Chapter 10: Rongrong Is in Your Hands
In the residential area for worshippers, there was a small building exclusively for Sword Douluo.
On the second floor, there was a simulated training ground—the Sword Pond.
"Jian'er, are you honing your Spirit again?"
Sword Douluo stood at the door and asked in surprise, "Weren't you telling Rongrong a story?"
Clank, clank, clank...
In the center of the Sword Pond, countless sword shadows merged into Qin Jian's body and continued to radiate outward, forming a continuous cycle.
He heard the sound at the door and opened his eyes slightly, a flicker of sword shadow flashing past.
"Teacher, she's still young, and this is the most important time to lay the foundation. She can't spend most of her time listening to stories..."
He smiled and said, "So I sent her to practice."
"Rongrong is actually willing to listen to you now?" Sword Douluo raised his eyebrows.
Qin Jian shrugged. "If she doesn't listen, I won't tell her stories at night."
Sword Douluo was both amused and annoyed but still gave him a thumbs-up. "You little guy really have a way. The Sect Master, Elder Gu and I can't do anything with her."
Obviously, you've spoiled her too much...
Qin Jian curled his lips but didn't say more. Instead, he asked, "Teacher, what's the one-year tacit training like?"
"That..."
Sword Douluo still stood at the door, leaning against it. "That is the largest simulated training ground of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. For the entire year, the thirty-two groups will be completely isolated, each placed in a separate mimicry environment. The weather and terrain will change every month..."
"What kind of weather and terrain?" Qin Jian asked curiously.
Sword Douluo raised his left eyebrow slightly. "Weather like torrential rain, strong winds, lightning and thunder, heavy snow, extreme heat and cold..."
Qin Jian's face twitched. "So harsh..."
"That's not all..."
Sword Douluo raised his other eyebrow. "The terrain will also vary—forests, oceans, mountains, deserts..."
Qin Jian covered his face. "This is torture! Anything else?"
Sword Douluo nodded as if it was expected. "Nature won't let you down. In addition to weather and terrain, there will also be natural disasters midway through—like mountain torrents, volcanoes, avalanches, earthquakes..."
Before he could finish, Qin Jian interjected sincerely, "Teacher, I think the Sword Pond is still best for tempering my martial skills. I won't go to the tacit understanding training..."
"You don't care about Rongrong?"
Sword Douluo squinted at him.
"Teacher, I think Gu Yue is thick-skinned and very suitable for this training," Qin Jian said seriously.
"Then you don't want to improve your Spirit power?"
Sword Douluo continued to squint.
"It's only a one-year delay, it's no big deal." Qin Jian looked calm.
Sword Douluo sighed and took out two exquisite wrist guards. "Teacher had prepared all the tools for you, including these two Soul Tools, with over ten cubic meters of storage space. Looks like it's wasted. I'll give them to Rongrong..."
He turned to leave, seemingly about to hand them over to Ning Rongrong.
But in the next moment, Qin Jian appeared at the door, accurately snatching the metal wrist guards with both hands. "Don't, Teacher! I'll never let your efforts go to waste. I'll go to the tacit understanding training!"
Sword Douluo turned and knocked on his forehead. "Such a faker."
"Hehe, thank you Teacher," Qin Jian looked up and smiled.
Sword Douluo patted his little head and said, "This year is not just to build your mutual understanding—it's also to temper the little witch Rongrong's nature."
"She's the Sect Master's daughter. She can't be this willful forever. We hope she can mature through this training..."
Sword Douluo looked down at Qin Jian. "So don't protect her too much. She must endure necessary hardships. The Sect Master and I will watch from outside. We won't let you fall into despair."
Qin Jian nodded.
A few days passed quickly.
The sun was bright and the breeze mild—it was the day to enter the sect's mimicry training ground.
At the entrance, many people had already gathered.
Each youth was accompanied by an elder, offering last-minute instructions.
Especially Ning Rongrong—Ning Fengzhi held her little hand and was reluctant to let go.
"Dad, it's fine. I'm just going to live there for a while. If you miss Rongrong, you can come in to see me!" Ning Rongrong said with a smile.
Ning Fengzhi's gentle face showed a trace of heartache and reluctance, but he nodded. "Alright, if Dad misses you, he'll come visit."
"Yeah!"
Ning Rongrong nodded repeatedly.
On the side, Qin Jian saw this scene and whispered to Sword Douluo, "Teacher, doesn't Rongrong know what's coming this year?"
"She doesn't yet..."
Sword Douluo looked equally troubled. "If she knew, she definitely wouldn't go in. Once she cries and throws a tantrum, no one can stop her..."
Qin Jian's mouth twitched. "It's easy for you to trick her in. I'm the one who'll have to face her tantrums later..."
"Quiet, they're coming. Don't slip up," Sword Douluo whispered.
Qin Jian looked up and saw Ning Fengzhi walking over with Ning Rongrong, holding her hand.
"Qin Jian, I entrust Rongrong to you for the next year. You must protect her well."
Ning Fengzhi leaned forward slightly and placed Ning Rongrong's small hand into Qin Jian's.
"Ah..."
Caught off guard by Qin Jian's touch, Ning Rongrong blushed but didn't notice the eye contact between her father and Qin Jian.
"Master, please rest assured. With me here, she'll be fine."
With that silent exchange, the two—one adult and one child—completed the handover.
"Boom!"
With a loud rumble, the simulated training ground officially opened.
Pairs of young boys and girls walked in and vanished from sight one after another.
"Rongrong, let's go in too." Qin Jian tightened the small hand in his right hand.
"Okay..."
Ning Rongrong replied cheerfully and turned to wave. "I'm going in! Bye, Dad! Bye, Grandpa Sword!"
Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi raised their right hands in unison and waved: "Goodbye, Rongrong!"
"Buzz!"
With a soft hum, Qin Jian took Ning Rongrong's hand and walked in, disappearing deep into the training grounds...
"Hoo..."
Ning Fengzhi let out a long breath. "Finally, I got the little girl inside."
"I wonder what she'll do after she finds out the truth," Sword Douluo mused.
"We can observe from outside..."
Ning Fengzhi said, "I hope a year of this will help her mature a bit. As long as she comes out more sensible, I'll be satisfied."
Sword Douluo said, "It's not easy to get out once you're in. Let's wait and see..."
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