424: Chapter 424 Rongrong only listens to her husband

"Daddy, I stewed some soup for you both. You must try it."

"Rongrong, did you do something wrong again?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned, an inexplicable sense of foreboding washing over him.

Ning Rongrong cooking in person? That's preposterous.

He would rather believe he could reach a Breakthrough to level eighty than believe she would set foot in the kitchen.

"Daddy, the way you're talking... it's like Rongrong is completely useless."

Ning Rongrong pouted, her face showing just the right amount of grievance.

"Fengzhi, look at how you're speaking. Why would you doubt anything Rongrong makes? Come, let me see how Rongrong's cooking turned out."

Bone Douluo strode over to the dining table, and Ning Rongrong said excitedly, "Bone Grandpa is the best... unlike Daddy..."

"Rongrong, I was just a bit surprised... Come, let me also taste the handiwork of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's little princess."

"That's more like it... Daddy, let me serve you... I cooked a huge bucket today... specifically to give the Sect members an extra meal. I saw how much they enjoyed eating it..."

Ning Fengzhi took the bowl Ning Rongrong handed him and asked uncertainly, "Rongrong, are you sure there's nothing else going on today?"

"...Hmph... Eat it or don't."

Ning Rongrong huffed and reached to take the bowl back, but Ning Fengzhi stopped her with a smile.

He took a sip; it was savory and light, and her cooking was actually better than he had imagined.

"Rongrong, why aren't you eating?"

"This is all prepared for Bone Grandpa and Daddy. Rongrong won't allow anyone else to eat it; you must finish it all."

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo were all smiles, eating without any suspicion.

"Oh right, Daddy, why haven't I seen those two titled experts?"

"Oh, they have been invited by Prince Xue Xing these past few days. Prince Xue Xing wants them to try and treat Emperor Xue Ye... However, in my opinion, Emperor Xue Ye is already terminally ill. Even people from Sea God Island might not be able to save him..."

"So that's how it is. That's a real pity."

"Rongrong, what's a pity?" Bone Douluo asked, puzzled.

"Daddy, Bone Grandpa, why must we be enemies with Spirit Hall?"

"Hmm? Rongrong, why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

"Bone Grandpa, actually I was thinking, we are a support Sect. If we could change our way of thinking and merge into Spirit Hall, those Elders of Spirit Hall would definitely need us. Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Spirit is very powerful; we can support anyone. We could even become friends with the Elders of Spirit Hall, and even the people below in the Sect could gain quite a lot of status."

"Rongrong, you must not have such thoughts. Spirit Hall opposes our Sect at every turn and views us as a thorn in their side. They have always wanted to unify the continent and wage war, showing no regard for human life. My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will never allow such an evil force to harm the continent. Furthermore, they killed Uncle Jian; not avenging this would be ungentlemanly."

"That's right, Rongrong. You are the future Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. As the successor, you must also be prepared."

"But Daddy, the Saint is actually really fun. Do you know, Daddy, I asked the Saint for a child, and he was even willing to give me one."

"???" Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo's minds went blank.

They completely didn't understand what Ning Rongrong was saying.

"Rongrong, what child?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

"Of course, a child between me and the Saint."

Ning Rongrong suddenly stood up and touched her lower abdomen: "It's a pity. Even though we've done it many times, half a month has passed and there doesn't seem to be any reaction. I can only wait to work harder next time."

"Bone Grandpa, Daddy, tell me, how outstanding would a child of the Saint be?"

"I think at the very worst, it wouldn't be lower than Innate level nine."

The chopsticks in Ning Fengzhi's hand clattered to the floor.

He looked at Ning Rongrong with a strange expression.

What was she saying? He recognized every word, but put together, he couldn't understand it at all.

"Rongrong, what is wrong with you?"

"You want to bear a child for the Holy Son of Spirit Hall?"

Bone Douluo asked uncertainly.

If it weren't for Ning Fengzhi's reaction, he would have suspected that he was old and his ears were failing him.

"Yes, Ah Yin is already pregnant, and that Bibi Dong is too... Tang Yuehua is also anxious..."

Every sentence Ning Rongrong spoke made Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo's expressions turn uglier.

What did they just hear? Tang Yuehua is pregnant? Bibi Dong? Bibi Dong's child is Su Wen's? This, this...

Rongrong actually wants to bear his child too?

Ning Fengzhi felt his head spinning.

He suspected that the person in front of him wasn't Ning Rongrong, and specifically used his eyes to ask Bone Douluo.

"Wham!" Ning Fengzhi slammed his hand on the table, furious: "Ning Rongrong, do you know what you are saying?"

"I know. Is it wrong for me to want to bear the Saint's child?"

Ning Rongrong crossed her arms over her chest.

"You, you, you... What has the Holy Son of Spirit Hall done? Have you forgotten?"

"I know, that's why I need to atone for my sins, so that the Saint won't have Life Qi..."

"You rebellious daughter!"

Ning Fengzhi was so angry his face flushed red, and he was panting like a bull.

He never, ever imagined that his precious daughter would actually like Su Wen.

And to such a point of infatuation.

"Hum!" Bone Douluo slammed his hand on the table, and terrifying Soul Power shattered the table into pieces, along with the tableware on top, which broke into bits.

"Rongrong, return to your room immediately. We can pretend we heard nothing. From now on, you are not allowed to mention Su Wen again."

"It's too late. He is already Rongrong's husband. I must listen to my husband, not you."

Ning Rongrong straightened her dress, then turned and prepared to leave.

Bone Douluo felt his heart ache so much he couldn't breathe; his most beloved Ning Rongrong would actually say such things.

He was just about to make a move to confine her to the room when he suddenly noticed something wrong with Ning Fengzhi.

His face was flushed red, his breathing was rapid, and there was a dense layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Fengzhi, what's wrong with you?"

"Not good, there's poison."

Bone Douluo was shocked.

Ning Rongrong actually poisoned them.

Just as Bone Douluo prepared to circulate his Soul Power to check on Ning Fengzhi's condition, he felt himself getting very hot.

Bone Douluo realized that he had also been hit.

"Rongrong, you underestimate a Titled Douluo too much. How could I... hmm, that's not right, this isn't regular poison..."

Bone Douluo quickly sat down, wanting to drive his Soul Power to expel the toxin, but he had drunk too much, and it had already entered his system, making it extremely difficult to expel.

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi was the first to lose control and lunged at Bone Douluo.

"Click!" Ning Rongrong locked the door of the room, then brushed the non-existent dust off her hands.

"My husband said that using poison on you might not necessarily work, but using a different kind of poison would definitely be effective."

"Rongrong is doing this for your own good too."

"Rongrong is going to welcome my husband now."

"You two can just stay in here and expend your energy."

"That way, it will be easier for my husband to beat you later."

Ning Rongrong lifted her little skirt and turned to leave, taking happy, dainty steps.