"Rongrong, co over here and et Brother Chen Ming. He's only 12 years old and already at level 35. He's now a student at Heaven Dou Imperial Academy. When you enroll next year, he'll be your senior. Hurry up and co greet him!"
Ning Fengzhi said this to Ning Rongrong, and upon hearing it, her eyes twinkled. She imdiately walked over to Chen Ming with a cheerful smile.
"Hello, Brother Chen Ming. I'm Ning Rongrong, 10 years old, a level 23 Auxiliary Soul Master. Please take care of !"
Ning Rongrong was a little princess—a mischievous yet lovable girl. She was sweet and adorable but carried a hint of pride and willfulness. It could be said that she inherited most of her father Ning Fengzhi's characteristics.
At this mont, under her father's guidance, Ning Rongrong was acting perfectly. She gave the impression of being a very cute little girl.
"Hello, Miss Ning Rongrong. I'm Chen Ming. Please take care of as well."
Looking at the "Little Witch" from the original story, Chen Ming greeted her with a polite smile, but his mind wandered elsewhere.
In the original story, Ning Rongrong started as a character with her personality. However, as the story progressed, she gradually turned into a re background character—a buff machine for the team, entirely devoted to Tang San. Her role as Oscar's lover seed secondary to her obsession with Tang San.
By the end of the first series, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo sacrificed their lives to retrieve Tang San's body, ultimately being killed by Bibi Dong in the process. Their fates were tragic—Sword Douluo's sword shattered, and Bone Douluo's body was crushed. Yet, at that ti, Ning Rongrong didn't seem saddened. Instead, when Tang San was resurrected, she cheerfully discussed marriage, as though Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were re strangers to her.
Only Ning Fengzhi grieved, his hair turning white overnight as he silently collected the bodies of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
One might argue that Ning Rongrong wasn't sad because she had a Martial Soul Fusion ability that could soday resurrect them. But even after ascending to the Divine Realm later, Ning Rongrong never revived the two elders who had cared for her deeply.
In the second series, Ning Rongrong outright beca a villain. In the Yin Yang Love Querying Valley, she rcilessly tortured the descendants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, showing no restraint.
In short, Ning Rongrong's character eventually beca nothing more than a plot device. Without Ning Rongrong's help, Tang San would have faced far more challenges and might not have survived to gain the Seven Treasure Resurrection Light skill that saved him later.
Sigh.
What could he say? Chen Ming could only attribute all of this to the errors of the world's consciousness. After all, in the original tiline, everything revolved around the protagonist, Tang San.
But now that he was here, Chen Ming had no intention of becoming Tang San's lackey. If he wanted to ascend to godhood, he would inevitably stand in opposition to Tang San.
Now that the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was in his possession and he had planted seeds of chaos within Shrek Academy, he certainly couldn't allow Ning Rongrong to aid Tang San in any way.
Maintaining his smile and showing no unusual expressions, Chen Ming greeted Ning Rongrong while ntally strategizing his next moves.
Ning Rongrong sat beside Ning Fengzhi, her posture proper and her manners impeccable—completely different from her earlier playful behavior with her father. Even from a noble perspective, she was conducting herself perfectly, living up to her status as the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
As Ning Fengzhi and Chen Ming exchanged polite conversation, Ning Rongrong found herself staring at Chen Ming's face, slightly lost in thought.
After experiencing nurous fortuitous encounters, Chen Ming's body had already reached a state of near perfection. His physique and facial features now embodied the pinnacle of masculine beauty.
Logically, Ning Rongrong considered herself soone who didn't care about appearances. But after staring at Chen Ming for a while, she realized that she wasn't indifferent to looks—it was just that she had never seen soone this attractive before.
A 12-year-old, level 35, top-tier—no, super-tier genius. Such talent and appearance were practically unheard of on the Douluo Continent.
Watching the interaction between Chen Ming and Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong suddenly found herself intrigued by this young man, who was rumored to be Poison Douluo's grandson-in-law.
At that mont, the second-to-last auction item, a Purple Source Fruit, was sold to Sword Douluo for 16.5 million gold soul coins. The final auction item was then brought onstage.
Everyone in the venue, including Chen Ming, instinctively paused their actions and turned their attention to the final item.
"A 7,000-year-old Poison Fang Leopard right arm bone. Skill: Venomous Fangs. Starting bid: 10 million gold soul coins, with minimum incrents of 100,000 gold soul coins. The bidding starts now!"
The final item was indeed a soul bone. Although it was only from a mid-tier soul beast, the Poison Fang Leopard, a thousand-year soul bone was still an extraordinarily rare and valuable treasure for any soul master.
Ning Fengzhi observed Chen Ming's expression, expecting him to show so greed or desire for the soul bone, as it matched his attributes.
However, upon closer inspection, Ning Fengzhi noticed a fleeting look of disdain on Chen Ming's face after the soul bone was introduced. It was as if the item on stage wasn't worthy of his attention.
Ning Fengzhi's heart stirred, and he probed cautiously, "Xiao Ming, did you co to this auction for this soul bone? If you need it, I can bid on it and gift it to you as a eting gift. How about that?"
Ning Fengzhi's wealth was imnse. Even if it ant spending tens of millions of gold soul coins on soone else, he wouldn't bat an eye. As long as Chen Ming expressed interest, Ning Fengzhi would gladly purchase the soul bone and present it to him as a gift.
Hearing Ning Fengzhi's offer, Chen Ming shook his head, no longer hiding his disdain.
"Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Ning, but I don't need it. A thousand-year soul bone is of poor quality, and replacing soul bones later is too costly. While absorbing it now might bring temporary gains, it would only beco a burden in the future."
"When I grow stronger, I will naturally seek out soul bones that suit ."
"Oh? Xiao Ming, then why did you attend this auction?" Ning Fengzhi's expression remained unchanged, but his opinion of Chen Ming wavered. He couldn't tell whether this boy was simply arrogant or truly confident in his future potential.
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