This Voice Pack Didn't Know What Was Good for It!

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

Incense smoke curled through the air, but the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the seat of honor, without a trace of a smile on his face.

Ning Rongrong stood in the center of the hall, looking aggrieved.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong stood on either side of Ning Fengzhi, watching Ning Rongrong with aching hearts. Neither spoke up.

The reason was simple: Ning Fengzhi was truly angry this time.

In the future, Ning Rongrong would pass over a peerless genius like Ning Wen and fall for a food-type Soul Master instead. The scandal that followed would bring shame upon the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

After realizing that what Ning Wen's inner voice had said was likely true, even they knew they could no longer spoil Ning Rongrong, however much they adored her.

"Rongrong, in a few days, I'll hire an Etiquette Teacher to instruct you."

Ning Fengzhi looked at his precious daughter kneeling in the center of the hall and said slowly, "Prepare yourself."

"No! Rongrong doesn't want a teacher!"

Ning Rongrong stiffened, resistance written all over her little face.

She hurriedly turned toward Chen Xin and Gu Rong, her small voice trembling with tears. "Grandpa Sword! Grandpa Bone!"

Ning Rongrong had always done as she pleased. Free her entire life, how could she bear strict discipline?

The thought of being made to study all kinds of etiquette from now on filled her with dread.

Chen Xin sighed and looked away.

Gu Rong's face softened. In the end, he still tried to intercede. "Fengzhi, Rongrong is still young. This is the age for her to play. Isn't it too early..."

"Uncle Bone, please don't try to persuade me. If Rongrong doesn't change, her temperament will cost her dearly one day."

Ning Fengzhi remained firm.

Gu Rong knew Ning Fengzhi was right. He could only turn his head away.

Ning Rongrong bit her pink lip, feeling terribly wronged.

She was the victim here. Why was she the one who ended up suffering?

Ning Rongrong clenched her fists and made up her mind.

If I get the chance, I'll pay him back for this. I'll show Ning Wen that Ning Rongrong isn't so easy to bully!

Back at his residence in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Wen shut the doors and windows, then sat on the bed.

He tried summoning his Second Martial Soul.

A flash of golden light appeared, and an ancient mirror floated into existence before him.

Ripples of spacetime spread around it like rings on water.

The ancient mirror was perfectly round. Its frame was forged from Kunlun Black Jade mixed with Innate Bronze, with Coiling Dragon Cloud Patterns carved along its edge. Fine Astral Dao Patterns covered its rim, giving off a faint silver-blue glow.

Its surface was clear as water, yet showed no ordinary reflection. Phantoms of star-filled rivers churned within it, and fragmented glimpses of the past and future surfaced now and then.

"Kunlun Mirror!"

Ning Wen's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the ancient mirror.

He had never imagined that his Second Martial Soul—or rather, his original Martial Soul—would be the Kunlun Mirror.

The Kunlun Mirror was one of the Ten Ancient Divine Artifacts, said to belong to the Queen Mother of the West of Kunlun Mountain.

The Divine Artifact could perceive the workings of fate and know both ancient and modern times. It could observe the laws governing all things, trace an event five hundred years into the past or future, and even wield Spacetime Travel to break through the limits of time and space.

"The Kunlun Mirror holds the power of time and space. No wonder I became the Spacetime God King!"

As Ning Wen looked at the mirror, a possibility occurred to him, and his expression shifted. "Could this Voice Pack be...?"

"No. If it were what I'm thinking, too many things wouldn't add up."

He quickly shook his head, his expression turning resolute. "Besides, there's no way I'd be that dramatic!"

The next morning, at the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong had been waiting there for some time.

"Little Wen, Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, we'll all go to the Great Star Dou Forest today to hunt a Soul Ring," Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.

Normally, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two Sect-Guarding Douluo would not leave unless necessary.

When Ning Rongrong had hunted for her first Soul Ring, only Gu Rong had accompanied her.

Now, for Ning Wen's Soul Ring hunt, not only were both Sect-Guarding Douluo going, but Ning Fengzhi, the sect master himself, was joining them.

No one else received treatment like this.

If Ning Rongrong found out, she would probably sulk again.

Naturally, Ning Fengzhi had arranged it.

After all, Ning Wen was far too important now.

The Great Star Dou Forest was home to countless strange and powerful Soul Beasts.

If anything happened to Ning Wen, the loss would be unbearable for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Of course, that was only part of the reason.

His main aim was to improve Ning Wen's opinion of them.

After listening to so much of Ning Wen's inner voice,

Ning Fengzhi had realized, to his dismay, that not a single person in the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had left Ning Wen with a good impression.

That was why he had arranged this.

Then again, it made sense.

If Ning Wen had truly cared about the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the future, he would not have stood by and watched it gradually decline.

Ning Wen was thoroughly embarrassed by the gesture—and deeply moved.

Two Super Douluo, plus the world's greatest Auxiliary Soul Master.

Across the entire continent, perhaps only Qian Renxue could enjoy even better treatment.

After all, she had been born a Celestial Dragon!

She was a direct descendant of the Angel Lineage. Her grandfather was Qian Daoliu, a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo. The moment she awakened her Martial Soul, the position of Angel God was practically reserved for her, and two Titled Douluo guarded her and followed her orders.

[Things really have gone differently from my previous life this time around.]

[Last time, only Chen Xin came. Now both of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect-Guarding Douluo are here, along with Ning Fengzhi, the sect master himself!]

[Something's wrong.]

[Very wrong.]

[When something's this unusual, there has to be a catch.]

The Voice Pack fell silent for two and a half seconds.

Then it delivered its conclusion in a tone of absolute certainty.

[It's definitely a trap.]

[Fine. I'll see what you're plotting!]

Ning Wen: "???"

This Voice Pack really didn't know what was good for it!

They were only going to hunt a Soul Ring. What kind of trap could there be?

The corners of Ning Fengzhi's, Gu Rong's, and Chen Xin's mouths twitched.

The three exchanged glances and saw the same helplessness on one another's faces.

It seemed they had a long road ahead if they wanted to change Ning Wen's opinion of them.

"Let's go," Ning Fengzhi said.

The four boarded a luxurious carriage and set off toward the Great Star Dou Forest.

Inside, Gu Rong sat beside Ning Fengzhi with his eyes closed, resting.

Ning Wen and Chen Xin sat across from them.

"Little Wen, what kind of first Soul Ring do you want? Or rather, what plans do you have for your future?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Wen across from him and asked slowly, "And how old a Soul Ring do you think you can absorb?"

Personally, he still hoped Ning Wen would take the path of a Power Attack Battle Soul Master.