God King Voice Pack

A luxurious carriage drawn by two sturdy soul beasts rolled smoothly onward.

Inside the carriage.

"Wen, this will be your home from now on."

Ning Fengzhi spoke gently.

Beside him, Sword Douluo also gave a kindly smile.

Ning Wen nodded dazedly, as though he were still dreaming.

A month ago, he had awakened the memories of his previous life, only to discover that his circumstances in this life amounted to a sky-collapsing start.

His father had died young, and his mother had also passed away recently. He scraped by doing odd jobs, eating his fill one day and going hungry the next. All he could do was pin his hopes on the free martial soul awakening Spirit Hall would hold in a few days.

Yet today, he had unexpectedly been told that his father had been a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the wealthiest sect in the world!

"Heh. Your words sound sweeter than a song."

Just then, an icy voice boomed inside Ning Wen's head without warning!

Its indifference carried a lofty arrogance that looked down upon the mortal world.

Ning Wen's expression instantly froze.

The God King Voice Pack.

The cheat he had bound to after transmigrating.

As long as he kept the voice pack activated, he could receive all sorts of rewards at any moment.

Yet this thing had failed to squeeze out a single word for half a month, and his only reward so far had been a can of cola.

And it sounded ridiculously melodramatic!

Even Rikka Takanashi would have paled in comparison.

Its very first words had been, "This Seat, the Spacetime God King, has returned. Tremble, mortals!"

That had left Ning Wen thoroughly thunderstruck.

What God King voice pack? This was clearly a fucking mortifying show-off voice pack!

Fortunately, after testing it in various ways, Ning Wen had confirmed that nobody else could hear it.

Otherwise, he would probably have suffered social death on the spot.

It was just too embarrassing!

Even hearing it only inside his own head made him want to dig a hole and crawl into it.

But for some inexplicable reason...

Ever since he had reunited with his relatives and met Ning Fengzhi and the others, the voice pack had been spouting one line after another.

"This will be This Seat's home from now on? Heh. Utter hypocrisy."

"You claim that This Seat's late father saved your lives, but in truth, you merely picked up a stray dog from the roadside."

"A Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect this vast can afford another freeloader, after all. But the moment real interests are at stake, you will cast This Seat aside!"

"Familial affection among mortals? Laughable. Laughable!"

The corner of Ning Wen's mouth twitched.

Seriously, buddy?

Your imagination is running way too wild!

What could he say about Ning Fengzhi?

Despite his lofty position, he was not arrogant. He treated people gently and thirsted for talent.

He would resort to extraordinary measures for the sect, including sacrificing his own daughter's happiness.

But the problem was that the two of them had only just met.

Where did all this talk of abandonment even come from?

[Ding! Congratulations, host. You have received an additional reward: physique +3.]

"The reward finally came!"

At that notification, Ning Wen's eyes lit up.

He could distinctly feel that his physique seemed to have improved a little.

His body, previously scrawny from years of going hungry, had actually developed a tiny bit of muscle.

As long as the system rewards were real, that was enough.

The voice pack might sound embarrassing, but it was fine as long as he received rewards.

Nobody else could hear it anyway.

While he was thinking that...

The voice rang out again.

"In the previous life, after This Seat awakened a god-level martial soul, you even arranged an engagement between This Seat and your spoiled, willful, self-centered daughter!"

"That was also the greatest regret of This Seat's life!"

"Do you think This Seat will fall for it again?"

"..."

Ning Wen was speechless.

This voice pack was getting more ridiculous by the second.

Now it had even brought up a "previous life." It really knew how to write itself extra scenes!

How come he had no idea he had encountered anything like that in his "previous life"?

It had even dragged Ning Rongrong into this!

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong was indeed spoiled, willful, and self-centered. She also tended to throw tantrums whenever something happened and had "princess syndrome."

But she was beautiful!

And incredibly wealthy!

Apart from her spoiled young lady temper, everything else about her seemed pretty decent.

If he could live off a woman like her, he would be getting the better end of the deal no matter how he looked at it.

Thank goodness nobody could hear this voice. Otherwise, how could he ever hold his head up before Ning Fengzhi?

Ning Fengzhi had kindly taken in Ning Wen, an orphan who might live today and die tomorrow, yet he was bad-mouthing the man behind his back.

[Ding! Congratulations, host. You have received an additional reward: intelligence +1.]

At that moment, Ning Wen felt his mind grow considerably clearer.

That also sent his embarrassment soaring, and even his face began to feel slightly hot.

What Ning Wen failed to notice, however...

Was that Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin were watching him with complicated expressions.

Just moments ago, the two had discovered to their astonishment that they seemed able to hear this little brat's inner voice.

At first, Ning Fengzhi had been utterly bewildered, suspecting someone was playing tricks.

That was until Chen Xin secretly shook his head, indicating that nobody had tampered with anything.

Ning Fengzhi trusted Sword Douluo Chen Xin completely.

After all, he was a rank ninety-six Super Douluo.

There were definitely no more than five people in the world who could pull something off without Sword Douluo Chen Xin noticing.

And powerhouses of that caliber had no reason to do such a thing.

For now, they could only take things one step at a time!

But the longer they listened, the more bewildered they became.

A God King?

Twin martial souls?

A previous life?

And he was supposed to arrange an engagement between this boy and Rongrong?

Wasn't this imagination running a little too unfettered?

What left Ning Fengzhi even more helpless was this little brat's profound misunderstanding of and resistance toward them and the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

In Ning Wen's mind, he seemed convinced that Ning Fengzhi was a two-faced scoundrel.

He had happened upon Ning Wen this time purely by chance. Grateful to the boy's father for saving his life years ago, he intended to bring the youngster into the sect and nurture him properly. He had never considered an engagement with Rongrong, let alone exploiting or sacrificing him.

After all, as a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Wen would most likely awaken the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda as his martial soul.

Even if it was not the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, it would be another auxiliary martial soul.

And the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had an unwritten rule: core disciples had to marry powerful Battle Soul Masters.

Ning Wen's father had violated that rule by eloping with his beloved, who was also an Auxiliary Soul Master, ultimately leading to both of their deaths.

Guilt washed over Ning Fengzhi.

If he had been more decisive back then, perhaps his younger brother Tian would have been all right, and his nephew would not have grown up with such a profound lack of security.

The boy was even imagining himself to be some God King.

Wasn't that utter nonsense?

Indeed, Ning Fengzhi did not believe Ning Wen's claim of being a reincarnated God King in the slightest.

No deity had appeared on this continent for over ten thousand years.

The most recent deity had been Spirit Hall's founder, the Angel God, twenty thousand years ago.

It seemed he would have to make it up to this little brat twice over in the days ahead, so the boy could let go of his prejudices and truly accept the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as his home.

Half an hour later, the luxurious carriage stopped at the entrance to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Sect Master, Elder Sword, you're finally back!"

An elderly man had been waiting anxiously by the entrance. Upon seeing Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, he cried out with worry written all over his face, "The young miss is throwing a tantrum in her room. She hasn't eaten for an entire day and night!"

"What? She hasn't eaten all day!"

At those words, both Ning Fengzhi's and Chen Xin's expressions changed.

Instinctively forgetting Ning Wen, whom they had just brought back to the sect, they prepared to rush off and soothe the sulking little princess, Ning Rongrong.

Just then, that icy voice exploded once more.

"Hmph! Just as before. Over such a trifling matter, you intend to leave This Seat here alone."

"Do you know how awkward This Seat felt back then?"

"Because of this incident, not a single person in the sect took This Seat seriously!"

As though someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over him, Ning Fengzhi immediately regained his composure.

Ning Wen was indeed a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but people naturally flocked toward power and influence.

With Ning Wen's father long dead, whether the boy could establish himself in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect depended on his attitude as sect master.

If he simply walked away today and left Ning Wen standing here all alone, things might really turn out that way.

Meanwhile, Ning Wen took none of the voice pack's words to heart. He merely marveled that Ning Rongrong truly deserved her reputation as the Little Witch. Going straight to a hunger strike was quite something, though he wondered whether she had sneaked any food.

"Uncle Ning, Grandpa Sword, go ahead."

Ning Wen spoke understandingly.

He had never thought he mattered all that much to Ning Fengzhi, so he still needed to earn goodwill where he could.

Seeing how sensible and considerate Ning Wen was, Ning Fengzhi thought of his own willful, mischievous daughter and could not help shaking his head inwardly.

Comparison really did make the difference sting.

Ning Fengzhi knew perfectly well why Ning Rongrong was sulking.

Wasn't it simply because he and Uncle Sword had not stayed with her to usher in her birthday?

But the very next second...

That icy voice rang out again.

"Go! Once This Seat awakens a martial soul and gains the strength to defend himself, This Seat will leave this sect immediately!"

"From then on, you can walk your narrow log bridge, while I take my broad, sunlit road!"

Ning Wen: "???"

Seriously, buddy!

Awakening a martial soul will give you the strength to protect yourself? Where does that confidence come from?

Even with innate full soul power, what about the first soul ring?

You can't expect me to hunt soul beasts with these scrawny little arms and legs, can you?

Not everyone is a walking cheat like Tang San, with hidden weapons to protect himself!

And leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Leaving is out of the question.

I'm never leaving in this lifetime.

I finally returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, going from an orphan with nothing to a top-tier heir, and I haven't even had a chance to experience the glittering decadence of aristocratic life!

And now you want me to pack up and run?

Are you sick in the head, or am I?

The gratified smiles that had just appeared on Ning Fengzhi's and Chen Xin's faces abruptly froze.

Wasn't he far too good an actor?

He acted obedient, sensible, perceptive, and considerate in front of them, yet deep down, he was plotting to leave sooner or later.

His expression and acting were utterly flawless.

"Silly child, what are you saying?"

Ning Fengzhi drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the emotions churning inside him, and said gently, "This is your first day back at the sect. How could we leave you here alone?"

At those words, the elderly man beside them nearly thought he was hearing things.

He knew only too well how much the sect master usually doted on the young miss.

He feared dropping her if he held her in his hands, and feared she would melt if he held her in his mouth.

That had made the young miss afraid of neither heaven nor earth.

But today?

Even knowing that the young miss was throwing a tantrum and refusing to eat.

The sect master had actually remained unmoved and chosen to stay with this country boy who had only just been brought back to the sect?

The old man stole a glance at Ning Wen.

Could this little fellow be the sect master's illegitimate son?

The Outer Disciples standing guard quietly put aside their earlier disdain for Ning Wen and even began considering how to curry favor with him.

Perhaps he would become the future young master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Rongrong was a girl, after all, which gave an illegitimate son a chance to rise to the top.

Of course, that depended on the illegitimate son having outstanding enough talent.

"Uncle Ning, I don't..."

Ning Wen had not noticed the subtle shift in the atmosphere around him. He only felt warmth spreading through his heart.

"That girl Rongrong has been going too far lately. Letting her go hungry for a while will do her some good!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Fengzhi waved a broad hand.

Chen Xin parted his lips, wanting to say something, but Ning Fengzhi stopped him with a look.