"Normally, no Titled Douluo would fabricate the age at which they became a Titled Douluo."
After hearing Ning Rongrong say that Qin Xiao had announced his age in public, Sword Douluo no longer had much doubt.
After all, even Titled Douluos cared about saving face. Who would boast about something like that?
"But I still don't understand. How could someone become a Titled Douluo at eighteen?"
Beside him, Ning Fengzhi's brows knitted even more tightly. This completely defied common sense.
"Heehee..."
Seeing Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi looking so thoroughly stumped, Ning Rongrong couldn't help laughing, her voice like silver bells. "Dad, Grandpa Sword, if you'd seen how His Holiness the Thunder Emperor cultivated, you might not think that way."
"Rongrong, are you saying you've seen him cultivate?"
Suddenly, Ning Fengzhi's breathing quickened.
"Of course!" Ning Rongrong nodded. "I saw it with my own eyes."
"Quick, tell your father about it. This is extremely important!"
After receiving Ning Rongrong's confirmation, Ning Fengzhi's breathing grew rapid.
Truthfully, he really wanted to know how a prodigy who became a Titled Douluo at eighteen cultivated.
Beside him, Sword Douluo also quietly pricked up his ears. To hear more clearly, he even unconsciously controlled his breathing, trying not to make a sound.
Without a doubt, if he could borrow even a thing or two from that mysterious Thunder Emperor Douluo's cultivation method, it would greatly benefit his own cultivation.
"Dad, Grandpa Sword, you can listen, but don't get too many ideas. You probably won't be able to learn His Holiness the Thunder Emperor's cultivation method."
Ning Rongrong was clever, and she knew Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo well. She saw through their thoughts in an instant and hurriedly warned them.
"Haha, don't tell me it could endanger our lives?" Ning Fengzhi was amused by Ning Rongrong's words.
Sword Douluo also shook his head with a chuckle. "The more you say that, the more I want to try it and see just what's so special about His Holiness the Thunder Emperor's cultivation method."
The more Ning Rongrong warned them, the more he wanted to give it a try.
"Sigh."
Ning Rongrong shook her head helplessly. "Actually, His Holiness the Thunder Emperor's cultivation method is very simple. Have you heard of Thunder Tempering?"
"Thunder Tempering?"
Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi exchanged a glance, seeing the bewilderment in each other's eyes.
Then Ning Rongrong spoke again. "It's a cultivation method where you draw down lightning and let it strike you."
"What?"
"You mean getting struck by lightning!"
Sword Douluo couldn't help crying out in shock.
Hadn't they come to Shrek precisely to investigate the truth behind those bizarre lightning strikes?
Now, from what Ning Rongrong was saying, they had actually been caused by a person?
"How well done would that cook you..."
"Pah."
"Then how long does this Thunder Body Tempering method last?"
Ning Fengzhi was deeply shaken as well, but he asked as calmly as he could.
"A long time."
Ning Rongrong thought carefully before giving them a time frame. "He probably gets struck from midnight until dawn."
Hiss...
Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi both drew sharp breaths of cold air.
"Sect Master, if it's truly as Rongrong says, this Thunder Emperor Douluo really can't be underestimated."
"Even with my cultivation, I couldn't withstand lightning bombardment for that long."
"Even Old Bones couldn't withstand such a prolonged bombardment. Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, which possesses the power of thunder, wouldn't dare cultivate like that!
"This cultivation method is nothing short of courting death. I truly don't know how he manages to endure it."
Sword Douluo secretly transmitted his voice to Ning Fengzhi.
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly without saying anything more.
But a gleam of intelligence flickered in his eyes. Sword Douluo knew that the sect master must be planning something again, and that it involved that Thunder Emperor Douluo.
"Grandpa Sword, do you still want to learn from him now?"
Ning Rongrong blinked her large eyes as she asked Sword Douluo.
Sword Douluo's expression changed, then he shook his head with a bitter smile. "If it's really as you say, I can't learn from that."
In truth, he had put it very tactfully.
He was also grumbling inwardly. It's all hardcore techniques and brutal tricks. Who would dare learn from it or imitate it?
Anyone who tried would die!
"Oh, right, Dad, Grandpa Sword, there's something else about His Holiness the Thunder Emperor that you should know."
A rare look of seriousness appeared on Ning Rongrong's face.
"What is it?"
Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi's hearts stirred, and they listened with utmost seriousness.
They had already realized that nothing involving His Holiness the Thunder Emperor was ever simple.
"The Clear Sky Sect's Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao, fought His Holiness the Thunder Emperor. In the end, Tang Hao fled with his son, his tail between his legs."
Ning Rongrong spoke with a proud expression.
She looked much like the idol fans Qin Xiao had seen in his previous life. When their idol achieved something, they were even prouder than if they had achieved it themselves.
"Well, this..."
"Even Tang Hao lost? By now, he must have been a Titled Douluo for over a decade, right?"
"Even the world's greatest tool martial soul and the Clear Sky Sect's secret techniques couldn't defeat an eighteen-year-old Titled Douluo?"
After hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi had absolutely no idea what to say.
They had even become somewhat numb from all the shocks.
They couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying talent could produce such a genius.
"Wait!"
Sword Douluo suddenly remembered what Ning Rongrong had said at the beginning. "Sect Master, if that Thunder Emperor Douluo really is so powerful, then perhaps he truly did kill that hundred-thousand-year Titan Giant Ape!"
Ning Fengzhi froze. "In other words, there's a good chance he also possesses a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?"
A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone! Ning Fengzhi's eyes reddened with desire.
That was the dream of countless Soul Masters!
"Sect Master, I have a bold idea."
A fervent look suddenly appeared in Sword Douluo's eyes.
"Uncle Jian, do you want to spar with that young man?" Ning Fengzhi knew Sword Douluo extremely well and guessed his intentions in an instant.
"Haha."
Sword Douluo laughed heartily. "You really do understand me, Sect Master. Old Bones is just a tortoise shell. Sparring with him doesn't give me any new insights into combat; it only leaves me seething. But this Qin Xiao is different. I think sparring with him would benefit me greatly!"
After pondering for a moment, Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly. "That will still depend on what Qin Xiao thinks. We can't force him."
"Whatever it is, you can say it here."
In a secluded patch of dense forest, Qin Xiao stopped and spoke to the girl in front of him.
"Ah, all right..."
The girl was clearly distracted.
When she turned around, Qin Xiao could clearly see the flustered look on her face.
What's gotten into this icy beauty today? Qin Xiao was thoroughly puzzled, so he simply cut straight to the point. "What exactly did you want to see me about?"
"I, I..."
Zhu Zhuqing hesitated for a moment, unsure how to begin.
"If you won't say anything, I'm leaving."
Qin Xiao frowned. Women really are troublesome.
"Your Holiness, please don't go. I'll tell you."
Zhu Zhuqing grew anxious. "I'd like to ask you to help me!"
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