This Voice Pack Is So Damn Full of It!

The next day.

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Main Hall.

The main hall of the sect known as the richest under heaven was lavish enough to leave any first-time visitor speechless.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the seat of honor, dressed in a moon-white robe, his manner refined and gentle.

To his left, Sword Douluo Chen Xin sat ramrod straight, his face stern and his gaze sharp as a sword.

To his right sat a stooped old man in black robes, his face gaunt. He was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's other Titled Douluo, Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

Ning Wen sat obediently off to one side.

He had no choice. This was someone else's turf, and if he wanted an easier life here, he had to swallow his pride.

If he had the bad luck to awaken a useless Martial Soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be his meal ticket for years to come.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall.

Bang! The hall doors were kicked open.

Here she comes.

Ning Rongrong.

Ning Wen thought to himself.

There was only one person who could act so recklessly in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect: Ning Rongrong, its spoiled little princess.

The little girl wore a colorful dress, her hair arranged in an elaborate bun. Her skin was fair and luminous, and her features were delicate, but her chin tilted slightly upward, and an inborn haughtiness radiated from her.

Who else could she be but Ning Rongrong?

Ning Rongrong swept into the hall and immediately fixed her eyes on Ning Wen, looking him up and down.

At the sight of his shabby appearance, she gave a little huff.

Looking at Ning Rongrong's pretty face, still touched with baby fat, Ning Wen could not help admiring her.

No wonder she was one of the original story's heroines, one of Shrek's Three Beauties, and the future Nine-Colored Goddess.

Though she was still a child, she already showed the makings of a breathtaking beauty.

She was miles prettier than those girls from his previous life touted as once-in-a-thousand-years beauties.

Ning Rongrong, however, was in no good mood.

The day before yesterday had been her seventh birthday. She had looked forward to spending that once-a-year occasion with her dad, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Gu.

But after her dad received a message, he had hurried out of the sect with Grandpa Sword.

As if that were not enough, he had not come to see her after returning.

And the hateful boy before her was undoubtedly to blame.

"Dad, Grandpa Sword, the day before yesterday was my birthday. You promised you'd celebrate with me."

Ning Rongrong folded her arms across her chest, looking every bit like she was waiting for them to coax her out of her sulk.

She wanted to put this boy in his place.

She would make Ning Wen understand where he stood.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she, Ning Rongrong, was the boss.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin exchanged a glance and were about to comfort their darling girl.

"Rongrong..."

Ning Fengzhi had barely spoken when he froze.

That cold inner voice had sounded again.

[Heh.]

A faint scoff drifted down, as though rising from the depths of a pond sealed in ice for ten thousand years.

[In my previous life, Ning Rongrong went out of her way to make trouble for This Seat. Even after our engagement, she never once treated me kindly!]

[This Seat kept yielding because she was my fiancée, but she decided I was a pushover and did that!]

[The master of the mighty Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and a mighty Titled Douluo received the news, and their first thought was to suppress it.]

[Not for This Seat's sake, but to protect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's reputation.]

[Too bad for you, the truth couldn't stay buried!]

[With family this cold, what meaning does the word even have?]

The Voice Pack paused.

When it spoke again, its tone held a trace of self-mockery and a deeper sense of release.

[But perhaps it's for the best.]

[This Seat has already lived through those endings. Naturally, I harbor no illusions anymore.]

[As for the bonds of family and love that mortals cherish, This Seat's heart is still water. Nothing can stir it now.]

Ning Fengzhi sat frozen in the seat of honor.

Rongrong was a little mischievous, but surely she would never do anything that damaged the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's reputation?

Gu Rong doted on Ning Rongrong more than anyone. How could he allow someone to slander her?

He was about to lose his temper when Ning Fengzhi stopped him.

Ning Rongrong's expression shifted, and she abruptly turned her gaze back to Ning Wen.

Had he just spoken?

Why did she feel as though... she had heard a voice?

Wait. Had that voice appeared directly in her head???

What was going on?

Was she hearing ghosts?

[What are you looking at This Seat for? In my previous life, you barely gave me the time of day. In this life, This Seat will rise so high you'll never be able to reach me!]

What the hell—!!!

Hearing the Voice Pack, Ning Wen guiltily turned his head away.

What the hell was this Voice Pack saying?

It was so damn full of itself. Worse, it was painfully cringey.

Why not go all the way and say, "Fortunes change with time—never look down on a poor young man!"?

Honestly, he understood Ning Rongrong.

They had promised to celebrate her birthday together and then stood her up. Anyone would be upset.

It was perfectly normal for a princess like Ning Rongrong to complain.

Why was his Voice Pack taking shots at her for no reason?

[This is exactly how it happened in my previous life.]

[She wants to put This Seat in my place and make me her obedient lackey.]

[But who is This Seat? My backbone is iron! Submit to a woman? Impossible... absolutely impossible!]

Ning Rongrong was still staring at Ning Wen in shock.

That voice had just sounded in her head again.

And because of it, Ning Rongrong realized she seemed able to hear this boy's thoughts.

Previous life?

Exactly how it happened?

Put him in his place?

A backbone of iron?

She could set the rest aside for now, but she really had intended to put him in his place.

Noticing Ning Rongrong staring at him, Ning Wen decided that if he wanted to live peacefully in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he needed to get on this little princess's good side.

"Hello, young miss. I'm Ning Wen."

Ning Wen forced down his embarrassment over the Voice Pack and offered her a friendly smile.

[She's pretty and comes from a fine family. How did she end up with such a terrible personality?]

[And that's not all. She's spoiled rotten, can't even cook a meal, and throws a tantrum whenever someone says the wrong thing.]

[This Seat is a God King who governs the entire Divine Realm, and my cooking is so masterful that even the God of Cookery and the God of Emotions admit they can't compare.]

[Marry her? I might as well take in an ancestor and wait on her hand and foot.]

[Come to think of it, parting ways with that foolish woman in my previous life was a blessing in disguise!]

Ning Rongrong's face visibly darkened.

Terrible personality???

Wait on me hand and foot???

Foolish woman???

She had never suffered an insult like this. She stepped forward, about to let him have it!

Seeing this, Ning Wen sprang up from his seat and reluctantly pulled a bottle of Cola from inside his robe.

It was his only bottle of Cola, and he had been saving it.

But to keep her anger from falling on him, he had no choice but to part with it.