Ning Fengzhi immediately pulled Ning Rongrong behind him and glared at her.
How could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School afford to offend such a Title Douluo powerhouse?
Moreover, this was a Title Douluo who had just defeated the Sword Douluo!
"Young friend, please don't take it to heart. It is my failure as a parent. After we return, I will certainly teach my daughter a lesson."
Ning Fengzhi said this, though when he looked at Qian Renxue, he nearly said "young friend" instinctively due to Qian Renxue's youthful appearance. But in the end, he suppressed those words—it wouldn't be appropriate for someone of his status to address someone like Qian Renxue as a "young friend."
In Douluo Continent, strength was everything, and the title "young friend" didn't fit anymore.
Qian Renxue had a smile on his face, and even though Ning Rongrong was confronting him, it suited Qian Renxue's intentions perfectly.
He was here to challenge all the Title Douluos, and after defeating one from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, how could he not challenge the other?
"Master Ning, you needn't worry."
"I believe Miss Rongrong is right. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is an auxiliary sect."
"If I only challenge one Title Douluo, and especially one Title Douluo without any auxiliary system Soul Masters supporting him, it wouldn't be a fair match."
"I wonder if Master Ning can give me a chance to test my strength by facing both you and your Bone Douluo at the same time?"
"In that way, I will be able to truly hone my skills."
Qian Renxue's light cyan robe fluttered in the wind as he spoke calmly, but his words struck Ning Rongrong like a bolt of lightning.
Ning Rongrong immediately peeked out from behind Ning Fengzhi, her expression filled with rage, her body trembling uncontrollably as though she were about to explode.
"No! You want to challenge my father and Grandpa Bone?!"
"Even if they join forces, not even Sword Grandpa could win. You're too arrogant!"
Before Ning Rongrong could finish speaking, Ning Fengzhi quickly pulled her behind him, furiously saying, "Rongrong! If you speak out of turn again, I will confine you for a year!"
"You won't be allowed to participate in the Soul Master Competition six months from now!"
Seeing her father truly angry, Ning Rongrong fell silent. But her heart was filled with injustice, and she shot a tearful, defiant look at Qian Renxue.
"Three days from now, I will bring Grandpa Bone to Tiandou City to find you!"
"At that time, I hope you will not hold back!"
After speaking, Qian Renxue slightly nodded and smiled at "Xue Qinghe," who had barely spoken a word the whole evening.
On one side was her brother, and on the other, the Prince who needed to be courted. Even "Xue Qinghe" had an attitude of staying out of things as much as possible.
After all, she knew her brother very well, and even against Ning Fengzhi, her brother wouldn't lose!
"In that case, little Feng, you should go back now."
"Tomorrow is not a holiday for Yuexuan, and he still has to go to class."
Qian Renxue nodded. Since his goal had been achieved, it was time to leave. He had never been too fond of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Leaving now would save him the trouble of unnecessary political maneuvering.
The lights from the Lantern Festival in Tiandou City were beginning to fade as commoners and nobles started to disperse. Qian Renxue strolled down the streets at a leisurely pace, walking at the speed of an ordinary person.
Even the nearing end of the Lantern Festival was far more interesting than Yuexuan's lessons.
"Stop!"
From a street corner, a girlish voice rang out with a hint of coquettishness. Everyone, whether pedestrians or vendors, was startled by the voice, but Qian Renxue had already anticipated it.
With his keen spiritual sense, how could Qian Renxue not notice someone was following him?
He slowed his pace, partly to enjoy the fading lights of the festival, and partly to wait for Ning Rongrong, who had found an excuse to slip away to the restroom.
Ning Rongrong appeared, wearing a light pink and white floral dress, standing out in the crowd of street vendors. She had no noble aura about her, instead, she looked like a mischievous little devil.
"Let's compare our talents!"
"I guarantee that by the time you're my age, I will surpass you and become a Title Douluo!"
Ning Rongrong clenched her teeth. Even at Shrek Academy, she only occasionally lowered her head, but never truly admitted defeat.
How could she, the little devil, bow her head to a stranger?
She wouldn't give up. Just because she couldn't win now didn't mean she wouldn't surpass him in the future.
Qian Renxue didn't even look at her, instead laughing mockingly.
"Compare talents?"
"When I was your age, I could easily defeat Title Douluo powerhouses, while you were just a little girl, crying behind your father's back."
"If not for Ning Fengzhi and the two other Title Douluos' pampering, you would be nothing but trash!"
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened. She had never expected Qian Renxue to be so disrespectful.
"You! You dare insult me!"
"You're asking for death!"
Qian Renxue's eyes grew cold, and his Shura Demon Sword martial soul was quietly released. A single glance froze Ning Rongrong in place, rendering her completely immobile.
"It's you who is seeking death! If you provoke me again, I will kill you!"
"I'm curious to see if Ning Fengzhi dares to fight me over the death of a little junior of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"
"Get lost!"
With a cold shout, Ning Rongrong was sent crashing to the ground. Her pink-white skirt unintentionally exposed her, but at that moment, she cared little about modesty.
This young man before her was far more powerful than she had ever imagined!
Yet, she still wanted to prove her talent! A brilliant light appeared around her, a seven-colored glow that dazzled brighter than the surrounding lanterns.
"I swear in the name of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, that when I reach the same age as the person who humiliated and insulted me today, I will far surpass them in Soul Power!"
"If I break this oath, I, Ning Rongrong, will serve as a servant or slave for all eternity!"
Ning Rongrong's eyes burned with determination as she made an oath, linking her very life to it. However, Qian Renxue showed no mercy.
"I don't need you to be my slave; you're not worthy."
"Furthermore, you don't have the qualifications to swear in the name of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. You will never surpass me."
"I am only fourteen years old. If you want to surpass me, then achieve Title Douluo status within a year and a half. Think carefully."
"In a year and a half, I'll either kill you, or you'll solve it with your father's forbidden spell!"
After speaking, Qian Renxue put on his mask again and flew toward the city gates.
Ning Rongrong stood frozen in place, her mouth slightly agape. Qian Renxue reached Title Douluo status at just fourteen years old?! How could such speed be described as talent?
But there was not the slightest hint of defeat in Ning Rongrong's eyes. Instead, she clenched her teeth, and an evil thought crossed her mind.
"No matter what it takes, I will surpass you!"