บท 268: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School (3)
A timid and elegant middle aged man stepped into the hall accompanied by a white dressed old man. If Tang San and Xiao Wu had been here now they would certainly have recognized him, precisely the person they met before at the auction house, that even prince Xue Xing didn't dare provoke.
And this man was also Ning Rongrong's father, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's master, enjoying the name of the Continent's foremost Support Spirit Master, Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi looked at his daughter and hurriedly walked forward,
"Silly girl, what are you doing with your back to daddy. It's been a year. Daddy missed you so much!"
Ning Rongrong turned around sharply,
"Missed me? It would be a wonder if you didn't long for me to be away from home."
Ning Fengzhi seeing his seething daughter couldn't help but inwardly feel his heart fall. First sitting down on the sofa he held out a hand to pull over his daughter, but didn't expect Ning Rongrong to turn around and dodge away.
Not catching his daughter startled Ning Fengzhi. Even though he was an auxiliary system Spirit Master, reaching an enormous spirit power of more than the seventieth rank still had powerful transforming effect on his body, making him much stronger than ordinary people.
Ning Rongrong had inherited his spirit and was also auxiliary system. Even though he was only grabbing in passing, he still didn't move slowly, but he had actually been easily dodged by his daughter.
Ning Rongrong wasn't aware of her father's shock and directly turned to that white dressed old man, throwing herself into his arms,
"Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Sword, I've missed you to death. Wuuu..."
Meeting her family again after a long time, Ning Rongrong was after all a young girl. Moved, she immediately started to cry.
The white dressed old man hastily drew her into a tight embrace,
"Good girl, my little darling, you've come back, grandpa Sword also missed you! Missed you desperately."
Ning Rongrong raised her head,
"Really?"
The white dressed old man firmly said:
"Of course really, if you don't believe me just ask your grandpa Bone."
Ning Rongrong blinked her clear big eyes,
"But, just now grandpa Bone told me, he missed me a little bit more than you."
"Bullshit."
The white dressed old man didn't give the wizened old man a bit of face,
"Clearly I missed you more."
"You're bullshitting."
The wizened old man suddenly stood up from the sofa. His terrifying height approached two meters fifty, and with his hoarse voice he seemed even more frightful.
"Not convinced? Let's go, we'll find somewhere to settle it."
The white dressed old man stuck out his chest, glaring fearlessly.
"Alright, alright. Uncle Sword, uncle Bone, you've fought for a lifetime. Rongrong just got back, just let it go today."
Ning Fengzhi helplessly looked at the two old men in front of him.
"Hmph."
The white clothed old man and wizened old man snorted practically simultaneously. None of them looked at each other, and both their gazes fell on Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong's eyes were big and round:
"I have a way to prove which grandpa missed me the most."
Ning Fengzhi clapped a hand on his forehead. A little she-devil was after all a little she-devil, the place was lively as soon as she was back. He couldn't help saying:
"Rongrong, don't be irresponsible."
Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue at her father, she was clearly not a bit afraid of her dad. Otherwise, she wouldn't be called the little she-devil in the first place,
"You didn't miss me, and you won't even let the grandpas miss me! I've run back from far away and you're not home. Grandpas, like this, both of you give Rongrong a present, and the one whose gift Rongrong likes the most is the one who missed Rongrong the most."
"Eh..."
The two old men looked face to face, inwardly simultaneously recalling how they'd been maneuvered.
Ning Fengzhi restrained a smile and said:
"Alright Rongrong, come here quickly. Let daddy have a look at you. Who said daddy didn't miss you? Daddy's prepared a present for you, but if you're not a good girl you can't have it."
"A present? What is it?"
Hearing the word 'present', Ning Rongrong was clearly interested at once and ran over in front of her father.
Ning Fengzhi calmly raised his hand to pull in his daughter, but who could have expected that Ning Rongrong would turn around again dodging his hand. Pouting she said:
"The present first, otherwise no hug."
This time it wasn't just Ning Fengzhi who was startled, the two old men both couldn't help but look at each other in shock.
Because of the special nature of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, even a Title Douluo couldn't see how much spirit power she had.
Ning Fengzhi's heart twitched, and he asked:
"Rongrong, first tell daddy your spirit power rank. If you've made progress, daddy can give you the present."
Hearing her father ask about her spirit power, Ning Rongrong immediately straightened with pride,
"Daddy, my natural talent is even better than yours. I haven't been goofing off this year. My spirit power didn't rise that much, just a tolerable ten ranks."
"So little. Rongrong, you must work hard, hold on, how much did you say?"
Ning Fengzhi knew his daughter only too well. From childhood what she disliked the most was cultivation. Even though she had talent, she always had to be forced to train for a moment in exchange for all sorts of benefits.
As he became aware that Ning Rongrong said 'ten ranks', his expression was disbelieving.
Ning Rongrong blinked with her big eyes, and very innocently looked at her father,
"I said ten ranks! It's really not much, but I worked hard."
Ning Fengzhi's voice had changed slightly,
"Ten ranks? When you left you had twenty-seven ranks. Then you're saying you're already ranked thirty-seven? You wouldn't lie to daddy."
Ning Rongrong said:
"Bad daddy, not believing others. Even if Rongrong was a bit naughty before, I would never lie. If you don't believe it, let grandpas have a look."
While speaking, she directly ran over in front of the white-dressed old man, holding out her little hand.
The white-dressed old man grabbed Ning Rongrong's hand, and after a little while his expression turned to surprise,
"Fengzhi, it's true. This girl's spirit power has reached the thirty-seventh rank. This really is too inconceivable. I've never heard of someone that could gain ten ranks of spirit power in one year. Even that kid called the youngest Spirit Master ever couldn't do it. Don't tell me our Rongrong really is a genius. Or is that Shrek Academy so awesome?"
Ning Rongrong curiously said:
"Grandpa Sword, how did you know I went to Shrek Academy?"
The white-dressed old man said:
"How couldn't I know? You're the darling treasure of our hearts. Your daddy has always grasped your whereabouts."
Ning Fengzhi's expression had turned serious. Both he and the two clan guests before him clearly understood the process of Spirit Master cultivation.
A Spirit Master who wanted to increase cultivation had to do it step by step. Doing it too impetuously would lead to life-threatening danger.
The Spirit Master world also had a kind of nefarious cultivation method, trading one's own vitality for increased cultivation speed. He in no way wished for his daughter to be taught that kind of cultivation method at Shrek Academy.
If that was the case...
Thinking of this, there was deadly energy in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.
The white-dressed old man and the wizened old man clearly also thought of this possibility. Their expressions dropped simultaneously.
Ning Rongrong looked at the two grandpas, looked again at her father, and somewhat baffled said:
"What's going on with you? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Ning Fengzhi stood up, walking over to his daughter,
"Rongrong, immediately tell us everything about cultivating at Shrek Academy over this past year, you can't omit anything. I want to know how you could improve this quickly."
If his daughter had truly cultivated with that nefarious method, it was after all only for one year. As the leading scholar of auxiliary system Spirit Masters, there might still be a way to revert it.
Ning Rongrong baffled looked at her father,
"Daddy, is something wrong? I've cultivated properly. You call me lazy, but I've gained this much spirit power now, so why are you so nervous?"
Ning Fengzhi grimly said:
"I'm afraid you might've taken the wrong step. Daddy isn't joking with you. Quickly tell me your entire cultivation process."
Even though Ning Rongrong ordinarily didn't fear her father, when Ning Fengzhi was truly serious she was still scared,
"Originally I secretly ran away to Shrek Academy. After enrolling I discovered I was actually the weakest one."
Ning Rongrong immediately began to talk about everything that happened since entering Shrek Academy, giving an account of her cultivation process at Shrek Academy. Regarding the Shrek Seven Devils, she simply described them in a few sentences.
When Ning Rongrong talked about how the other Shrek Seven Devils excluded her at first, the wizened old man to the side couldn't help saying:
"Rongrong, are you sure you didn't make a mistake, were those children with you there all stronger than you?"
Ning Rongrong giggled, saying:
"I knew you wouldn't believe me. Our dean Flender has a saying, Shrek Academy only accepts monsters, not ordinary people. He calls us little monsters."
The white-dressed old man said:
"If it's really like you say, then those little monsters of yours really are little monsters. Shrek Academy indeed deserves its reputation. But even like this, I can't believe he could teach you to cultivate ten ranks of spirit power in one year."
Ning Rongrong said:
"Just listen…... "
She talked about Grandmaster coming to Shrek Academy and starting to advance their training. Listening to her description, Ning Fengzhi and the two old men gradually displayed expressions of sudden understanding. At the same time, they couldn't help feeling inwardly admiring.
Ning Rongrong spoke up about entering the new Shrek Academy to cultivate,
"... Two months ago. After I reached the thirtieth rank, with the teachers' help I obtained my third spirit ring."
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