When Ning Rongrong saw Ning Fengzhi, she ran over happily and hugged his leg.
"Dad, what are you doing here too?"
Ning Fengzhi reached out and dotingly rubbed Ning Rongrong's head.
"I just happened to come to Heaven Dou City on some business. Then I happened to run into your shadow guard coming to make a report, so your Grandpa Bone and I came straight over."
With that, he turned to Wang Xiaoming and said, "You're the little genius with Innate Full Soul Power that Rongrong found, aren't you? Hello, I'm Rongrong's father. You can call me Uncle Ning."
"Greetings, Sect Master Ning. I wouldn't dare call myself a genius."
On seeing Ning Fengzhi, Wang Xiaoming bowed respectfully.
After all, he was the master of a sect. Proper courtesy still had to be observed.
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's gentle smile did not diminish.
"You deserve to be called a genius. After all, you could control someone else's Martial Soul and even use it in front of them right after awakening. That kind of ability and nerve aren't something ordinary people possess.
"But I'm very curious: how were you able to use the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"
He glanced curiously at the belt around Wang Xiaoming's waist and continued, "As far as I know, there is only one kind of Soul Beast on this continent that could possibly produce a copying skill like that: the Mirror Image Beast.
"But according to the records, that person back then only copied his own Martial Soul, turning a single-handed sword into a pair of swords.
"Could your Martial Soul be connected to the Mirror Image Beast?"
"Well..."
Wang Xiaoming hesitated, glancing at the rotten old man who had quietly edged closer. He silently moved two steps away from him before speaking.
"Uncle Ning, to be honest, this ability has major restrictions. I can only use the Martial Souls of people who genuinely acknowledge me. As for my Martial Soul's own abilities, I won't know until I've absorbed a Soul Ring."
As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Ning Rongrong, as if to say that the reason this ability had appeared lay with his daughter, so he shouldn't come asking him.
Besides, he had nothing to hide from Ning Rongrong.
He was dead set on luring this support away.
Under Wang Xiaoming's gaze, Ning Rongrong blushed.
Had she already genuinely acknowledged Wang Xiaoming? How come she didn't know?
But if that wasn't the case, there didn't seem to be any way to explain it...
Still, why was this guy saying that in front of her dad!? How embarrassing.
In her heart, she had already subconsciously accepted Wang Xiaoming's words. Perhaps it really was because of her that Wang Xiaoming could use the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!
Ning Fengzhi smiled with satisfaction at the answer, and when he saw his daughter's reaction, he was even more satisfied.
But to maintain his composure, he kept only a faint smile on his face.
"I didn't expect you and him to get along so well already, Rongrong. In that case, I won't stop you from coming out anymore. Of course, only to come here."
"Really? Thanks, Dad~"
Ning Rongrong excitedly hugged Ning Fengzhi and called him Dad sweetly. This time, it came from the bottom of her heart.
She was also glad she had met Wang Xiaoming.
Otherwise, how would she have had the chance to leave the sect and run around?
At that moment, a certain rotten old man whose jar of vinegar had already overturned came drifting up in front of Wang Xiaoming and spoke expressionlessly.
"Kid, your Martial Soul sounds pretty impressive. How about you try controlling mine?"
As he spoke, ripples spread through the space behind him. A bone dragon's head emerged from them and stared fixedly at Wang Xiaoming.
Looking at the man before him, whose resentment reached the heavens, Wang Xiaoming's eyelids twitched.
Easy for him to say. He wanted a level-ten small fry like him to control a Titled Douluo's Martial Soul?
Why didn't he just tell him to go fight Asura?
Even a fool knew there had to be a Soul Power Level limit!
He chuckled awkwardly. "Please don't joke around, sir. How could I possibly do that? I'm not Superman... This move can only be used to bully people with less Soul Power than me, and I can only use it once a day. I really can't do it."
"Can't do it? Looks to me like you're looking down on this old man."
The rotten old man looked ready to turn hostile at any moment as he spoke fiercely to Wang Xiaoming.
Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming scuttled sideways and quickly hid behind Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong didn't disappoint him. She planted her hands on her hips and stood in front of Wang Xiaoming like a mother hen protecting her chick, then said to Gu Rong in annoyance, "Grandpa Bone, what are you doing? Didn't he already say he couldn't do it? Why do you always ask the impossible? If you keep this up, Rongrong won't talk to you anymore!"
At that, the old man who had just looked so fierce immediately put on an ingratiating smile, the wrinkles on his face bunching up like a chrysanthemum.
"Rongrong, Grandpa just wanted to see how capable he was and whether he was worthy of our Rongrong. Grandpa was wrong. Grandpa won't do it again. How about this? Grandpa will go buy you two some snacks later."
"Hmph!"
Ning Rongrong tossed her little head to the side, unwilling to pay him any attention.
If he really scared Wang Xiaoming away, she would fly off the handle!
Ning Fengzhi looked at Gu Rong and silently shook his head, signaling him not to be so hasty.
"Uncle Bone, everyone has their secrets. We don't need to force him."
The little fellow definitely hadn't told the truth.
Such a powerful ability couldn't possibly be useful only for bullying the weak.
He knew to hide his edge at such a young age. That was very good.
Before one had enough strength, exposing the threat one posed was a very foolish thing to do.
But Rongrong would be by his side every day from now on anyway. Was there any need to worry about not uncovering his secrets?
"Sect Master Ning is wise and magnanimous."
Hiding behind Ning Rongrong, Wang Xiaoming quietly said those words, making Gu Rong's mouth twitch.
How had he suddenly become the bad guy? He had only been curious.
In fact, Ning Fengzhi's guess was right on the mark.
The move was best used when the target was no more than ten levels above Wang Xiaoming.
Once the difference exceeded ten levels, the higher the target's level, the stronger their resistance and the more of the control duration they could resist. However, the minimum control duration was one second.
If he were to control a Titled Douluo now...
The moment he summoned the Martial Soul over, the other party would probably control it to whip him to death.
Besides, even without a Martial Soul, the other party would still have Soul Power.
Against an enemy whose level was too high, this was just a minor control effect.
It was true that he had no Soul Rings right now and could only use the Forced Ride Card once a day.
He wondered whether that number would increase after he absorbed a Soul Ring.
For now, it was better to act a little more harmless. Having pulled two golds, he didn't want to start over just yet.