Chapter 401: Ning Rongrong Wants Children, She Is Acting Very Strange
Chapter 401: Ning Rongrong Wants Children, She Is Acting Very Strange
The room was so quiet that one could hear the sound of leaves falling outside the window.
There was no color left on Ning Rongrong’s face.
She grew up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the two Titled Douluo, Grandpa Sword and Bone Grandpa, were the ceiling of combat power in her understanding.
Sword DouluoChen Xin could sever mountains and rivers with a single sword strike.
Bone DouluoGu Rong had unparalleled defense.
With these two standing there, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had the confidence to challenge any force.
But now Lin Qingmo told her that Spirit Hall alone had over a dozen Titled Douluo.
Over a dozen.
Not a dozen Spirit Saints, not a dozen Spirit Douluo, but a dozen Titled Douluo!
This magnitude of crushing superiority was a gap that could no longer be bridged by tactics or fighting Spirit.
"More than ten Titled Douluo... what kind of concept is that?"
Ning Rongrong muttered in a daze, her fingers subconsciously gripping her skirt.
"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has Grandpa Sword and Bone Grandpa, which is already a very strong setup."
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan only has one, and the Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire don’t even have Titled Douluo sitting in command on the surface."
"Yet Spirit Hall has over a dozen Titled Douluo... How is this possible..."
As she said this, her voice cut off on its own.
"Correct."
Lin Qingmo mercilessly dealt another blow: "Two from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Clear Sky Sect is in seclusion, plus the independent Spirit MasterDugu Bo and my master Eastern Emperor Douluo, and excluding Sea God Island."
"If you add up all the Titled Douluo on the surface, it’s not even half of Spirit Hall’s."
Of course, the strength of those Elders from the Clear Sky Sect was still decent.
If Sea God Island were included, they could contend with Spirit Hall.
But that still couldn’t change the fact that Spirit Hall had numerous Titled Douluo.
He paused and took a sip from his water cup: "This is still calculated using the most optimistic estimates; in reality, Spirit Hall might have even more Titled Douluo than I said."
"This..."
Ning Rongrong’s lips moved, her expression horrified.
Not even half.
These four words bounced around in her mind, making her head ache.
What did this mean?
It meant that even if all the forces on the continent united against Spirit Hall, they would be at an absolute disadvantage in terms of high-level combat power.
Not to mention that it was impossible for these forces to fully unite.
The major Sects all had their own ulterior motives, the two major Empires were harmonious on the surface but divided at heart, and Spirit Hall itself was still sowing discord and creating obstacles among them.
And Spirit Hall had only one goal: to unify the continent.
Liu Erlong leaned back in her chair, looking at the ceiling, and only after a long time did she utter a sentence.
"With such a huge gap, what’s the point of fighting."
Xiao Wu hugged Lin Qingmo’s arm tighter, her soft body pressing against his arm.
She didn’t originally care much about the disputes between these human forces.
She was a Transformed100,000-Year Soul Beast, and the rise and fall of human Empires and Sects were just passing clouds in her long life.
But hearing about Spirit Hall’s lineup, thinking of Lin Qingmo standing on the opposite side of Spirit Hall, and her own vendetta, her heart tightened.
She lowered her head and buried her face in Lin Qingmo’s shoulder, her voice muffled: "A-Qing..."
"It’s fine." Lin Qingmo patted the back of her hand.
Ning Rongrong sat there, her mind spinning like a kaleidoscope.
She thought of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, thought of Grandpa Sword and Bone Grandpa, and thought of her father Ning Fengzhi’s always smiling face.
If Spirit Hall was really that strong, then in that future Lin Qingmo spoke of, the two grandpas dying in battle at Jialing Pass didn’t seem like the worst ending anymore.
At least the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School still existed.
At least her father could still guard the Sect until he died of old age.
At least it wasn’t the annihilation of the clan.
Annihilation of the clan!
As soon as these two words popped up, a chill ran up Ning Rongrong’s back.
She had heard of Spirit Hall’s methods.
Those small Sects that didn’t submit to Spirit Hall disappeared silently from the continent, not even leaving behind their names.
"A-Qing..."
Ning Rongrong’s voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of shattering the answer she was asking for: "Can we win?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it.
This question was too stupid.
But Lin Qingmo’s reaction was beyond her expectations.
He looked around, taking in the expressions of the three.
Ning Rongrong’s paleness, Liu Erlong’s silence, Xiao Wu’s nervousness.
"What’s wrong with you all? What I just said isn’t the end of the World."
He spread his hands: "Knowing the opponent is strong isn’t a bad thing; it’s better than rushing in blindly to die, right?"
"What we can do now is to seize the time to get stronger before the storm comes."
"Strong enough that when the storm comes, we won’t be leaves blown away, but a wall blocking the wind."
"A wall blocking the wind..."
Liu Erlong repeated this phrase, looking at Lin Qingmo, a complex light flashing in her eyes.
There wasn’t a trace of fear on the youth’s face; he was calm and composed.
She suddenly laughed and shook her head: "You certainly have a big heart."
"It’s not a big heart; it’s calculating clearly."
Lin Qingmo corrected her: "What’s the use of fear? Fear can’t make even one less Titled Douluo in Spirit Hall."
"Instead of fearing, it’s better to train."
Liu Erlong’s eyes lit up: "That’s true; Yanzi and the others need to increase their training as well."
Ning Rongrong sat opposite, stunned for a long while.
What’s the use of fear?
These words echoed repeatedly in her mind.
She thought of the future Lin Qingmo mentioned in the Chat Group, where she became the Nine-Colored Goddess and ascended to the God Realm!
The Ning Rongrong in that future stood in the God Realm looking down at the human World, looking down at the Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall as if they were ants.
In that future, she could become a god.
Why couldn’t she now?
If the future self could do it, there was no reason the current self couldn’t even take the first step.
Her eyes slowly brightened, her lips pressed tightly, and the fingers gripping her skirt loosened one by one.
She developed a firmer determination.
This time, she absolutely would not be an ingrate!
Even if she really became the Nine-Colored Goddess in the future and ascended to the God Realm, she must leave behind offspring with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile PagodaSpirit for the Sect before ascending.
She must ensure the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had successors.
She must let her father know that his daughter did not let down the Sect’s cultivation.
Offspring...
Ning Rongrong’s brain stalled for a moment.
What do offspring need?
They need to be born!
What is needed to have children?
A woman and a man.
Wait.
What do I need?
Ning Rongrong realized that to leave behind offspring, she needed a husband.
A powerful husband, the kind who could protect her and also protect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
And to ensure the inheritance of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile PagodaBloodline, the other party’s genes had to be good, and their cultivation talent had to be strong.
It was best if they were of similar age, and it had to be someone her father Ning Fengzhi would nod in approval of.
Although Ning Fengzhi usually smiled and looked like a kind uncle.
His eye for picking a son-in-law was sharper than Sword Douluo’s sword.
He also had to satisfy Grandpa Sword and Bone Grandpa.
With all these conditions added together, how many peers in the entire continent could meet them?
Ning Rongrong’s brain spun round and round.
She turned her social circle upside down.
Her thoughts turned several corners, screening over and over again.
Then she discovered that all the conditions pointed to the same name.
That person was sitting opposite her, having just said "Instead of fearing, it’s better to train," and was turning his head to talk to Liu Erlong.
The lines of his profile were exceptionally distinct in the light and shadow.
The arc of his jaw was clean and sharp, his eyelashes not long but dense.
When he spoke, the corners of his mouth would slightly turn up, carrying a sense of ease that made people feel at ease.
Ning Rongrong secretly glanced at Lin Qingmo.
Then her face turned red.
A Heaven-Defying thought popped into her mind.
If she had children with A-Qing, would they have powerful talent?
Ning Rongrong, you are acting very strange!
Liu Erlong caught a glimpse of Ning Rongrong out of the corner of her eye and suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
"Rongrong?"
She turned her head, her expression somewhat puzzled, "Why is your face so red?"
"No no no no no!"
Ning Rongrong suddenly lifted her head, waving her hands frantically in front of her.
"It’s just too hot in the room!"
Liu Erlong glanced out the window.
Late autumn dusk, a cool breeze was blowing.
She looked at Ning Rongrong’s flushed face again.
Then she gave a meaningful "Oh," and said nothing else.
But the trailing sound of that "Oh" was very long, as if it had a hook.
Ning Rongrong’s face turned even redder.
(End of Chapter)
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