Jun Yi followed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple to their living quarters. The furnishings inside were distinctive, somewhat resembling ancient Huaxia architecture on Earth, yet also fairly modern.
"Little brother, where would you like to stay? You can pick any of these rooms," the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple said.
"I don't have any special requirements. Just somewhere with good natural light," Jun Yi replied.
Ning Rongrong, who had been following behind Jun Yi, suddenly spoke up. "The room next to mine happens to be empty, and it gets good light too. Why don't you stay over at my place?"
At Ning Rongrong's words, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple responsible for arranging Jun Yi's accommodations immediately stiffened. He asked cautiously, "Does Sect Master Ning agree?"
Ning Rongrong revealed her true nature as the "Little Demoness." She pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes into crescents, and smiled playfully. Giving a couple of little huffs, she said, "If I say it's fine, Dad will definitely agree too. Isn't that right?"
Although Ning Rongrong was only a little girl of around six, she clearly gave off a very forceful impression. The disciple could only smile wryly at her words. He dared not offend this little ancestor.
Thus, he led Jun Yi to the pavilion where Ning Rongrong lived. The natural light there was indeed excellent. Looking out through the windows, one could take in the entire stretch of mountain peaks. Sunlight spilled down onto the grass, reflecting a multicolored brilliance that looked exceptionally beautiful.
As expected of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess. Even her home is lovely, Jun Yi marveled inwardly.
"There aren't many people living in this pavilion, just me and Dad. It's usually pretty quiet too," Ning Rongrong said with a giggle.
"Come on, I'll take you to pick a room." With that, Ning Rongrong stepped forward on her own initiative, took Jun Yi by the arm, and headed toward the pavilion.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple did not follow them inside. This was the sect master's residence, and as an ordinary disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he was not qualified to enter.
Ning Rongrong pulled Jun Yi into the pavilion. A delicate fragrance greeted him, making him involuntarily take several deep breaths. The scent was extremely pleasant, relaxing anyone who smelled it.
"It smells so nice."
"Of course! That's the scent of my favorite Hundred Flowers Perfume." Ning Rongrong proudly raised her little head, looking as though she shared in its glory.
Ning Rongrong led Jun Yi to a door on the second floor and pointed at it. "You can stay in this room from now on. The one next door is mine. I'll have someone tidy it up for you in a bit." With that, Ning Rongrong pushed the door straight open and stepped inside.
"Oh." Jun Yi nodded lightly and looked around, taking in his surroundings. The decor was simple and bright, giving the room a warm, comfortable feel. It suited his tastes.
"This place really is pretty good."
"Of course! Just look where you are. This is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! Of course the accommodations are nice!" Ning Rongrong said quite proudly, pursing her little lips.
"By the way, are you sure Uncle Ning won't get angry if he finds out you put me in this room?" Jun Yi walked over to the table, pulled out a stool, and sat down.
"He won't. My dad spoils me more than anyone. He definitely won't get angry over something this small," Ning Rongrong said, shaking her head without hesitation.
Jun Yi shook his head. "True. You are the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Little Demoness, after all. Of course you'd let all that pampering go to your head."
"Hehe, that's right!"
Ning Rongrong felt quite proud of the title "Little Demoness." She brought over a stool as well and sat opposite Jun Yi.
She took the tiny Milk Bottle out of her Storage Soul Tool Ring and asked, "Jun Yi, how do I use this Soul Tool?"
Jun Yi poured two cups of tea and passed one to Ning Rongrong, explaining as he did so, "Just use it like an ordinary baby bottle. But remember, unless you're strong enough, don't use it while fighting, or there'll be serious consequences."
"What consequences?"
"You and the Milk Bottle will explode together."
A trace of horror appeared on Ning Rongrong's face at his words, and even her gaze grew cautious as she looked at the Milk Bottle.
"Don't worry. This thing is very stable. As long as you don't use it during intense combat, generally nothing will happen."
Jun Yi continued explaining.
"That's good, then."
With that, Ning Rongrong took a sip straight from the Milk Bottle. A warm current instantly spread throughout her body. Gentle Soul Power nourished every part of her, flowing in through her dantian before finally merging into her meridians, nourishing her bones, flesh, and even her cells.
"That feels so good!"
Ning Rongrong cried softly, her eyes sparkling with a strange light. She looked at the Milk Bottle in her hands with excitement all over her face. She had never expected its effects to be so pronounced.
"Wow... so this is a Soul Tool. It's amazing! It really can restore Soul Power," Ning Rongrong could not help exclaiming in admiration.
"Of course! Just look who made it," Jun Yi said smugly.
"Don't tell me you made this?"
Ning Rongrong blinked her large, lively eyes and stared at Jun Yi, her gaze brimming with curiosity.
"Of course it was..."
Jun Yi was just about to answer when footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. A servant entered the room and bowed to the two of them. "Miss, Young Master Jun, the sect master invites you to join him for a meal."
"All right, we'll be right there." Ning Rongrong waved her hand.
Jun Yi rose and headed out the door. Ning Rongrong put the Milk Bottle into her Soul Tool Ring and skipped along behind him as they left the pavilion.
At the dining table, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Ning Fengzhi were discussing Jun Yi's accommodations. They had already learned from that Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple that Ning Rongrong wanted Jun Yi to stay in the room next to hers.
Sword Douluo looked displeased. "I don't agree with letting that brat Jun Yi stay there. What if he harbors ill intentions and does something bad to Rongrong? Wouldn't letting this brat live next door to Ning Rongrong be like inviting a wolf into the house?"
A helpless smile appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face as he tried to reassure him. "Uncle Jian, you're worrying too much. Jun Yi is the same age as Rongrong, only six years old. What could he possibly do?"
Bone Douluo chimed in from beside him. "Exactly, you coward. You really do overthink things. I bet you're afraid that from now on, Rongrong will spend all her time playing with the Jun boy and ignore you, right? Hahaha!"
"You damned old ghost, what are you wagging your tongue for? When did I ever mean that?" With his thoughts exposed, Sword Douluo immediately flew into a rage out of embarrassment.
"Heh, getting worked up, are we?"
"Your bones are itching again. You need a workout, don't you?"
"Oh? As if I'd be afraid of a coward like you!"
The two looked ready to come to blows again. Ning Fengzhi shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, stop arguing. Rongrong has already decided. We can only respect her choice."
With that, Ning Fengzhi raised his wine cup and took a sip, changing the subject. "Regarding Jun Yi's cultivation, do either of you have any suggestions?"
(End of chapter)