Ning Rongrong: He Wants to Screw Me

The Soul Sage watched Chen Ling's departing back and let out a long sigh of relief.

He had been badly frightened last night as well. Since yesterday's move had been Chen Ling's soul skill, a sword had initially been hanging above his head within the skill's range too.

Such a young Soul Douluo was unfathomable in both temperament and strength. Fortunately, his young mistress had been clever and handled everything steadily, without offending this big shot.

Just as the Soul Sage was sighing to himself and preparing to close the shop, an anxious shout suddenly came from the street.

"Uncle Qian, have you seen Rongrong?" Oscar ran over from across the street, his face full of worry.

After returning last night, Ning Rongrong had not paid him any attention at all. She seemed to have been angry about that matter the whole time, and it had worried him terribly.

When he learned that Ning Rongrong had left Shrek Academy early that morning, he hurried over to look for her.

Oscar had even emptied out his entire little stash, hoping to apologize and make Ning Rongrong smile.

The Soul Sage's expression stiffened slightly.

He remembered this kid well. He was his young mistress's fanatical pursuer, a food-type soul master with Innate Full Soul Power. His talent was exceptional, and he was well worth recruiting into the sect for training.

But now, it seemed that his young mistress had clearly placed all her thoughts on that young Senior Chen.

"Miss just left not long ago. She probably hasn't gone far. Try looking around nearby," the Soul Sage said, casually making up a lie as his thoughts turned.

"Alright! Thank you, Uncle Qian!"

Though Oscar had his doubts—he had clearly searched this entire street and never once seen Ning Rongrong—he still chose to believe him.

Calling Ning Rongrong's name as he hurried down the street, his figure gradually vanished around the corner.

Meanwhile, Chen Ling climbed the stairs and arrived at the only door on the second floor. He raised a hand and pushed it open.

Ning Rongrong had already been waiting quietly inside.

She had clearly dressed up carefully today. Her originally pure and lively face was touched with light makeup, making her skin appear even fairer and more translucent.

A fitted qipao outlined her well-proportioned, graceful figure. Even while she lounged lazily against her seat, her waist and abdomen remained taut and slender, without an ounce of excess fat.

Her long pink hair had been arranged into two round, adorable buns, giving her a sweet and lively look with a distinct Chinese maiden charm.

Her straight, fair legs were exposed. They were not the skinny, frail type, but evenly fleshed and full-lined, clearly strong at a glance. One squeeze from those legs and she could probably squeeze out soy milk.

Chen Ling meant the soy milk. Ning Rongrong had obviously just finished breakfast, and there was still a bowl of soy milk beside her legs.

But the size up there seemed a little off. It was obvious she had used some black technology; his eyes were the measuring stick.

The moment Ning Rongrong saw Chen Ling enter, her eyes lit up, instantly filling with delight. She immediately sprang up from her chair and hurried toward him.

But just as she drew close, she suddenly realized she was being too eager and abruptly stopped. Her large, clear eyes blinked softly. With a touch of meekness and shyness, she looked up at Chen Ling in silence, carefully acting cute and vulnerable.

"Why did you dress up like this today?" Chen Ling chuckled as he walked to the nearby table and sat down. His gaze carefully appraised the girl before him. He had to admit that Ning Rongrong looked truly stunning dressed this way.

"D-doesn't it look good?" Ning Rongrong lightly twisted a lock of hanging hair around her fingertip. The tips of her ears turned faintly red, and she looked somewhat uneasy.

She sat properly across from Chen Ling, her heartbeat quickening as tension seeped from every inch of her body.

Even she could not explain what she had been thinking. As if possessed, she had chosen this most distinctive qipao to wear. This was also the first time she had worn such light and daring clothing in front of a man.

She secretly glanced up at Chen Ling, but upon meeting his gentle gaze, she hurriedly lowered her head again. Her cheeks burned as shyness overwhelmed her.

After a moment, Ning Rongrong finally managed to suppress the turmoil in her heart and rein in her embarrassment, taking the initiative to get to the point.

She had already assumed that Chen Ling had asked to meet her because he intended to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

So the moment she spoke, she displayed the sect's utmost sincerity without holding anything back. Though she had decided on these promises herself, she was utterly certain that her father would agree.

This was an eighteen-year-old Soul Douluo, and one with soul rings beyond normal standards. As long as she could recruit him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, even if Ning Rongrong had to marry Chen Ling herself, she would be willing.

Listening to the generous terms Ning Rongrong threw out, Chen Ling was briefly dazed. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's extravagance had genuinely shocked him.

Was this treatment for real?

She had even promised that, as long as he was willing to become the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Protector Douluo in the future, the sect would spare no effort to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Ninth Spirit Ring for him.

The weight of that promise was beyond imagination. In this era, there were only a handful of forces capable of hunting Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of them. Spirit Hall was another, and the Clear Sky Sect was as well.

One had to know that a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast possessed combat strength comparable to a Super Douluo. Successfully hunting one required at least two Titled Douluo working together, and the risk of failure was extremely high.

Moreover, the Titled Douluo of this era did not yet possess Soul Cores, making the hunt twice as difficult.

Chen Ling's gaze fell on the anxious, uneasy girl before him, and he could not help feeling suspicious.

He kept feeling that this little girl was painting too pretty a picture.

Setting aside how the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could have received news from Suotuo City so quickly, this promise to devote the sect's full strength did not suit Ning Fengzhi's cautious and steady nature at all.

This all-in approach was far too abnormal. It did not fit that old fox Ning Fengzhi's character in the slightest.

This was no small matter; it required dispatching two Titled Douluo.

Of course, it was also possible. With the strength he had revealed, he was indeed worth any top force's full efforts at recruitment and investment. Naturally, it might also bring about his death. Plenty of people coveted things like a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

At that moment, Ning Rongrong nervously clenched the corner of her clothes, her slender fingers squeezing so hard they turned slightly white as she waited apprehensively for Chen Ling's response.

"I have indeed seen your sect's sincerity."

Chen Ling slowly rose to his feet, sat down beside Ning Rongrong, then leaned over with interest to inspect her closely.

"But it isn't enough. Besides, Rongrong, do you really think those vague, empty promises can make me willingly join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

The distance between them instantly closed. Their noses were nearly touching, and Ning Rongrong could clearly feel the warm breath that brushed past her ear as Chen Ling spoke.

"What I want is a benefit I can see and touch right now."

As Chen Ling finished speaking, his gaze calmly traveled up and down the girl before him.

Ning Rongrong's heartbeat suddenly spiraled out of control. Her mind went blank, and she completely lost her composure.

Ning Rongrong: He wants to screw me.