If He's Your Dad, Then Who Am I?

At those words, Ye Zhen's arrogant expression softened slightly. He glanced at the tightly shut Golden Door.

"Well, that..."

Yang Jian cut in coldly. "It's simple."

"Complete one mission posted by the forum, and you can use it once."

"But you'll have to bear the consequences yourself."

Ning Rongrong froze for a moment, then an idea struck her.

She instinctively associated the term with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's contribution points.

So that's how it works!

A gleam flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes as she silently made up her mind.

As long as I complete a mission, I can use the divine artifacts inside!

With Yang Jian's strength, a mission that's effortless for him might be difficult for me. But as long as I keep following him, I'll find an opportunity eventually!

She paid no heed whatsoever to Yang Jian's warning that she would have to bear the consequences herself.

On the Douluo Continent, wasn't the greatest cost of exchanging for divine artifacts through a sect simply spending contribution points?

She believed she could afford that price!

Just as Ning Rongrong made up her mind.

After that brief explanation, Yang Jian said nothing more and headed straight out of the building.

He left as abruptly as he had arrived. Ning Rongrong froze, then her heart suddenly clenched!

The words on the Sheepskin Paper echoed wildly through her mind.

[Stick close to Yang Jian!][A life-or-death crisis awaits in three days!]

If she lost Yang Jian, she was finished!

"Wait!"

Ning Rongrong forgot all about decorum and hurried after him.

She stepped in front of Yang Jian. "Could... could you take me with you?"

Yang Jian stopped. His cold eyes settled on Ning Rongrong without the slightest flicker of emotion.

"Take you with me?" Yang Jian asked coldly. "Why?"

"I can support you!"

Ning Rongrong spoke hurriedly. The blackish-purple Soul Ring beneath her feet instantly lit up, and a faint supporting glow fell over Yang Jian.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's support effects can make you stronger!"

"And you said yourself that it could slightly suppress that... whatever revival you mentioned!"

At the words "suppress revival," Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly.

He fell silent for a moment, not rejecting her immediately.

But there was no sign of agreement on his cold face either.

"I'm going home to take care of something," Yang Jian said flatly, his tone utterly even. "It's dangerous. Do you still want to come?"

Ning Rongrong's heart lurched.

Dangerous?

How could following Yang Jian be dangerous?

Following Yang Jian was the safest option!

The Sheepskin Paper had spelled it out clearly. As long as she followed Yang Jian, she could survive!

"I'll go with you!" Ning Rongrong declared firmly, with almost no hesitation.

"No matter how dangerous it is, I'm following you!" Yang Jian stared at her for several seconds.

His gaze was perfectly calm, yet it filled Ning Rongrong with an inexplicable unease.

Finally, Yang Jian nodded slightly. "If you want to follow me, then come."

Yang Jian turned and stepped through the building's glass doors.

Just as Ning Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to follow.

Yang Jian suddenly stopped.

He did not turn around, but his cold voice reached Ning Rongrong's ears clearly.

"But let me give you a warning." There was not a trace of emotion in Yang Jian's voice.

"In times like these, don't trust anyone, including ghosts."

Ning Rongrong paused, then nodded with only a vague understanding.

She instinctively assumed Yang Jian was reminding her to stay alert.

But she had received information from the Human Skin Paper and firmly believed that following Yang Jian would keep her alive!

She failed to notice that when Yang Jian said the word "ghosts," the Ghost Eye on his arm swept over the Soul Tool where she had hidden the Sheepskin Paper, seemingly by chance-or perhaps not.

Ning Rongrong followed that slender figure in black out of the Paranormal Forum building.

Dachang City, an ordinary residential complex.

Yang Jian walked ahead, his footsteps ringing particularly clearly through the silent stairwell.

Ning Rongrong stayed close behind him. Her once-lavish princess dress was now covered in dust, leaving her looking rather bedraggled.

"Is this your home?" Ning Rongrong asked quietly, looking around with curiosity.

She had never seen this style of corridor apartment building on the Douluo Continent.

Yet it had an indescribable sense of everyday life about it.

Yang Jian said nothing. He took a key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock.

The instant he pushed the door open, Yang Jian's previously cold expression changed drastically!

The crimson Ghost Eye on his forehead and the two Ghost Eyes on his hands opened simultaneously, beyond his control. They spun frantically, staring fixedly into the bedroom.

"Woof!" A ferocious bark exploded inside Yang Jian's mind without warning!

Every hair on Yang Jian's body stood on end as an unprecedented chill swept through him.

"Get back!" Yang Jian barked, shoving Ning Rongrong away from behind him.

His gaze cut through the living room and locked onto the bedside in the bedroom.

A man sat there.

The man wore old clothes washed almost white, and his body was as stiff as a block of wood.

His head was lowered, and he held an old, yellowed newspaper in both hands, engrossed in reading.

Strangely, the newspaper concealed his entire face, leaving only a pair of ashen hands visible.

In that instant, Yang Jian had sensed an extremely subtle supernatural disturbance attempting to invade his mind, but the Ghost Dream had easily blocked it.

"Dad?!"

At that moment, Ning Rongrong, who had been shoved aside, suddenly cried out.

Her frightened eyes instantly went blank, then filled with overwhelming joy and hurt.

"Dad! Why are you here? Have you come to take Rongrong home?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes instantly reddened, and tears spilled down her face.

As though she had completely forgotten the danger here, she rushed recklessly toward the man sitting in the bedroom.

On the Douluo Continent, before the Sky Screen.

"What?!"

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's main hall, Ning Fengzhi shot to his feet. He slammed his scepter against the floor with a heavy thud.

He stared fixedly at the strange man on the Sky Screen, sitting beside the bed with a newspaper covering his face. His expression was livid.

"If he's your dad, then who am I?!"

"This damned world!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong exchanged a glance, each seeing shock and bewilderment in the other's eyes.

"Fengzhi, calm down!" Bone Douluo said gravely. "That thing doesn't look alive at all. It's a ghost!"

"But why is Rongrong calling him Dad?" Sword Douluo frowned deeply. "Could the ghosts in that world already be capable of taking on our appearances, only we can't see it?"

At Shrek Academy.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others were stunned as well.

"Rongrong's dad? How could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's master appear in that world?" Oscar looked utterly baffled.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head. "Could Sect Master Ning have gone through the Sky Screen too? No, that can't be right. He wasn't on the list!"