I Look Down on You. What Are You Going to Do About It?

Seeing Ning Wen's modest expression, Ning Rongrong and the others had complicated feelings.

If they hadn't heard those outrageous thoughts, they might have believed his nonsense!

Keep pretending! Go on!

Let's see how long you can keep it up!

Just then,

the low, icy voice sounded in their four minds again.

[Hmph! Speaking of gifts makes my blood boil!]

[In my previous life, I found the Immortal Herb Aromatic Silk Beauty for that foolish woman. I never expected her to throw it away. What a waste!]

[That was Aromatic Silk Beauty! It could identify the properties of all natural treasures and command them. It possessed every ability related to scent, and its fragrance could even alter a person's aura. All plant-type Soul Beasts would lose half their fighting strength before it.]

[An Immortal Herb of that caliber was rare even in the Divine Realm.]

[What's more, Aromatic Silk Beauty could remedy the flaws of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul and evolve it into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.]

The Voice Pack's tone suddenly turned gleefully spiteful.

[Besides leading the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to greater heights, this uncle of mine dreams of seeing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.]

[And his idiot daughter had the perfect chance right in front of her, only to throw it away!]

[I wonder if learning about it would make him drop dead from rage on the spot.]

[Hmph! I won't make the mistake of having my kindness thrown back in my face a second time.]

[As I've said, what does the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have to do with me? Let them fend for themselves!]

[Besides, I'm a God King. What treasure haven't I seen?]

[Who wants the trinkets you lot give away? They're nothing but junk!]

Ning Wen no longer had the energy to complain.

With an imagination like that, it was a shame the Voice Pack wasn't writing Douluo fan fiction!

It had even dreamed up a plot where Ning Rongrong threw away an Immortal Herb like Aromatic Silk Beauty, which could change her destiny.

No matter how foolish Ning Rongrong was, she couldn't be that stupid.

It would have been more believable to say she would turn her back on him after absorbing the Immortal Herb.

Aromatic Silk Beauty... the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Those few words struck Ning Fengzhi's heart like a hammer.

True, he still wasn't sure whether to believe what he heard.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda evolving into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Those words might mean little to others, but to Ning Fengzhi, they represented his lifelong obsession. For nearly a thousand years, generations of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's direct descendants had pursued that ultimate goal without wavering, even unto death.

The sect had even left an Ancestral Edict: whoever awakened the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda would become its next sect master, regardless of their status.

Unfortunately, since the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's founding, not a single Soul Master had possessed the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Ning Rongrong fought to contain her anger. A vein throbbed at her temple as she stared at Ning Wen, furious but also curious.

Children on the Douluo Continent matured early, and she was no exception. Of course she knew what the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda meant to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

It was something the entire sect had failed to achieve in nearly a thousand years.

Yet this guy spoke of it as though it were nothing.

And just how awful did he think she was?

He made it sound as though it had really happened!!!

Trinkets?

Junk?

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath.

Just as she was about to speak, the Voice Pack sounded again:

[Heh. Yes, that's it. You looked at me with those same eyes in my previous life.]

[You made me think you liked me, when all along you treated me like a toy!]

[Heh... woman, I've seen through everything!]

Ning Wen: "..."

Ning Fengzhi: "..."

Chen Xin: "..."

Gu Rong: "..."

Ning Rongrong nearly coughed up blood.

What part of me looks like I'm interested in you?

I'm angry, don't you get it!

At most, I'm a tiny bit curious.

And why has he looked down on me this whole time?

Do we really have some enormous grudge between us?!!!

And this bastard is completely different on the inside!

If he has something to say, he should say it to my face.

What kind of man talks about someone behind her back?

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, her eyes blazing.

Fine.

Very well.

The things I give are trinkets, are they?

The things I give are junk, are they?

Then I'm giving you something whether you like it or not!

Ning Rongrong suddenly smiled.

This time, her smile was so radiant that a chill ran down the spines of Ning Fengzhi and the others, who knew what a Little Witch she could be.

What was she planning now?

"Ning Wen!"

Ning Rongrong's voice was sweet as honey. "You have to accept my gift in return. Otherwise, you're looking down on me!"

The Voice Pack sounded again, its voice tinged with mockery.

[I do look down on you. What are you going to do about it?]

Ning Rongrong's expression darkened.

What the hell did I do to him?

No, Ning Rongrong. Hold it in. You have to hold it in. You can do this!

Ning Wen: "..."

What was wrong with this Voice Pack? Wasn't that going too far?

She was being nice, and she was a pretty girl, too. Did it have to sound so hostile?

"No need."

Ning Wen scratched his head and declined with a hint of guilt. "I really don't need any—"

"No!"

Ning Rongrong stepped forward and cut him off. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she refused to give an inch.

Ning Wen swallowed. He had a feeling that if he didn't come up with something today, he might not make it out of the hall.

To the side, Ning Fengzhi watched with a smile.

Whether because of those mysterious thoughts or Ning Wen himself, he would welcome a closer relationship between the two.

Ning Wen hemmed and hawed, unable to get a word out.

Ning Rongrong arched an eyebrow. An idea came to her.

She reached down and removed a bracelet from her waist.

The bracelet was bright silver, made of a material that was neither metal nor jade. It felt smooth and slightly cool to the touch, and its surface was covered in intricate, arcane patterns too fine for the naked eye to make out.

"Here. Take this as my gift in return."

Ning Rongrong held the bracelet out to Ning Wen, lifting her chin slightly. "It's a Storage Soul Tool with forty cubic meters of space inside."

The moment she finished speaking,

the Voice Pack's disdainful voice rang out again.

[Heh. She dares show off a mere Storage Soul Tool.]

[Any one of my Divine Artifacts could hold countless stars. I'd consider it a waste of time to give this low-grade thing a second glance.]

Ning Wen: "..."

Wasn't it exaggerating a little too much?

Douluo was practically the bottom rung of fantasy worlds. Even if he really became a God King, where would he find a Divine Artifact that could hold countless stars?

That might work in the Primordial World or Perfect World.

Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks, her face dark with anger.

Talk about biting the hand that feeds you!

She had offered him a Storage Soul Tool out of kindness, only to be met with contempt.