God of Cookery, Your Wife Is Quite Something!

At those words, Ning Rongrong's eyes instantly reddened. Hurt welled up inside her, and her nose stung.

All her life, she had been the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's only little princess, showered with affection.

Her father doted on her, her two Titled Douluo grandpas indulged her, and no one in the sect dared defy her. She got whatever she wanted and had never suffered the slightest grievance.

No matter how much trouble she caused or how badly she threw a tantrum, her father always spoiled her.

But now, he had changed completely. His heart had turned to stone.

Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone merely watched from the sidelines.

It felt as though all the special treatment she had enjoyed had vanished at once.

And there was no doubt who was to blame: that guy!

At the thought, Ning Rongrong shot Ning Wen an indignant glare.

If looks could kill, he would have died a thousand times over.

[What are you staring at? Haven't you seen This Seat's peerless beauty?]

[Besides unmatched strength, This Seat is the most handsome god in the Divine Realm! The whole Divine Realm knows me for my looks!]

[When This Seat first ascended to the Divine Realm, the Nine-Colored Goddess abandoned her husband, the God of Cookery, and couldn't wait to throw herself into my arms.]

[But would This Seat accept just anyone? I refused her in no uncertain terms.]

[Come to think of it, the God of Cookery has it rough. Not only is he a worse cook than This Seat, he can't even keep his wife!]

[If This Seat ever sees the God of Cookery again, I have just one thing to say: your wife feels amazing!]

Ning Wen nearly spat blood.

You bastard, you really know how to play around!

If Ning Rongrong won't do, you go after the Nine-Colored Goddess instead?

You really never miss a chance, do you?

You'd say his wife feels amazing right to the God of Cookery's face?

If you want me dead, just say so!

Weak as the God of Cookery might be, he's still a Second-Level Deity.

He could kill me as I am now with one slap!

After hearing Ning Wen's thoughts, Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi, and the two Douluo, Sword and Bone, all had the same thought.

Wasn't this... taking narcissism a little too far?

A little?!!!

He was narcissistic beyond belief.

Well, they had discovered another of his traits: he was spectacularly full of himself.

Just then, as if it had lost its mind, the Voice Pack burst into laughter without warning.

[Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!]

Its laughter brimmed with malicious glee.

[How did This Seat only just notice that stupid woman's utterly hopeless expression? It's hilarious!]

[Hahahahaha!]

[So you finally got what was coming to you!]

[Weren't you awfully arrogant in your past life? You relied on your family's love and strutted around every day like you were the most important person in the world!]

[Where's that arrogance now?]

[Seeing her like this makes This Seat happier than defeating a powerful enemy in my past life!]

[Though isn't just one Etiquette Teacher too little?]

[At the very least, this Little Witch should enjoy the Ninety-Nine Study System and study twelve hours a day!]

[Only then will This Seat's grudge be satisfied!]

[And we can't leave out language, math, and foreign languages!]

[What a shame this world doesn't have those subjects. Such a pity!]

Ning Wen's mouth twitched as he ranted inwardly.

Just how deep is your grudge against Ning Rongrong?

She's already refusing to eat in protest!

And here you are, happier than you'd be at New Year, wanting to make things worse with some hellish training regime!

You even brought language, math, and foreign languages into it.

You turned the nine-to-nine work schedule into the Ninety-Nine Study System and took away her only day off too?

You're worse than a greedy boss.

Ning Rongrong stared blankly at Ning Wen, her little face deathly pale.

He seemed more terrifying than a demon!

She didn't know what language, math, and foreign languages were.

But she had heard the Ninety-Nine Study System loud and clear.

Twelve hours of study every day without a single day off? Was he even human?

Compared to that, learning etiquette didn't seem so bad.

Beside her, Ning Fengzhi's eyes lit up slightly when he heard those thoughts.

Especially that line about satisfying a grudge!

Wasn't this a perfect opportunity?

It could also break Ning Rongrong of all her bad habits.

Still, there was no need to spend all twelve hours studying. She couldn't neglect her cultivation.

Ning Fengzhi soon made up his mind. Apart from eating and sleeping, Rongrong would spend all her remaining time studying and cultivating.

Etiquette alone clearly wasn't enough. He would add Martial Soul Theory.

As for a teacher, a name came to mind.

The Wisdom Horn of the Golden Iron Triangle: Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.

Ning Fengzhi didn't think much of the Golden Iron Triangle. What mattered to him was Yu Xiaogang's identity as the son of Yu Yuanzhen, head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

When Yu Xiaogang had awakened a useless Martial Soul with Innate Soul Power of just 0.5, the uproar had brought shame upon the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Later, though, Yu Xiaogang had suddenly shot to fame. He proposed the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul and was hailed as unbeatable in Martial Soul Theory!

Ning Fengzhi had never read Yu Xiaogang's Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul himself, but surely such a reputation couldn't have come from nothing.

Yu Xiaogang probably knew a thing or two about Martial Soul Theory. Hiring him would also signal goodwill to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, achieving two goals at once.

If Ning Wen had known what Ning Fengzhi was thinking, he would have laughed aloud.

That's Ning Fengzhi for you!

Your eye for talent is truly "spot-on." It was Tang San in the original story, and now it's Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang's reputation isn't merely overblown. It's about as hollow as one can get.

When it comes to Martial Soul Theory alone, even an experienced teacher at a Junior Soul Master Academy would probably be more reliable. At least they wouldn't lead their students astray.

[Forget it. The past is past. This Seat needs to look ahead! We'll leave it at that!]

[Anyway! This stupid woman is refusing to eat, and This Seat supports her with both hands and feet!]

[Let her starve to death! Heh heh heh...]

"..."

Ning Wen fell into a long silence.

Wait, you call that leaving the past behind and looking ahead?

Why don't I believe you?

Everything you've said shows how fiercely you hold a grudge.

No need to lie to yourself, is there?

Ning Wen grew even more certain that this could not be his future self.

He would never be so melodramatic or hold such a grudge.

But was that really true?

Well, Ning Wen wasn't entirely sure.

As for whether anyone besides him could hear the Voice Pack, Ning Wen was absolutely certain they couldn't.

Setting Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong aside, Ning Rongrong had a fiery temper. If she had heard the Voice Pack mocking her like that, there was no way she would have sat still.

She would have blown up at him long ago!

The Little Witch hadn't earned her nickname for nothing.

Who in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wasn't afraid of her?