Chapter 112 Xiao Wu and Rong Rong's Regret
Ning Fengzhi suppressed his smile, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and his expression returned to that of a sect leader.
"Since we can't figure out the extent of the problem, let's not rush things."
Ning Fengzhi took a sip of warm tea and looked out the window at the deep night.
"That young man is indeed suitable, but the matter of marriage ultimately depends on Rongrong's wishes. If that girl doesn't accept it at all, then we can take a step back and only talk about the business of martial soul evolution, treating him as an ordinary business partner."
Bone Douluo Gu Rong nodded in deep agreement, his usually cold eyes now showing a hint of affection:
"Of course. Our precious Rongrong can't be wronged in the slightest. If Rongrong doesn't like it, we will never force her."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin gradually recovered from the frustration of being "mistaken for a food deliveryman".
He brushed his snow-white hair aside. Since the "apprenticeship" was not going to work out, it was indeed time to let the right person come back and take a look.
"Since that's the case, let nature take its course."
Chen Xin suddenly stood up, the faint sword energy around him instantly receding into his body, and his tone became more urgent.
"Talking nonsense here is useless. I'll go visit Rongrong tomorrow. It's been so long, I miss her terribly."
Tian Dou City, formerly known as Blue Tyrant Academy, has now been officially renamed "Shrek Academy".
In the early morning, the air still carried a refreshing coolness.
On the stone steps beside the playground, two slender figures sat side by side, the morning sunlight outlining their graceful yet slightly lonely figures.
"well--"
Ning Rongrong sighed softly, kicking a pebble at her feet listlessly, watching it roll rapidly on the bluestone slab before disappearing into the grass.
"Rongrong, you've sighed eight times this morning. What's been bothering you lately?"
Xiao Wu rested her chin on her hands, her long scorpion braid hanging down her chest, and she exhaled a breath of stale air.
Ning Rongrong's slender fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, but the image of Ye Liuyun's departing figure involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
A wave of regret washed over her:
Did I say something too harsh that day?
What if he's too embarrassed to ask to come back because of what I said in anger?
Time is supposed to be the best medicine to heal regrets, but as the calendar pages turned, the feeling of "regret" in her heart grew wildly like weeds.
"nothing."
Ning Rongrong composed herself, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and turned to look at the person beside her.
"But you, Xiao Wu, what are you sighing about again?"
Xiao Wu stared blankly at the distant playground, a self-deprecating smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
She regretted it.
I used to think that loving someone meant generously supporting them to go out and pursue their freedom.
They talk a good game but sing a bad game.
But when that person disappeared from sight, the emptiness that spread from the depths of her chest almost overwhelmed her.
Screw "If you like someone, you should let them go"!
If she could do it all over again, she would definitely hold onto his sleeve tightly, even if it meant begging and pleading, just to keep him by her side.
"It's nothing," Xiao Wu said, her voice muffled as she lowered her eyes.
But in the blink of an eye, Xiao Wu suddenly stood up, looking refreshed.
"We cannot slack off."
She had clearly decided to work hard at cultivating.
She wants to become the strongest among the Shrek Seven Devils.
Just then, a steady footstep came from the end of the corridor.
"Everyone, assemble!"
Yu Xiaogang walked into the playground with his hands behind his back and a stiff expression.
Behind him, Tang San, Dai Mubai, and others arrived one after another, and the seventh person was replaced by Titan's grandson, Tai Long.
"Today's training subject: still the seven-in-one fusion technique."
"This is our most treasured skill, and we must practice it until it's perfect."
Ning Rongrong's little face was full of resistance.
"Ever since the master saw this move elsewhere, he's been obsessed with making us practice it to the death. But our attributes are worlds apart; can we really succeed in forcibly merging them?"
Xiao Wu stood to the side, her expression unusually serious.
Since Ye Liuyun left without saying goodbye, her once playful heart seemed to have been struck by frost and quickly matured.
She finally understood that revenge was something she couldn't rely on others for.
Recalling the time she wasted in Notting, relying on her talent, she felt a strong sense of shame.
She originally harbored a thought: if she could master this seven-in-one technique, she could return to the Star Dou Great Forest and unleash it together with Da Ming and Er Ming, perhaps making it her ultimate trump card to avenge herself against Bibi Dong.
But the harsh reality shattered her confidence time and time again. It was just an ordinary move; she had only given her soul power to someone else. How could such a move possibly be effective against Bibi Dong?
Xiao Wu murmured softly, her brows furrowed with weariness.
"This kind of forced combination is indeed not as effective as meditating and cultivating soul power."
Yu Xiaogang strode up to the two men, his tone filled with unwavering fervor.
"Cheer up!"
"Nothing is impossible in the world of Soul Masters! As long as your teamwork reaches the level of soul resonance, the gap in attributes can definitely be bridged. Stand up and continue!"
Ning Rongrong pursed her lips helplessly, and an extremely terrifying and sharp sword intent suddenly swept in from the direction of the academy gate!
"Buzz—!"
The chaotic soul energy in the air was instantly suppressed by this domineering sword intent.
The once noisy playground instantly fell into dead silence.
Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they subconsciously released their martial souls.
Two figures walked steadily in the morning light.
The middle-aged man leading the group was dressed in pristine white, and his refined features exuded an air of nobility that commanded the world.
Behind him, the silver-haired old man stood with his hands behind his back. Even without making any movement, the faint sword energy emanating from his body caused everyone present to feel a stinging pain on their skin.
"Dad? Grandpa Jian!"
Ning Rongrong's dejected appearance vanished instantly, her eyes lit up, and she rushed over like a joyful little deer, her voice full of surprise.
The moment Ning Fengzhi saw his daughter, his face immediately lit up with a doting smile.
Upon seeing Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo arrive in person, Flander and Yu Xiaogang, who were originally in the center of the training ground, exchanged a glance, their expressions instantly turning solemn, and hurriedly stepped forward.
Flanders bowed slightly, his tone revealing genuine reverence.
This is the leader of the three upper sects, one of the most powerful men.
"Greetings, Sect Master Ning. Greetings, Senior Sword Douluo."
Ning Fengzhi returned the greeting gracefully, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze, instantly easing the tense atmosphere in the room.
"Dean Flander, you're too kind. And Master, I've long admired your name."
"My daughter is naughty and has caused you all trouble during this time."
"dad!"
Ning Rongrong had already thrown herself into Ning Fengzhi's arms.
Ning Fengzhi affectionately stroked his daughter's hair, his gaze carefully lingering on the spirited young woman's face, and asked gently:
"How are you doing here? Have you been mistreated?"
Ning Rongrong lifted her head from her father's arms, forcing a bright and resilient smile:
"After venturing out into the world, I discovered that it's quite interesting. Dad, I've become much stronger; I'm no longer that spoiled princess who only throws tantrums at home."
Ning Fengzhi took his daughter's hand and tentatively asked, half-jokingly:
"Now that you've become stronger, would you like to go home with Dad and visit?"
"Perfect timing... A remarkable young talent has arrived at our sect. He's about your age, and his talent is unparalleled in the world. I'd like to introduce you two."
Upon hearing this, Oscar, who had been standing not far away, turned deathly pale.
He clenched his fists instinctively, and his eyes dimmed.
He knew better than anyone that the gap between his social status and Rongrong's background was too great.
Ning Rongrong frowned. She hadn't been opposed to political marriages before, because it was the responsibility of the heir to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but now a strange sense of irritation welled up inside her.
"Never mind, Dad."
Ning Rongrong's smile faded, and her eyes became unusually firm.
"Right now, I don't want to think about anything but to cultivate diligently and win the National Advanced Soul Master Competition with my Shrek friends."
Ning Fengzhi was slightly taken aback, raising an eyebrow in surprise:
"Oh? You have absolutely no thoughts? You're going to get married eventually. That young man is truly outstanding, even your Grandpa Jian..."
"Let's talk about it when I'm older."
Ning Rongrong interrupted her father directly, took Ning Fengzhi's arm, and shook it coquettishly.
"I want to spend a few more years with my dad. Besides, we're busy honing some really advanced skills here, everyone's working so hard, how can I leave now? I'm not going back."
Ning Fengzhi patted Ning Rongrong's head again, feeling a pang of regret. This young man was truly remarkable.
"Alright, since you're so ambitious, Dad will support you."
"Then stay at Shrek Academy and work hard. Dad is waiting to see you shine on the field."
"By the way, what particularly powerful skills are you practicing? Can I see them?"
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