A Thorough Plan for Ning Rongrong!

"Ah... sorry. You were so handsome that I got a little carried away staring at you."

Tang Yuehua spoke through gritted teeth.

Her emphasis on "handsome" was especially pronounced.

No wonder she could navigate Heaven Dou's many factions. She knew exactly what to say.

"I think so too!"

Praised like that by a beautiful, mature woman, Ning Wen was clearly flustered. He got a little carried away and blurted out his reply without thinking.

Everyone present stared at him, speechless.

He was a six-year-old brat who had only just awakened his Martial Soul. It was one thing for someone else to flatter him, but did he really have to believe it?

Ning Wen soon realized that himself, and his little face reddened.

[Hah. What a shameless vixen. That trick might work on virgins who can't get a woman's attention, but you think you can win over This Seat with it? Dream on!]

[Still, since you're the only woman here who recognized how handsome This Seat is, I'll give you that much credit.]

Ning Wen: "..."

Only you could find a way to brag about this.

And are you even a man? A mature beauty like her is right in front of you, and you're not tempted at all?

[What a joke. This Seat has known countless women. I've seen goddesses of every kind in the Divine Realm!]

[What's one more woman compared to that?]

[If I didn't want to make Tang Hao and Tang San miserable, I wouldn't even bother with her.]

Tang Yuehua kept a gentle smile on her face, but inwardly she was at a loss for words.

Wasn't this brat a little too full of himself?

Tang Yuehua had never doubted her own charm.

Yet she had never imagined someone would look down on her.

And that someone was a brat who hadn't even hit puberty!

"Sect Master Ning, in that case, lessons will officially begin tomorrow morning."

Tang Yuehua smoothly changed the subject. She stopped looking at Ning Wen and turned her gaze back to Ning Rongrong. "I'll be very strict, so please be prepared. Unless there are special circumstances, you won't be allowed to miss class."

"That's exactly what I had in mind."

Ning Fengzhi nodded. Resolve flashed in his eyes as he made a startling suggestion. "How about twelve hours of study a day?"

Ning Rongrong went rigid. The delicious food in her mouth suddenly lost its appeal.

She hadn't expected her father to actually take that bastard's advice.

Twelve hours!!

He was going to work her to death!

Ning Rongrong was about to make one last attempt to protest, but she met Ning Fengzhi's stern gaze. Every word stuck in her throat.

A voice brimming with delight, mockery, and gloating rang unchecked through their minds.

[Hahahahahaha!!!!]

[That's more like it!]

[It should've been done ages ago! This Little Witch has been spoiled since childhood. She's used to doing whatever she wants and throwing her weight around!]

[Twelve hours of study a day. Perfect! Ning Fengzhi, This Seat supports you!]

[Keep pushing her! Push her hard! Better yet, give her no days off all year and grind that Princess Syndrome right out of her!]

[You did whatever you pleased in your last life. In this one, you can learn what hardship feels like. Heh heh heh...]

Tang Yuehua froze in place, utterly stunned.

She hadn't expected Ning Fengzhi to be so ruthless. Twelve hours of study a day?

Tang Yuehua was known as the devil teacher at the Moonlight Pavilion.

She demanded near perfection in every point of etiquette.

But twelve hours of lessons every day?

That wasn't etiquette training. It was torture!

And that brat was gloating over it!

Meanwhile, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two Sect-Guarding Douluo, the renowned Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, looked as though none of this surprised them.

The more she saw of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the less she understood it.

"Sect Master Ning, etiquette is best learned gradually, with a balance between work and rest."

Tang Yuehua quickly collected herself. After a moment's thought, she said, "Four hours is more than enough."

That cold, displeased voice rang out again.

[Mind your own business!]

[How could four hours be enough? It should be twelve at the very least! Only then will This Seat's grudge be satisfied!]

Tang Yuehua: "..."

Just how deep was this grudge?

Was all that really necessary?

She's only a little girl.

Wait. The owner of that voice seems to be a brat too.

Somehow, that makes sense.

"Madam Yue makes a fair point. I was too hasty."

Ning Fengzhi considered her words for a moment before saying, "In that case, four hours a day it is."

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up. Much of the tension drained from her as she looked at Tang Yuehua with gratitude.

Thank goodness!

I won't have to suffer all day!

And this teacher seems quite nice.

It's only four hours a day. That should go by quickly.

Before this, Ning Rongrong would have complained about even one hour, let alone four.

But it was all relative.

With the twelve-hour nightmare still fresh in her mind, four hours seemed like an enormous kindness.

Then Ning Fengzhi finished his sentence, and her hopes crumbled on the spot.

"The remaining eight hours will be devoted entirely to Martial Soul Theory and cultivation."

The hall fell deathly silent.

The joy on Ning Rongrong's face visibly turned to despair.

Daily cultivation was bad enough!

Now I have to study boring Martial Soul Theory too?

I'd rather spend the whole day learning etiquette!

At least there's only so much etiquette to learn. I could finish it all eventually.

But Martial Soul Theory is vast and complicated. Who knows how many years I'd be stuck studying it?

[Hahaha! That works! This Seat is very pleased with this compromise!]

[That's Ning Fengzhi for you. He knows what he's doing!]

[Etiquette torture in the morning, theory drilled into her head in the afternoon. All that's missing is exhausting her Soul Power at night!]

[A perfect routine. Not a moment to slack off!]

[You foolish woman, enjoy your childhood from hell! Heh heh heh...]

[You humiliated This Seat in your last life. In this one, This Seat has your life all planned out.]

"..."

Ning Wen rolled his eyes.

You have her life all planned out?

This is all Uncle Ning's doing. What does it have to do with you?

Still, Ning Rongrong really has it rough.

Studying from morning till night was almost as bad as his high school days!

The only difference was that Ning Rongrong probably didn't face the same pressure. She didn't have to worry about the College Entrance Examination and its brutal competition.

But Ning Rongrong was only seven years old.

Looking at it that way, Ning Fengzhi really was going too far as a father.

The original story hadn't portrayed Ning Fengzhi as this strict, either!

Otherwise, Ning Rongrong wouldn't have been such a princess when she first appeared!

Did my arrival cause a Butterfly Effect?

And even this wasn't enough for the Voice Pack!

It wanted Ning Rongrong to skip sleep and spend the whole night cultivating her Soul Power.

Ning Wen was certain of one thing now.

That Voice Pack was a ruthless boss through and through!