This Seat Looks Down on You. What About It?

Watching Ning Wen put on such a modest front, Ning Rongrong and the others had mixed feelings.

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

Keep pretending! Go on!!!

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

Just then,

that deep, icy voice rang out in the four of their minds again.

[Hmph! Speaking of gifts gets This Seat's blood boiling!]

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

[That was the Aromatic Silk Beauty! It can identify the properties of every spiritual treasure under heaven and command them. It possesses every ability related to scent, and its fragrance can even change a person's aura. Any Plant-type Soul Beast that faces it loses half its fighting strength.]

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

[More importantly, the Aromatic Silk Beauty can remedy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's Martial Soul flaw and evolve it into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.]

The Voice Pack's tone suddenly turned gleeful.

[Come to think of it, aside from taking the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to greater heights, my uncle's greatest dream is to evolve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.]

[Yet his idiot daughter had the perfect opportunity right in front of her and threw it away!]

[I wonder if he'd drop dead from rage if he found out.]

[Hmph! This Seat will never make the mistake of offering kindness to someone who spits on it again.]

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

[Besides, This Seat is a mighty God King. What treasure haven't I seen?]

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

Ning Wen hardly knew where to begin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Granted, he was still only half convinced.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

To others, those words might mean little. To Ning Fengzhi, they were his lifelong obsession—the ultimate goal that generations of direct descendants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had pursued for over a thousand years, never wavering even in 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, not a single Soul Master with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had appeared since the sect's founding.

Ning Rongrong forced down her anger. A vein throbbed at her temple as she stared at Ning Wen, equal parts furious and curious.

Children on Douluo Continent grew up early, and she was no exception. 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 if 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. That's right. That's exactly how you looked at me in my previous life.]

[You made me think you liked me, when you were really treating me like a toy!]

[Heh... Woman, This Seat has seen through it all!]

Ning Wen: "..."

Ning Fengzhi: "..."

Chen Xin: "..."

Gu Rong: "..."

Ning Rongrong nearly spat blood.

What about this look says I like you?

It's anger, understand?!

At most, I'm a tiny bit curious.

And what's with the contempt he's felt for me from the very beginning?

Do I really have such a deep grudge against him?!!!

And that bastard is so two-faced!

If he has the nerve, he should say it to my face.

What kind of man talks behind someone's back?

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, her eyes blazing.

Fine.

Very well.

The gifts I give are trinkets, are they?

They're junk, are they?

Then I'm giving him one anyway!

Ning Rongrong suddenly smiled.

This time, her smile was dazzling—so dazzling that a chill ran down the backs of Ning Fengzhi and the others, who knew the Little Witch's true nature.

What is 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's mocking voice rang out again.

[This Seat does look down on you. What about it?]

Ning Rongrong's face darkened.

What the hell did I ever 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 it going too far?

She meant well, and she was a pretty girl. Did it have to act like a powder keg?

"No, thanks."

Ning Wen scratched his head and declined, feeling a little guilty. "I really don't need any—"

"No!"

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

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.

Beside them, Ning Fengzhi watched with a smile.

Whether it was because of that mysterious inner voice or Ning Wen himself, he wanted the two of them to grow closer.

Ning Wen stammered for ages without managing a reply.

Ning Rongrong arched her brows. An idea had come to her.

She reached to her waist and removed a bracelet.

It was bright silver, made of a material that was neither metal nor jade. Smooth and faintly cool to the touch, its surface was covered in intricate, obscure patterns almost impossible to make out with the naked eye.

"Here. I'll give you this 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 sounded again, full of disdain.

[Hah. Showing off a mere Storage Soul Tool?]

[Any Divine Artifact This Seat owns could hold countless stars. A low-grade trinket like that isn't worth a second glance.]

Ning Wen: "..."

Wasn't that taking the bragging a bit far?

Douluo's power ceiling is so low. Even if you really became a God King, where would you get a Divine Artifact that could hold countless stars?

Maybe in the Primordial World or Perfect World, but not here.

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 one insult after another.