You Got It? You Got Nothing!

"It really is level twenty Innate Soul Power!"

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

[Although This Seat awakened a different Martial Soul and has a different level of Innate Soul Power, This Seat is still an unparalleled genius the world has never seen before and will never see again.]

[Ning Fengzhi will surely announce This Seat's engagement to that Little Witch any moment now!]

[In my previous life, the engagement was settled before This Seat even knew what was happening.]

[It became the greatest humiliation of This Seat's life!]

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

[Even cutting down that food-type Soul Master afterward couldn't erase the shame.]

[This Seat has come to terms with it in this life.]

[But that engagement absolutely cannot happen.]

[My Martial Soul has awakened, and This Seat even gained an unexpected bonus. There's nothing left to fear.]

[This is the perfect chance to leave the sect. From then on, the sky will be mine to soar through and the seas mine to roam.]

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

Well, that line of thinking certainly suited Ning Wen.

Faced with such an extraordinary genius, Ning Fengzhi's first instinct as sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was to bind him firmly to the sect.

The best way was through marriage.

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 the two develop feelings over time, then marry them 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 a look of exasperation.

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

And with a prodigy like Ning Wen right there, she would choose a food-type Soul Master who couldn't even defend himself.

What on earth was wrong with her head?

Had she forgotten the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's rules?

Ning Fengzhi was beginning to understand why Ning Wen kept calling Rongrong a stupid woman in his thoughts!

If that wasn't stupidity, then no one in the world was stupid.

Ning Fengzhi also reflected on his own behavior. He couldn't keep spoiling Ning Rongrong, or she would bring disaster upon herself sooner or later.

No, she had already made a terrible mistake.

Fortunately, there was still time to put things right.

"His greatest humiliation?"

"Cuckolded?"

"A food-type Soul Master?"

Ning Rongrong looked utterly baffled.

Precocious as she was, she was only seven years old. Naturally, she didn't understand what it meant to be cuckolded.

Still, an inexplicable sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

"Uncle Bone, word of what happened today must not get out."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath. Suppressing the urge to slap someone, he 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 against him in secret.

"Fengzhi, the disturbance just now was too great. I'm afraid..." Gu Rong frowned deeply.

Blood-red thunderclouds had swept across half the sky. An omen on that scale couldn't simply be covered up.

People weren't fools.

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

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

"Mm." Gu Rong nodded.

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

The Martial Soul Awakening continued.

Ning Wen stayed and was escorted by Chen Xin to the VIP seats.

All four lines proceeded at once, steadily growing shorter.

Half a day passed, and the Martial Soul Awakening gradually drew to a close.

Of the nearly hundred children, close to half had failed to awaken any Soul Power, even though most had Soul Masters for parents.

Among those who did awaken it, most had only level one, two, or three Innate Soul Power.

Those with level five or higher could be counted on one hand, and the highest among them had reached only level seven.

That was normal enough. Of the Shrek Seven Devils, Zhu Zhuqing had the weakest talent, and her Innate Soul Power was estimated to have been level seven.

Even that was enough to call her a genius.

Shrek Academy might have been a sham, but every student it recruited was a first-rate talent.

Three of the Shrek Seven Devils had Innate Full Soul Power, a gift found in one person out of ten thousand. Apart from Zhu Zhuqing, the rest all had level nine Innate Soul Power.

So level seven Innate Soul Power was already impressive.

Innate Soul Power determined how far someone could go.

With level seven Innate Soul Power, becoming a Soul Saint was practically certain, and becoming a Soul Douluo was quite possible.

But becoming a Titled Douluo was impossible without some extraordinary opportunity.

In the original story, Zhu Zhuqing's rise to Titled Douluo and even God of Speed owed much to the Immortal Herb Tang San had swindled from Dugu Bo.

As for Dugu Bo, "miserable" was the only word for him. Tang San had never treated him like a person at all.

[Hm?]

[Why hasn't anything happened yet?]

While Ning Wen was busy slandering Tang San in his thoughts, the inner voice sounded again, its prompting tinged with impatience.

[This Seat is tired of waiting.]

[In my previous life, weren't you about to arrange This Seat's engagement to that stupid woman by now?]

[Why are you dragging your feet in this life?]

[Oh! This Seat understands.]

[The talent This Seat has shown in this life far surpasses that of my previous life. You must think Ning Rongrong, that stupid woman with neither a figure nor a brain, isn't worthy of This Seat!]

Ning Rongrong's face visibly darkened.

Calm down!!!

So what if I heard him? Am I supposed to beat him up?

And what does he mean, a stupid woman with neither a figure nor a brain?

I'm not worthy of you?

Well, I don't want you either!!!

Damn it, you rotten man!!!

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

Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched.

You understand?

You don't understand a damn thing!

I'd like you and Rongrong to get engaged first, too!

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

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a helpless look.

"Little Wen, why don't you look through the sect's books first and see what kind of Soul Beast would make a suitable Soul Ring for you?"

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

Hearing that, Ning Wen nodded, a little disappointed.

Given the talent he had shown, Ning Wen had thought Ning Fengzhi might really arrange his engagement to Ning Rongrong, just as the Voice Pack had said.

Then he would have a wealthy young heiress for a wife and the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect behind him.

As for the Voice Pack's claim that he would be cuckolded—

What a joke. He was a Transmigrator and the future successor of the Asura God. Why would he fear someone like Oscar?

His goal was to make Ning Rongrong his.

[Hm?????]

[What's going on?]

[Why aren't they following the script?]

The cold, indifferent voice rang out again, carrying a trace of surprise and confusion!

[Could this be another Butterfly Effect?]

[Damn it. This Seat hates variables beyond my control.]

[Hurry up and arrange This Seat's engagement to that stupid woman!]

[Then This Seat can refuse with righteous conviction!]

"Uh... I'll be going, then."

Ning Wen nearly lost control of his expression and hurriedly said goodbye to them.

Come on, could you be any more dramatic?

Having a persecution complex is bad enough. Why keep making a fuss over nothing?

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

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

You're making this really awkward for your host!

Good thing no one else can hear you!

Otherwise, I'd have to swallow it all without a word.

What he failed to notice was that Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Ning Rongrong all looked equally exasperated.

What is wrong with you?

You don't want to get engaged, but you're unhappy when no engagement is arranged.

What exactly do you want?

The Voice Pack's notification sounded for the first time in a while.

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

Ning Wen's expression didn't change.

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