"You're mistaken, old fox. I don't have a daughter."
Wu Ling overheard the conversation and immediately stepped forward to clarify.
"Uncle Old Fox, I'm not my Teacher's daughter."
Well.
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'Old fox? Uncle? Uncle Old Fox?'
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo couldn't help but chuckle at Wu Ling's blunt honesty.
Ning Fengzhi's expression stiffened. 'No, wait—you're just ignoring it? She just slandered me! And you two—stop laughing! I'm not an old fox!'
His gaze shifted to his mischievous little daughter beside him.
Sure enough, Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled with delight, as if she'd stumbled upon something thrilling—a whole new world of possibilities.
"Daddy is an old fox! Uh-huh!"
Realizing the danger, Gu Rong swiftly moved behind Ning Rongrong and clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Rongrong, although the Sect Master is indeed an old—ahem! I mean, your father isn't a fox, he's..."
Gu Rong nearly slipped up, and Ning Fengzhi's face darkened, his eyes narrowing with silent accusation.
'Seriously? A fox? Have I ever swindled or deceived you?'
"Alright, Wu Ling," Fu Ye interjected, patting her head. "Even if he is an old fox, we shouldn't say it to his face."
Wu Ling nodded earnestly. "Got it! Next time, I'll say it behind his back!"
Ning Fengzhi: "..."
"Take a seat, everyone. No need to stand on ceremony."
Without hesitation, Fu Ye plopped down, and Xiao Wu and Wu Ling promptly settled beside him.
"Sect Leader Ning—ahem—Old Fox, you should sit too. Eating while standing isn't proper."
As the meal progressed, Fu Ye, Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, and Gu Rong drank and boasted merrily. Meanwhile, Xiao Wu and Wu Ling quietly enjoyed their food.
From his chat with Sword Douluo, Fu Ye learned that Liu Erlong had gone to Tianshui Academy to visit her friend, Han Ruyan.
…
Meanwhile…
"Sisters, you're both so pretty! Are you twins?"
Once the adults were engrossed in their conversation, the little troublemaker Ning Rongrong sneaked over and plopped herself beside Wu Ling and Xiao Wu.
"You're adorable too, like a little princess," Xiao Wu replied warmly.
At ten years old, Ning Rongrong was half a head shorter than Wu Ling, her cheeks still round with baby fat.
"Hehe, thanks! I'm Ning Rongrong. What are your names?"
Despite her usual mischief, Rongrong knew when to behave—especially after witnessing her father being teased without retaliation.
"I'm Xiao Wu, and this is my disciple, Wu Ling. We're teacher and apprentice, not sisters."
Xiao Wu pinched Ning Rongrong's soft, plump cheeks without restraint, thoroughly enjoying their squishiness.
"Huh? Teacher and disciple?"
Rongrong didn't mind the playful gesture. After all, this was the first time she'd met such a stunning and kind older sister.
"Mm! Teacher Xiao Wu and Teacher Fu Ye saved me," Wu Ling chimed in.
Facing a girl her own age, Wu Ling suddenly had endless things to share. Soon, the trio chattered away like a flock of lively sparrows.
…
Half an hour later...
"Thud."
Ning Fengzhi finally succumbed to the alcohol, collapsing face-first onto the table—the first of the four to fall.
"Look at this old fox. Pathetic," Fu Ye scoffed.
"Old Bone, drag him to the sofa. We'll move him to a guest room later," Sword Douluo said, still holding his liquor steadily. Bone Douluo nodded in agreement.
"No problem! Let's keep going!"
"Gulp, gulp, gulp."
An hour later...
"Thud! Thud!"
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo toppled over one after another. Fu Ye smirked. "You all need more training."
Meanwhile...
"My martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—a support type. I'm already level 19 this year!" Ning Rongrong declared proudly.
"That's amazing! A support-type soul master advancing so fast?" Wu Ling marveled.
"Hehe, Daddy says good food fuels good cultivation. But he makes me eat these awful medicinal dishes every day." Rongrong pouted. "What's your martial soul, Wu Ling?"
Curiosity gleamed in her eyes. Even with her lax training, her progress far surpassed her peers.
"Mine's the Light and Dark Peacock. I'm a level 27 Soul Grandmaster now."
Ning Rongrong's jaw dropped.
"Level 27?! Wu Ling, you're incredible!"
She never expected the sweet girl she'd been chatting with to be such a prodigy!
"Hehe, it's all thanks to Teacher Xiao Wu and Teacher Fu Ye's guidance," Wu Ling replied humbly.
Rongrong turned to Xiao Wu, eyes wide. "Sister Xiao Wu, how strong are you? Are you a Soul Saint or higher?"
Xiao Wu grinned mischievously. "If you want to know, Rongrong, you'll have to pay a little price."
Before Rongrong could react, Xiao Wu scooped her up into a tight hug.
"Eep! Sis, you're so... bouncy."
Even the little witch couldn't help blushing as Xiao Wu's teasing flustered her.
Leaning close, Xiao Wu whispered in her ear,
"Rongrong smells just as sweet as Wu Ling."
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