A Perfect Douluo Essay: My Father Is Ning Fengzhi

Shouts of rebuke rang out without end.

Having taken the initiative to invoke her sect.

Ning Rongrong felt her confidence rise completely.

Before, she had never waved the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's banner to throw her weight around, so she had not known the benefits of doing so.

Now that she had invoked that banner, she felt truly invincible.

Anyone who had spent time in the soul master world knew.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of the Upper Three Sects, and it was even ranked second among them.

Within that enormous sect were no fewer than two Titled Douluo, absolute powerhouses that not even the imperial family of a colossus like the Heaven Dou Empire possessed.

Not to mention that Ye Qingtian was most likely not a Titled Douluo.

Even if he truly was, Ning Rongrong believed that he could not possibly be a match for her two grandfathers.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

Looking across the soul master world, the Titled Douluo capable of rivaling them could be counted on one hand.

Basking in overwhelming confidence.

Ning Rongrong planted her hands on her hips. Seeing that Ye Qingtian made no further move and that Xiao Wu's twisted, pretzel-like legs had stopped twisting further.

The breath lodged in her chest finally eased out.

Thinking that her methods had worked, Ning Rongrong pressed on:

"Also, let me tell you, my father is Ning Fengzhi, the current Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo are both my dear grandfathers. They treat me like their own daughter, so dearly that they fear I will melt in their mouths or break in their hands!"

"If you keep attacking Xiao Wu, then I won't be polite with you! I may not be your match, but if I get hurt, you'll be dead for sure!"

She once again threw out her identity.

Ning Rongrong could not care about anything else now.

Relying on her own strength alone, she could not resolve the matter before her.

She refused to believe that, after she had raised so many banners, Ye Qingtian would still dare to act so recklessly right before her eyes.

Ye Qingtian was momentarily speechless.

He looked at Ning Rongrong's air of being the greatest under heaven with a faintly amused smile.

"This little witch actually has the potential to write a perfect-score essay?"

"Douluo's annual perfect-score essay: My Sect Master Father?"

Ye Qingtian found it amusing.

However, Ning Rongrong's so-called ultimatum did not affect him in the slightest.

For anyone else, even a Titled Douluo like Dugu Bo, it would certainly have had an effect. The only ones who could truly remain unaffected were those standing high above the clouds.

Unfortunately, he was one of those who stood an immeasurable distance above the clouds.

He had concealed his identity for a very long time, and most of those from his generation had long since become a handful of dust.

If Ning Rongrong's words managed to frighten him today.

Ye Qingtian was certain that those people he had killed back then would climb out of their graves and join hands to sing a song of good fortune.

"Grandpa Tian, Ning Rongrong wants to throw her weight around with her backing. Should I notify the family?"

At that moment, Qian Renxue also walked out of the inn.

She scrutinized Ning Rongrong with an icy expression, not taking her seriously at all.

With the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's scale, Spirit Hall would need only one night to wipe out such a sect.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were indeed powerful.

But within the Worship Hall, Spirit Hall had many Titled Douluo stronger than those two.

What happened today would not have occurred in the first place if she had not begged Ye Qingtian to accompany her on a stroll.

Qian Renxue took all responsibility for this matter upon herself. She dearly wanted Ye Qingtian's permission to settle it all.

"Xiao Xue, are you not even listening to Grandpa Tian anymore?"

"I said that you should just watch peacefully as I handle these matters."

"Right now, I am teaching you a lesson. This is a problem you have always had!"

"When you encounter a difficult problem, your instinct is to seek help from your 'family,' because in your eyes, your 'family' is your backing."

"But you need to consider this: what if, one day, that 'family' is gone? Where will your backing come from then? Therefore, becoming strong yourself is what truly matters."

"Do you think that one Ning Rongrong and one Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can make your Grandpa Tian so much as frown?"

"Do not forget, your Grandpa Tian is the greatest backing of all!"

Ye Qingtian spoke casually.

At the same time, he taught Qian Renxue a lesson.

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue fell silent.

She carefully reflected on Ye Qingtian's words.

After a brief moment, a brilliant light flashed through Qian Renxue's eyes.

"Thank you for your guidance, Grandpa Tian. Xue'er has learned much!"

Ye Qingtian nodded slightly.

Seeing that Ye Qingtian did not take her threat seriously at all.

And even appeared utterly unconcerned, Ning Rongrong felt as though a breath had become lodged in her throat, leaving her extremely uncomfortable.

She opened her mouth, intending to continue threatening him.

Ye Qingtian gave Ning Rongrong no chance to continue. His gaze swept lightly over her.

Thud—

A dull sound rang out.

Ning Rongrong's expression changed drastically as a mountain-crushing, tsunami-like pressure suddenly descended upon her.

Her knees slammed into the ground. The bluestone pavement tore open her skin, and blood quickly flowed from the wounds.

Ning Rongrong sucked in a sharp breath, overcome with pain.

She had already been filled with rage after receiving a slap during the day.

Now she had come for revenge. Yet before she could succeed, she was forced down by his aura and made to kneel.

In the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, there were only three people worthy of receiving such a bow from her: her father Ning Fengzhi, along with her two Titled Douluo grandfathers, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

Ye Qingtian had gone too far.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has two great Titled Douluo! When Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone learn that you forced me to kneel like this, they will never let you go!"

Ning Rongrong's stubborn temper flared up again.

At this moment, she looked somewhat frenzied.

Any thoughts of seeking amusement during the day had vanished. All that remained was her desire for revenge.

Ye Qingtian selectively ignored Ning Rongrong's threat. With one hand gripping Xiao Wu by the neck, he gave Qian Renxue a meaningful look.

Qian Renxue understood and turned back toward the inn.

Ye Qingtian walked at an unhurried pace toward the inn as well.

"Don't leave! Let Xiao Wu go!" Ning Rongrong shouted.

Ye Qingtian did not stop walking.

His calm voice drifted back through the air:

"This is not some female-oriented novel. You relied on your so-called confidence, casually fabricated a reason, and tried to slander me. Then you must pay the price. I will keep Xiao Wu detained for now!"

"As for you, you rely on your backing and like to act without restraint. Then I will give you one final chance. Go back and have Ning Fengzhi, along with your two Titled Douluo grandfathers, come here!"

"You have three days. If Ning Fengzhi does not arrive in Heaven Dou City to see me!"

His tone paused slightly.

A moment later, Ye Qingtian's indifferent gaze fell upon Xiao Wu, and his icy voice rang out once more:

"Three strikes and you're out. This is your third chance!"

"Three days from now, if Ning Fengzhi and the others fail to reach Heaven Dou City!"

"She dies. You die. And your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—"

"I will level it as well!"