You Get It? You Don't Get a Damn Thing!

"It really is level-twenty Innate Soul Power!"

At the sight, Ning Fengzhi's feelings tangled together. He didn't know whether to celebrate or worry.

[Though my Martial Soul and Innate Soul Power are different, I remain a peerless genius without precedent or successor.]

[Ning Fengzhi will surely announce my engagement to that Little Witch any moment now!]

[In my previous life, I was completely blindsided. The engagement was settled before I knew what was happening.]

[It became the greatest embarrassment of my life!]

[The ruler of the Divine Realm, cuckolded by his own fiancée—even if only in name!]

[Even killing that food-type Soul Master afterward couldn't erase the humiliation.]

[In this life, I've learned to let it go.]

[But this engagement absolutely cannot happen.]

[My Martial Soul has awakened, and I've gained an unexpected bonus. I have nothing to fear now.]

[I can use this chance to leave the sect. From then on, the sky will be mine to soar through and the sea mine to roam.]

As the voice kept sounding in his mind, Ning Fengzhi's face stiffened.

Well, that line of thinking did fit his way of doing things.

As master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi's first instinct on encountering such a peerless genius was to bind him firmly to the sect.

Marriage was the best way to do that.

Not only was Ning Wen a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he was also the same age as Ning Rongrong.

They could arrange the engagement first, let affection grow between the two, then hold the wedding when the time was right.

But Ning Wen's inner voice told Ning Fengzhi that would be a terrible mistake.

It was second only to investing in that ungrateful wretch Tang San in the future.

At the thought, Ning Fengzhi shot Ning Rongrong an exasperated glare.

He had never imagined his daughter would do such a thing.

Worse, she would pass over a prodigy like Ning Wen for a food-type Soul Master who could barely defend himself.

What on earth would be wrong with her head?

Had she forgotten the rules of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Ning Fengzhi could now understand why Ning Wen kept calling Rongrong a foolish woman in his thoughts!

If that wasn't foolishness, then no one in the world was a fool.

Ning Fengzhi reflected on his own parenting, too. He couldn't keep spoiling Ning Rongrong, or she would bring disaster down on them one day.

No—she already had.

Fortunately, there was still a chance to set things right.

"His greatest embarrassment?"

"Cuckolded?"

"A food-type Soul Master?"

Ning Rongrong was utterly bewildered.

Precocious or not, she was only seven years old. Naturally, she had no idea what being cuckolded meant.

At the same time, an inexplicable sense of dread rose within her.

"Uncle Bone, what happened today must not spread."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to smack someone, and turned to Gu Rong.

Ning Wen was the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. In a sense, he was even more important than Ning Rongrong.

Even if he was a reincarnated God King, he was still far too weak. If other factions—especially Spirit Hall—found out, they might make a move in secret.

"Fengzhi, the disturbance just now was too great. I'm afraid..." Gu Rong's brows drew together.

Blood-red storm clouds had swept across half the sky. An omen on that scale could hardly be concealed.

Other people weren't fools.

"Tell outsiders Uncle Sword has made a breakthrough. Within the sect, say the Soul Power Testing Crystal was faulty and Little Wen has Innate Full Soul Power."

After a moment's thought, Ning Fengzhi added, "Keep the truth hidden as long as we can."

"Mm." Gu Rong nodded.

He knew how important Ning Wen was to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The Martial Soul awakenings continued.

Ning Wen stayed, and Chen Xin brought him to the seats of honor.

The four lines proceeded at once, growing steadily shorter.

Half a day later, the awakenings were nearly over.

Of almost a hundred children, close to half had failed to awaken Soul Power, even though most of their parents were Soul Masters.

Most of those who did awaken it had only level-one, level-two, or level-three Innate Soul Power.

Those with level-five Innate Soul Power or higher could be counted on one hand. The highest among them reached only level seven.

That was hardly surprising. Of the Shrek Seven Devils, Zhu Zhuqing had the least talent, and her Innate Soul Power was estimated at level seven.

Even so, she could be called a genius.

Shrek Academy had its problems, but every student it admitted was a first-rate talent.

Three of the Shrek Seven Devils had the exceedingly rare Innate Full Soul Power. Apart from Zhu Zhuqing, the rest all had level-nine Innate Soul Power.

So level-seven Innate Soul Power was impressive in its own right.

Innate Soul Power determined the upper limit of one's future achievements.

With level-seven Innate Soul Power, becoming a Soul Saint was all but certain, and there was a strong chance of reaching Soul Douluo.

Becoming a Titled Douluo, however, was impossible without an extraordinary opportunity.

In the original story, Zhu Zhuqing's rise to Titled Douluo—and even God of Speed—owed a great deal to the Immortal Herbs Tang San had swindled out of Dugu Bo.

As for Dugu Bo, one word summed up his fate: miserable. Tang San hadn't treated him like a person at all.

[Hm?]

[Why hasn't anything happened yet?]

Just as Ning Wen was busy disparaging him in his thoughts, the inner voice sounded again, now tinged with impatience.

[I'm tired of waiting.]

[In my previous life, you were already arranging my engagement to that foolish woman by now, weren't you?]

[Why are you dragging your feet this time?]

[Oh! I understand.]

[The talent I've shown in this life far surpasses my previous life. You must realize Ning Rongrong, that foolish woman with neither a figure nor a brain, isn't worthy of me!]

Ning Rongrong's face darkened visibly.

Stay calm!!!

So what if I heard him? It's not like I can beat him up!

And what's that supposed to mean, "a foolish woman with neither a figure nor a brain"?

I'm not worthy of you?

Well, I'm not interested in you either!!!

You rotten boy!!!

What did I ever do to offend you? Do you have to insult me at every turn?

The corner of Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched.

You understand?

You don't get a damn thing!

I want to arrange your engagement to Rongrong, too!

But you don't want it. What am I supposed to do?

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a helpless glance.

"Little Wen, you can look through the sect's books first and see which Soul Beasts would be suitable for your Soul Rings."

Ning Fengzhi cleared his throat. "Tomorrow, we'll take you to the Great Star Dou Forest to obtain two suitable Soul Rings."

Ning Wen nodded, a little disappointed.

Given the talent he had shown, he had thought Ning Fengzhi might actually do as the Voice Pack said and arrange his engagement to Ning Rongrong.

Then he would gain a wealthy young fiancée and the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as his backing.

As for the Voice Pack's warning that he would be cuckolded...

What a joke. He was a transmigrator and the future successor to the Asura God. Was he supposed to fear a mere Oscar?

His goal was to make Ning Rongrong his.

[Hm?????]

[What's going on?]

[Why isn't this following the script?]

The cold, detached voice rang out again, carrying a trace of surprise and confusion.

[Could it be the Butterfly Effect again?]

[Damn it. I hate variables beyond my control.]

[Hurry up and engage that foolish woman to me!]

[Then I can refuse with righteous indignation!]

"Um... I'll be going now."

Ning Wen nearly lost control of his expression and hurriedly took his leave.

Come on, man. Could you be any more dramatic?

It's bad enough you've got a persecution complex. Why insist on making a fuss over this?

The fewer complications, the better. Don't you get that?

Though if Ning Fengzhi really did propose it, Ning Wen wouldn't refuse.

You're making things awkward for your host here!

Good thing no one else can hear you!

Otherwise, I'd have to suffer in silence with no way to explain myself.

What he failed to notice was that Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Ning Rongrong all wore thunderous expressions.

What is wrong with you?

You don't want an engagement, but you're unhappy without one.

What do you actually want?

The Voice Pack's familiar notification sounded.

[Ding! Congratulations, host. You have received an extra reward: Constitution +3.]

Ning Wen's expression did not change.

After a Critical Hit Reward on the level of the Asura Armor, such trifles no longer impressed him.