This Little Darling Was a Lost Cause!

"Idiot" this, "idiot" that.

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

"Thank you!"

Ning Rongrong's face darkened ominously. 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 deliberately said thank you.

The meaning behind it was obvious.

Surprised???

Delighted?

Talk about shooting yourself in the foot!

Bet you didn't see that coming!

This is all thanks to you!

Are you angry now?

Good!

The angrier you get,

the happier I am!!!

She had finally managed to turn the tables.

But Ning Rongrong had not expected...

The bastard had missed her point entirely.

"Looks like my words carry some weight after all."

Ning Wen nodded solemnly.

Ning Fengzhi: "..."

Chen Xin: "..."

Gu Rong: "..."

He was still putting on an act!

His words certainly had an effect, but could anyone call that persuasion?

It was reverse psychology! Negative motivation!

He had wanted to laugh at her, only to accidentally talk her into behaving!!!

How the hell did that work?!

It also taught them that they must never spoil Ning Rongrong.

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

That was what had led to so many problems that could have been avoided.

The Voice Pack was still fuming helplessly.

[This Seat is a God King who once crushed every foe in the world.]

[Yet now I've shot myself in the foot and comforted that idiotic woman!!!]

[What humiliation!!! What utter humiliation!!!]

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

[She infuriates This Seat!! That idiotic woman is dead!]

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

The expressions of Ning Fengzhi and the other two changed when they heard that "inner voice."

Ning Wen was only a Soul Grandmaster, true!

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

Even if Ning Wen was still weak, who could guarantee he had no trump cards or contingencies?

After all, whenever they tried to say anything about his inner voice in front of him, a mysterious, irresistible force erased the relevant words. That alone said plenty.

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 sick to her stomach.

Did he have to be so frightening?!

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

[Forget it. This Seat needn't waste his anger on that woman!]

[Given This Seat's standing, striking over such a petty matter would make me a laughingstock across all realms.]

[But This Seat will remember this.]

Ning Wen rolled his eyes.

He had known it would end like this!

All the Voice Pack ever did was brag and put on airs!

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

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

Was it trying to prove itself?

A strange look crossed Ning Wen's face.

He had assumed "Space-Time Douluo" referred to Xie Xie from the Legend of the Dragon King era, a member of the protagonist's group who coasted to victory and had it all: power, status, and even 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 should be enough to kill Tang Hao.

Did "peak-power strike" mean a ninth Soul Skill at maximum strength, or a self-created Soul Skill?

Either way, it did not matter.

The important thing was that he finally had a way to save his life. It was like having an extra one.

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 their noticing.

"Little Wen, you really do have a way with her!"

Ning Fengzhi was the first to recover. He gave a dry laugh. "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. "I'm not up to that."

Things were fine as they were. He had no desire to become a target for Ning Rongrong, that Little Witch.

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

[Hmph, keep her in line? Who knew such a good opportunity would come along!]

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

[She can't waste her sleeping hours either. She should use them to cultivate Soul Power!]

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

[She'll have plenty of time to rest after she dies.]

[Of course, none of that applies to This Seat!]

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

[So long as This Seat does not wish to die, I never will!]

The Voice Pack paused, then changed tack.

[No, This Seat wants to torment that idiotic woman!]

[Just as that woman did in her previous life, I'll torment her mercilessly while claiming it's for her own good!]

Ning Wen: "..."

Seriously, 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?!

At those words, Ning Rongrong froze with her food halfway to her mouth.

She had not expected him to persist, much less go further and take away her sleeping hours.

Replace sleep with Soul Power cultivation!

What kind of person said that?

Ning Fengzhi and the other two exchanged glances.

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

Apart from a few ascetics, hardly any Soul Masters did it for long.

Ning Rongrong once again turned her grief and indignation into appetite and dug in.

She ate more than she ever had before.

"Burp. I'm alive again."

She let out a very unladylike belch.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong had decidedly mixed feelings as they watched her.

This little darling was a lost cause!

All their painstaking efforts to comfort her had done less than Ning Wen's mockery!

All in all, the road had been rocky, but the outcome seemed surprisingly good?

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

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

"She's finally here."

Ning Fengzhi's brows lifted slightly as he murmured to himself.

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

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

The eldest daughter of the Clear Sky Sect!

Tang Hao's younger sister!

Tang Yuehua!

Beyond those identities, she was a special case: her Soul Power was only at rank nine, yet she possessed the Noble Circle Innate Domain.

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