God of Cookery, Your Wife Is Quite Something!

At those words, Ning Rongrong's eyes instantly reddened. A wave of hurt rose in her chest, and her nose stung.

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

Her father adored her, her two Titled Douluo grandfathers 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 doted on her.

But now, her father had changed completely. He had turned hardhearted.

Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone merely stood by and watched.

All that favoritism seemed to have vanished in an instant.

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

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

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

[What are you looking at? Have you never seen a face as peerless as mine?]

[Besides my unmatched combat prowess, I'm the most handsome man in the Divine Realm! My good looks are famous throughout it!]

[When I 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 am I the kind of man who'd accept just anyone? I turned her down on principle.]

[Come to think of it, the God of Cookery had it rough. Not only was his cooking inferior to mine, he couldn't even keep his wife!]

[If I ever see the God of Cookery again, there's only one thing I want to tell him: your wife was something else!]

Ning Wen nearly spat blood.

You bastard. You really know how to make trouble!

Ning Rongrong wasn't enough for you, so you went after the Nine-Colored Goddess too?

You never let an opportunity pass you by.

Telling the God of Cookery to his face that his wife was something else?

If you want me dead, just say so!

The God of Cookery might be weak by divine standards, but he was still a Second-Level Deity.

He could slap the current me to death, okay?

Hearing Ning Wen's inner voice, Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi, and the Sword and Bone Douluo all had the same thought.

Wasn't this... taking self-obsession a little too far?

A little?!!!

He was absurdly full of himself.

Well, they had discovered another of this guy's traits: he was spectacularly self-obsessed.

Just then, the Voice Pack suddenly burst into wild laughter without warning, as if it had gone mad.

[Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!]

The laughter dripped with glee at someone else's misfortune.

[How did I only just notice how utterly miserable that stupid woman looks? It's hilarious!]

[Hahahahaha!]

[So you've finally had your turn!]

[Weren't you awfully arrogant in my previous life? You relied on your family spoiling you and acted like the whole world revolved around you!]

[Where's that arrogance now?]

[Seeing her like this makes me happier than defeating a mighty foe did in my previous life!]

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

[At the very least, this Little Witch should experience the Ninety-Nine Study System: twelve hours of study every day!]

[Only then will I feel satisfied!]

[And how could we leave out Chinese, math, and English?]

[Too bad this world doesn't have those subjects. What a shame!]

Ning Wen's mouth twitched as he launched into a furious rant in his head.

Just how much do you hate Ning Rongrong?

She's gone on a hunger strike!

And you're laughing like it's New Year, trying to make things even worse with a brutal training regimen!

You even brought Chinese, math, and English into it.

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

You're worse than a capitalist.

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

She felt he was more terrifying than a demon!

She didn't know what Chinese, math, and English were.

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

Twelve hours of study every day, without a single day off? Were you even human?

Compared to that, learning etiquette suddenly didn't seem like such a big deal.

Beside her, Ning Fengzhi's eyes lit up slightly when he heard that inner voice.

Especially the part about it being the only way to satisfy his grudge!

Wasn't this a perfect opportunity?

It could also rid Ning Rongrong of her bad habits once and for all.

There was no need to spend all twelve hours studying, though. She couldn't neglect cultivation.

Ning Fengzhi quickly made up his mind. Apart from eating and sleeping, Rongrong would spend all her 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 Golden Iron Triangle's Wisdom Horn: Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.

Ning Fengzhi had no particular regard for the Golden Iron Triangle. What truly mattered 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 and displayed a mere 0.5 Innate Soul Power, the uproar had brought disgrace upon the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Later, however, Yu Xiaogang had suddenly made a name for himself by proposing the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul. He 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 fame couldn't be entirely undeserved.

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, killing two birds with one stone.

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

That's Ning Fengzhi for you!

His eye for talent was truly "spot-on." In the original story it was Tang San; now it was Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang's reputation wasn't merely undeserved. It was built on nothing.

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

[Forget it. The past is past. I need to look forward! Let's leave it at that!]

[In short, this stupid woman is on a hunger strike, and I support her with both hands and feet!]

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

"..."

Ning Wen fell silent for a long time.

Hold on, man. That's what you call letting go of the past and looking forward?

I don't believe it!

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

No need to lie to yourself, is there?

Ning Wen grew even more certain that the voice couldn't possibly be his future self.

He would never be that melodramatic or that vindictive.

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.

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

She would have exploded 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?