This Little Darling Was More Trouble Than She Was Worth!

"Idiot" this, "idiot" that.

Did he really think she, Ning Rongrong, had no temper?

"Thank you!"

Ning Rongrong's face darkened alarmingly. Then, as if something had occurred to her, she gave Ning Wen a sweet smile. "Don't worry. I'll make sure to eat properly from now on."

She had made a point of saying "thank you."

The meaning behind it could hardly have been clearer.

Surprised???

Delighted?

Had he just shot himself in the foot?

Bet you didn't see that coming!

This is all thanks to you!

You're angry now, aren't you?

Good!

The angrier you get,

the happier I'll be!!!

She had finally managed to turn the tables.

But what Ning Rongrong hadn't expected was...

That bastard hadn't caught her meaning at all.

"Looks like my words do carry weight."

Ning Wen nodded solemnly as he spoke.

Ning Fengzhi: "..."

Chen Xin: "..."

Gu Rong: "..."

He's still putting on an act!

His words certainly worked, but could you call that persuasion?

That was reverse psychology! Negative motivation!

He wanted to watch her make a fool of herself, but somehow stumbled into setting her straight!!!

Damn it, that actually worked!!!

The incident taught them something, too: they absolutely could not keep spoiling Ning Rongrong.

The easier something was for her to get, the less she valued it. She took it for granted.

That was why so many avoidable messes had followed.

The Voice Pack was still raging helplessly.

[This sovereign is a God King who once crushed every enemy in the world.]

[And now I have shot myself in the foot and talked sense into that foolish woman!!!]

[What a humiliation!!! What a humiliation!!!]

[This is all that foolish woman's fault.]

[She has enraged me beyond measure!! That foolish woman is dead!]

"Surely... he isn't going to kill someone over this?!"

At those "inner thoughts," the expressions of Ning Fengzhi and the other two shifted.

Ning Wen was only a Soul Grandmaster, true!

But everything that had happened so far had all but proved that he was a reincarnated God King.

Ning Wen might still be weak, but who could say he had no hidden trump cards?

After all, whenever they tried to say anything related to his inner thoughts in front of him, a mysterious, irresistible force erased the words from their mouths.

Ning Fengzhi did not know the reason behind it, nor did he want to.

Sometimes, the more you knew, the sooner you died.

Especially when Deities were involved.

Beside them, Ning Rongrong felt utterly miserable.

Did he have to be so frightening?

He wouldn't really attack me over something this trivial, would he?

[Forget it. This sovereign need not lower myself to quarrel with that woman!]

[Given my exalted status, if I struck over something so petty, I would become a laughingstock across all realms.]

[But I will remember this.]

Ning Wen rolled his eyes, speechless.

I knew it!

All that Voice Pack can do is brag and put on airs!

Just then, a crisp system notification suddenly rang through Ning Wen's mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host. You have obtained a Critical Hit Reward: Peak-Power Strike Experience Card of the Space-Time Douluo!]

Is it trying to prove itself?

A strange look crossed Ning Wen's face.

He had assumed "Space-Time Douluo" meant Xie Xie from the Legend of the Dragon King era: a member of the protagonist's group who had coasted to victory and ended up with power, status, and a destined wife.

He had not expected it to mean the Voice Pack's version of himself before he became a god.

It was only one strike, but it ought to be enough to kill Tang Hao.

Did "peak-power strike" mean his strongest ninth Soul Skill, or a Soul Skill he had created himself?

Either way, it did not matter.

What mattered was that he finally had a way to save his life. It was practically a second life.

To Ning Wen, this Critical Hit Reward was second only to the Asura Armor.

At the same time, Ning Fengzhi and the other three let out long breaths. Cold sweat had soaked their backs without them noticing.

"Little Wen! You really know how to handle her!"

Ning Fengzhi was the first to recover. With a dry chuckle, he said, "We've spoiled Rongrong rotten. You'll have to help us keep her in line from now on!"

"Uncle Ning, please spare me!"

Ning Wen waved his hands repeatedly. "I'm not capable of that."

Things were fine as they were. He had no desire to draw the attention of Ning Rongrong, that Little Witch.

The Voice Pack sounded eager, as though it could hardly wait to see Ning Rongrong suffer.

[Hmph, put her in line? I never expected such a wonderful opportunity!]

[Then the Ninety-Nine Study System can begin!]

[She cannot waste even her sleeping hours. She must spend them cultivating Soul Power!]

[She is young. This is the time to work hard, not sleep!]

[She will have plenty of time to rest once she is dead.]

[Of course, none of that concerns this sovereign!]

[I tore apart the Lifespan Shackles with my own hands countless ages ago!]

[As long as this sovereign does not wish to die, I never will!]

At that point, the Voice Pack paused and changed tack.

[No, this sovereign means to torment that foolish woman!]

[Just as she did in my previous life, I will torment her mercilessly while claiming it is for her own good!]

Ning Wen: "..."

Come on. Are you sure you're trying to "motivate" Ning Rongrong, and not me?

Don't worry. I'm not taking the bait.

I'll sleep at night and daydream in broad daylight, too. What are you going to do about it?

I worked myself to the bone in my last life. Can't I enjoy this one?

Ning Rongrong froze with her food halfway to her mouth.

She had not expected the bastard to keep at it, much less go further and try to take away her sleeping time.

Replace sleep with Soul Power cultivation!

What kind of person said something like that?

Ning Fengzhi and the other two exchanged glances.

Soul Power cultivation could indeed replace sleep, but the process was grueling.

Apart from a few ascetic cultivators, few Soul Masters kept it up for long.

Ning Rongrong once again turned her indignation into an appetite and tucked into her food.

She ate more than she ever had before.

"Burp. I feel alive again."

She let out a belch without the slightest concern for ladylike manners.

Watching her, Chen Xin and Gu Rong had complicated feelings.

This little darling was more trouble than she was worth!

All our painstaking attempts to comfort her did less than a few taunts from Ning Wen!

All in all, the process had been rocky, but the result seemed unexpectedly good.

"Sect Master, the Master of Moonlight Pavilion, Madam Yue, requests an audience."

Just as the two were about to speak, a disciple's report came from outside the door.

"She's finally here."

Ning Fengzhi's brow twitched as he murmured the words.

Ning Wen, on the other hand, paused in surprise.

Others might not know who this Madam Yue was, but he certainly did.

The young mistress of the Clear Sky Sect!

Tang Hao's younger sister!

Tang Yuehua!

Beyond those two identities, she was also a remarkable woman with only level-nine Soul Power who nevertheless possessed the innate domain Noble Circle.

Ning Wen had never imagined that the Etiquette Teacher Ning Fengzhi had hired for Ning Rongrong would be her.