The Martial Soul of Ning Rongrong's daughter, Ning Zhizun, could be called the bane of all Evil Soul Masters.
As long as she was around, she could completely suppress this Evil Soul Master brat of Ning Fengzhi's, along with all those who came afterward. Ning Zhizun could suppress every last one of them by herself.
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi's eyes immediately lit up.
In that case, there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
As long as they always raised Ning Zhizun to be the strongest, she could suppress these brats forever. Even after they became gods, she could still keep them firmly suppressed and let them know what it meant to feel the pressure of an older sister.
No, that was the wrong generation.
But now did not seem to be the time to focus on that.
In that case, he needed to place a few more orders.
After all, all the prices from now on would be half off, a fifty-percent discount.
They only needed to raise Ning Zhizun to be the strongest, and no matter how many Demon Pills came afterward, they would have Ning Zhizun, their Spirit Pearl, to keep them in check.
No, little Zhizun was a Demon Pill too, but at least she was an upright one.
With that thought, everything instantly clicked for Ning Fengzhi.
Besides, he did not believe his luck was so bad that he would draw terrible traits like these several times in a row.
As long as he drew a child without the traits of killing their parents or slaughtering their siblings, he could raise them.
Killing their parents would hurt him; slaughtering their siblings would hurt their brothers.
As long as neither of those applied, he did not care whom they hurt. He, Ning Fengzhi, did not claim to