Dai Tianfeng was looking at Ning Rongrong with a headache.
"Come play with me!"
As soon as she left Ning Fengzhi and the others, Ning Rongrong reverted to her usual "Little Demoness" persona. She haughtily ordered Dai Tianfeng, "I want to ride a horse!"
"No problem. Let me ride you, and I'll play with you."
Dai Tianfeng glanced at Ning Rongrong with interest.
He had no obligation to indulge Ning Rongrong's spoiled-young-miss temper.
Besides, Dai Tianfeng had no interest in being underneath.
He had always been the one taking the initiative!
Besides, the best way to deal with a spoiled young miss like her was not to indulge her.
As the original story showed, the more easily Ning Rongrong obtained something, the less she cared about it.
She took it for granted.
After all, she had been born with that kind of fate. Not only was she the young miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but she was also doted on by the two Super Douluo, Sword and Bone. There was nothing wrong with that.
This also gave Ning Rongrong a taste for thrills. The more she was "mistreated," the more she felt it was only natural.
Like when Flender said that everyone was stronger than Ning Rongrong-what did he mean by that?
She was a support-type Soul Master, so it was normal for her cultivation speed to be slower than Tang San and the others.
Of course, Oscar, a food-type Soul Master with rank-ten Innate Soul Power, was another matter.
Comparisons between people could scare you to death!
In terms of talent, Ning Rongrong really couldn't compare to Oscar.
Even across the whole of this era, Oscar's talent would definitely rank among the best.
But Ning Rongrong was proud by nature and had been blinded by her emotions, so naturally she hadn't thought of it that way.
"You! Just you wait, I'll go tell Grandpa Jian on you!"
Ning Rongrong had always been treated like the moon surrounded by stars in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. When had she ever been treated like this?
"Suit yourself."
Dai Tianfeng rolled his eyes.
Running off to tell on someone at the drop of a hat!
Just like a child. Wasn't she afraid people would laugh at her?
No, that wasn't right. Ning Rongrong was a child right now.
Anyway, he wasn't going to indulge her. What was she going to do about it?
She made it sound as if he didn't have a Titled Douluo elder who doted on his own!
"You, you, you! You're making me furious!"
Ning Rongrong stamped her foot in anger, but there was nothing she could do.
She was only a support-type Soul Master. Otherwise, she would have taught this guy a good lesson already.
Just then, a girl with long, fiery-red hair happened to pass by.
At the sight of her, Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she shouted, "Sister Wu!"
"Young miss."
Wu Yun's face stiffened slightly. Just my luck, she thought.
Like the others in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had suffered plenty of "persecution" at the hands of the Little Demoness Ning Rongrong.
"Help me teach him a good lesson!"
Ning Rongrong pointed at Dai Tianfeng, puffing her cheeks in anger.
"Young miss, wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
Wu Yun's gaze fell on Dai Tianfeng, and a trace of puzzlement flashed in her eyes.
She had grown up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and was certain she had never seen him before.
Could he be a new disciple?
But it didn't seem to be time for that yet!
"If you don't help me teach him a lesson, I'll tell Grandpa Wu you bullied me!"
Ning Rongrong once again used her unfailingly effective divine skill of telling on someone.
"Sorry to offend you!"
Wu Yun's expression tightened. She gave Dai Tianfeng a look, then charged straight at him.
Given her grandpa's fiery temper, he would definitely beat her first and ask questions later.
When that happened, her backside would be in trouble.
Compared to getting her backside beaten, an older child bullying a younger one was nothing.
Besides, Wu Yun wasn't going to get serious. She only needed to put on a show and fool Ning Rongrong.
"Interesting!"
Dai Tianfeng raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.
The girl looked several years older than him, but she hadn't appeared in the original story. She was probably just a passerby, so her talent was likely ordinary.
At her age, reaching the level of a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster would already be quite good.
She would make a perfect sparring partner.
"Roar!"
The next moment, a deep tiger roar sounded from within Dai Tianfeng!
His White Tiger Martial Soul possessed him in an instant.
Dai Tianfeng's body rapidly swelled, white fur covering him from head to toe. The character for "king" on his forehead looked fierce and imposing.
A pale purple Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet.
"His First Soul Ring is a thousand-year one? How is that possible!"
Wu Yun stumbled, staring at the purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring in disbelief.
"Sister Wu, what are you standing around for? It's just a Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Hurry up and catch that guy for me! I'm going to draw a turtle on his face!"
Ning Rongrong raised her little fist and urged her on from the sidelines.
"Just a Thousand-Year Soul Ring?" The corner of Wu Yun's mouth twitched.
Thousand-Year Soul Rings weren't rare, but a thousand-year first ring certainly was.
Dai Tianfeng glanced at Ning Rongrong.
This little brat actually wanted to draw a turtle on his face!
She could dream on!
To be fair, the Little Demoness Ning Rongrong was a bit willful, but she wasn't bad at heart.
If she were a villainous young miss from another novel, you'd be lucky if she didn't have someone beat you until you couldn't get out of bed.
"What are you looking at? I'm not just going to draw a turtle on your face, I'm going to write 'idiot' on it too!"
Ning Rongrong made a cute face at him. "Sister Wu, hurry up and get him!"
Wu Yun gritted her teeth and let out a low growl from her throat.
Fine crimson dragon scales spread down from her left cheek, running over her shoulder and covering her entire left arm.
Two Yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath her feet, and a searing presence instantly spread through the air.
"A fire-attribute dragon Martial Soul?" A trace of surprise flashed in Dai Tianfeng's eyes.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a Fire Dragon Martial Soul, and the surname Wu!
Why did that feel so familiar?
Wasn't that the little follower of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's young sect master ten thousand years later?
Could the girl before him be Wu Feng's ancestor?
Dai Tianfeng did have some recollection of Wu Feng.
After all, she was the first woman in the Douluo tetralogy to successfully get together with another woman.
After Wu Feng and Ning Tian went through a life-and-death trial together by jumping off a cliff during the test in Qiankun Asking Love Valley, Ning Tian was forcibly turned into a man. The two finally ended up together and probably even had children.
"Be careful!"
Wu Yun gave a sharp cry. Her First Soul Ring flashed, and a thick layer of red flame ignited around her fist.
"Come on!" Dai Tianfeng laughed and met her head-on.
"Clang!!"
Fist struck fist with a deafening bang.
Wu Yun felt an immense force hit her, numbing both her arms. She was driven back four or five steps before she stopped, her eyes full of shock!
He was clearly only a One-Ring Soul Master, and he hadn't even used the thousand-year Soul Skill she feared most. Where had he gotten such strength?
Her Martial Soul was special, so even some rank-thirty Battle Soul Masters might not be as strong as her.
Wu Yun had no way of knowing that Dai Tianfeng had taken Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue. His physical constitution was enough to rival a Three-Ring Soul Elder, or even a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor.
Still, Wu Yun was a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster. Her combat experience could hardly be called extensive, but it was better than that of a rookie like Dai Tianfeng.
After only a few exchanges, Dai Tianfeng had already suffered quite a few injuries.