Following the Trend to Tease Ning Rongrong

On the auction stage, the moment Doudou's voice fell, the entire auction house sank into an eerie dead silence.

Then, as if a ladle of cold water had been poured into boiling oil, the venue instantly exploded.

"What? Did I hear that right? Ning Rongrong's... dark ledger?"

"Ning Rongrong?"

"Which Ning Rongrong? Could it be... that little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"Who else could it be but her! Tsk, tsk, a dark ledger—just the name sounds packed with material!"

"My heavens, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has really lost face this time!"

Discussion, roaring laughter, and cries of astonishment wove together, forming a huge wave of sound that nearly flipped the entire auction house over.

Inside the VIP box, the color on Ning Rongrong's face drained away with a swish.

Dark ledger?

That book she had hidden in the most secret place, the one that recorded all her "little secrets" from childhood to now and her complaints about certain people—how could it have appeared here?!

"No... impossible!"

Ning Rongrong's voice was dry, trembling with disbelief.

Then a massive surge of shame and fury erupted like a volcano.

"Ah—!"

A shriek sharpened to the extreme pierced through the noisy discussions and echoed over the auction house.

"You're talking nonsense! Stop this at once! What is that thing?! Where did you get it?!"

Ning Rongrong rushed to the window of the box and pounded hard on the specially made Crystal Window.

If not for its unusual material, she probably would have smashed it to pieces already.

As her words fell, the audience in the venue was also somewhat dumbfounded.

"Uh, so the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is at this auction?"

"Judging from the voice, it seems to be the one who bid nine hundred thousand earlier for the Soft Armor!"

"So that's how it is..."

On the auction stage, Doudou was also startled by this sudden turn of events, but her good professional training allowed her to quickly calm down.

Soon after, however, she received instructions passed to her by the venue master, Ning Liu, through a special method.

And that was to continue.

"Honored guests, please be quiet!"

Doudou's voice, amplified by Soul Power, drowned out the clamor in the venue.

"This auction item was obtained by the venue master of our auction house by chance. As for further details, we have no comment!"

"After the venue master personally appraised it, its contents... mm, possess very special value."

She paused, struggling to maintain a professional smile on her face.

"Now, the auction begins!"

"Starting bid... one Gold Soul Coin!"

"Pfft—"

Someone below the stage could not hold it in and burst out laughing, which immediately triggered an even wider wave of roaring laughter.

One Gold Soul Coin!

This was practically rubbing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's face into the ground!

"You... you're going too far!"

Ning Rongrong trembled all over with anger, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood.

The venue master—wasn't that Senior Brother Ning Liu? And he personally appraised it!

Didn't that mean Senior Brother had seen everything she had written in the diary?

Ah...

Ning Rongrong thought of how there were still some things in the diary... and was instantly overwhelmed with shame and fury!

She could not figure out how the other party had gotten it, but now that things had come to this, she absolutely could not let this ledger recording countless pieces of her "dark history" fall into anyone else's hands!

"One Hundred Thousand Gold Soul Coins!"

Ning Rongrong roared desperately, trying to scare everyone off with a high price.

She no longer cared about Gold Soul Coins at all. She only wanted to get that book back!

The laughter and discussion in the venue froze.

One Hundred Thousand Gold Soul Coins for a notebook?

Though the title was explosive, still...

However, there were always people who enjoyed a spectacle regardless of how big the trouble got, or whose minds were quick enough to seize an opportunity.

After all, a chance to openly tease the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was something that came once in a thousand years!

"One hundred and ten thousand gold soul coins!"

A lazy voice drifted over from some corner.

"One hundred and twenty thousand!"

Another voice followed close behind, carrying a teasing note.

Ning Rongrong whipped her head around, but she could not find where the voices were coming from. She was furious.

"You... you dare!"

"One hundred and fifty thousand!"

Someone else raised the bid, completely ignoring her threat.

In another VIP booth, Bone Douluo Gu Rong stroked his chin and made a clicking sound with his tongue.

"Fengzhi, that girl's private things have actually been brought out for auction. Interesting."

His tone was full of delight at watching the show, and the corners of his mouth split into a grin.

"That brat Ning Liu has quite the nerve. He even dares not give our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect any face."

Sword Douluo's hand paused slightly, his brows knitting together.

He had not expected the auction house to bring out something like this either.

"Rongrong is a little spoiled on normal days, but to be humiliated in public like this..."

"Sect Master, do you think we need to..."

Ning Fengzhi waved his hand.

"Let's watch for now. This girl should suffer a little lesson too, so she learns how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is."

"As for this ledger... hehe, I am somewhat curious about what is written inside as well."

In a corner of the auction house.

Xiao Wu tugged at Tang San's sleeve, her little face filled with surprise and curiosity.

"Brother, Ning Rongrong's Dark Ledger? It sounds really fun!"

Her eyes sparkled. Clearly, she was very interested in this kind of gossip.

Tang San frowned slightly.

Although he did not like Ning Rongrong's arrogance either, what the auction house was doing was indeed somewhat excessive.

"Still, this auction house really does act without any taboos."

He spoke in a low voice while secretly observing the movements inside the venue.

Inside the Field Master's Office.

Ning Liu held a cup of warm tea and leisurely watched the live situation inside the auction house.

Ning Rongrong's furious, nearly collapsing appearance was clearly displayed before his eyes.

Ding! The host's actions have triggered intense emotional fluctuations in the target figure Ning Rongrong. Collecting special energy...

The system notification rang out in his mind.

"Hahaha, there it is. That's exactly what I was waiting for you to say, system!"

Ning Liu's face immediately lit up with joy!

Last time, when he had explained the source of the pajamas to Xiao Wu, he had chosen to fabricate a comparatively gentle lie, and the final evaluation reward the system gave him had been barely satisfactory.

This time, he had chosen the most direct method, the one most capable of detonating emotions.

From the looks of it now, the effect was outstanding.

Moreover, he wanted Ning Rongrong to experience exactly what it felt like to be held in someone's grip.

As for her retaliation?

Heh heh!

Since he dared to do it, he naturally had preparations.

On the auction stage, the bidding was still continuing.

"Two hundred thousand gold soul coins!"

"Two hundred and ten thousand!"

Although the price was not high, every single increase was like a small knife slicing across Ning Rongrong's heart.

"I bid... I bid three hundred thousand!"

Ning Rongrong screamed again, her voice already carrying a sobbing tone.

Three hundred thousand gold soul coins was still money!

She spent money like water, but that did not mean she didn't know how precious it was!

How could a diary of hers possibly be worth that much?

These people weren't even trying to buy it. They just knew she had bid nine hundred thousand on that Soft Armor earlier, knew she had money, and were deliberately driving up the price to toy with her!

But she had no choice. She had to buy this thing!

"Three hundred and ten thousand."

A calm voice rang out. It was Tang San, who had been sitting in the corner with Xiao Wu earlier.

He was not interested in the account book. He merely felt that this auction house was acting strangely, and perhaps he could use the chance to test its depths.

Besides, Ning Rongrong's high-and-mighty attitude had also left him somewhat displeased.

Xiao Wu looked at Tang San in surprise.

"Brother, you..."

Tang San shook his head at her, signaling for her to stay calm.

When Ning Rongrong heard that familiar voice, her anger flared even harder.

It was him again!

It was the same person who had fought her for the Soft Armor!

"What do you mean! Are you trying to go against me too?"

Ning Rongrong screamed.

"This young lady is warning you. If you dare win this thing, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will absolutely not let you off!"

She began threatening him without thinking.

Tang San's expression remained calm.

"The rules of the auction house are that the highest bidder wins."

"If Miss Ning does not want it to fall into someone else's hands, you can simply keep raising the price."

"You!"

Ning Rongrong was so furious her vision went dark, and she nearly fainted.

She could directly bid nine hundred thousand, but if her father found out she spent money like this, would he stop giving her any money in the future...

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Three hundred and sixty thousand!"

Another unfamiliar voice joined the bidding.

"Four hundred thousand!"

The atmosphere of people following the trend and teasing her grew more and more heated. Everyone seemed to be watching a brilliant show.

And the star of the show was none other than the lofty little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Even Doudou chose the right moment to fan the flames.

"Four hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins! Is there anyone higher?"

"This is a one-of-a-kind account book!"

"Just how many unknown secrets of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess are recorded inside?"

Every word she said stabbed into Ning Rongrong's heart like a needle.

Inside the private room, Ning Rongrong slumped weakly onto the sofa, her eyes dull.

"What do I do... what do I do..."