Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

"Daddy~ Grandpa Sword~"

The little witch instantly transformed from an obedient girlfriend into an obedient daughter, a classic case of being caught on the date by her own father – an incredibly embarrassing situation.

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"Little Shui! Little Shui! Say something!"

'...'

Someone glanced at it, but showing no interest in the hidden weapons, he quickly slipped away, ignoring Qian Renxue's embarrassment.

Thinking that she would definitely teach Qian Shui a lesson when she got back, Qian Renxue had no choice but to bite the bullet and take on the task.

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The relationship between Qian Shui and Ning Fengzhi is quite complicated. One once tried to kill Qian Shui, while the other betrayed him without any fault.

Now that the roles of power have been reversed, Ning Fengzhi and his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School both have to rely on Qian Shui to survive. Even Qian Renxue, who experienced it firsthand, has to sigh that fortunes change every thirty years.

"May I ask who this friend is?"

Because of the mask, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin both looked at Qian Renxue, and at her hand clasped with Ning Rongrong's, which was why she was embarrassed. They didn't recognize that she was now Qian Shui.

“He’s a ‘singer’!” Ning Rongrong pretended to let go of Qian Renxue’s hand and introduced him to the two elders.

But it would have been better if she hadn't introduced herself. As soon as she said that, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin immediately became wary, pulling their daughter back to their side and looking at the sweating Qian Renxue with unfriendly expressions.

With a stiff upper lip, she could only politely bow slightly and greet him, "Sect Leader Ning, Your Majesty Sword Douluo."

She was just strolling around town with Ning Rongrong out of boredom, so why? Why did things turn out this way?

"Oh dear, Dad, I went to Brother Xue's house to find that woman Ning Huahua. She hasn't been to school for three days, and we've all been on holiday."

As luck would have it, we ran into Brother Shui. He didn't have anything to do either, so I invited him to wander around a bit.

"Brother Shui?!"

Although he was three parts surprised and seven parts understanding that Qian Shui had appeared at the Crown Prince's residence, Ning Fengzhi understood what was going on when he saw his daughter's shy appearance and strange way of addressing her.

Because Qian Shui's strength was so astonishing, they all overlooked the fact that he was only in his early twenties. They also hadn't heard of him being married or having a girlfriend, which suddenly made his behavior seem perfectly reasonable.

"Father mode" immediately activated, and Ning Fengzhi's complexion seemed to improve.

"The 'Singer' is young and promising. When I last saw him, he was already a quasi-title holder. I wonder if he has obtained his desired ninth spirit ring by now? And what kind of title has he obtained?"

Faced with Ning Fengzhi's now gentle questioning, Qian Renxue actually knew the answer. However, some people hadn't chosen their own titles yet due to personal reasons, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"I broke through by sheer luck, and as for the title, it's 'Demoted Immortal'! But I haven't yet gone to the Douluo Hall to receive the title!"

They extracted a high-class and impressive-sounding phrase from the stories Qian Shui told her and attached it to him, which is at least better than the 'Qian Shui Douluo'!

(I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! — Thousand Water Douluo)

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's surprise flashed by, but they accepted it as a matter of course. "So it's the 'Immortal' in person. My daughter is naughty and has caused you trouble. May I ask what brings you to this auction?"

"Dad, we just happened to be browsing here, so we came in to take a look, okay? Isn't it a bit impolite of you to interrogate us like this?"

As the old saying goes, girls always side with outsiders, and Ning Fengzhi, having witnessed this firsthand, could only feel helpless.

At that moment, the host on the stage, holding a megaphone and smiling, announced to the bidders: "Next, we will be auctioning a rare and precious item. Please pay attention if you are interested, especially the male guests."

These words broke the awkward atmosphere, and at the host's signal, three strong men pushed a cart forward.

The cart was covered with red cloth, and the contents inside could not be seen, but from the appearance, it looked like a large square box.

Aside from Ning Rongrong's low strength and extreme curiosity, the three adults all frowned.

Ignoring the host's provocative words, inside the box was a huge iron cage. Inside the iron cage, a young girl was curled up.

The girl's body was mostly naked, with only her vital parts covered by seashells. Because she was curled up, her face was not clearly visible, but her figure was almost perfect.

Her fair skin was like lustrous jade, and her short, light green hair was quite charming. However, she had ears and a tail on her head and in certain areas that were not human, making her look like a catwoman.

This time, Qian Renxue was reluctant to call Qian Shui. If he saw her doing so, he might just tear the auction house down on the spot.

Just as they feared, a surge of soul power quietly emanated from Qian Shui's body, attracting the attention of Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. Neither you nor I can save everyone, let alone the souls that have already fallen."

In Ning Fengzhi's eyes, Qian Shui was still a young man, even though he was strong and quite intelligent.

But judging from his anger and subsequent destruction of the Marshal's Mansion back then, he was nothing more than a hot-blooded young man.

Qian Shui glanced at Ning Fengzhi indifferently, then closed her eyes. "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean no one can. Difficult things are worth doing, aren't they?"

Chapter 220 Calamity and Tribulation

Qian Shui knew exactly what Ning Fengzhi was thinking. He simply wanted to tell himself that the people in revealing clothes in this Great Soul Arena had been completely enslaved. They had long since accepted everything from the bottom of their hearts, and even enjoyed it.

Even if they know that such things are wrong, they can't change anything. Some things can't be solved even if you know the source. Interests are deeply intertwined, and no matter how powerful you are, it's useless.

Only Qian Shui knows that there was once a group of people who actually did it. The only difference is whether you want to do it or are willing to do the most difficult thing.

Ning Fengzhi neither confirmed nor denied Qian Shui's words, but the old fox discerned another meaning: "Is this the reason why the Spirit Hall chose Qinghe? This is not like His Holiness the Pope's character."

All crows are black, and Bibi Dong is not much better than Ning Fengzhi, but only Crown Prince Xue Qinghe can navigate the complex web of interests.

"This is not the Spirit Hall's intention, nor is it hers; it is my personal will, and has nothing to do with others. Sect Leader Ning should know that he and I were originally friends, weren't we?" Since the topic had come up, he might as well make his point clearer.

At this moment, Qian Shui no longer possessed the gentle and refined demeanor of her former self. That ethereal and elusive aura reappeared before Ning Rongrong's eyes. This Qian Shui was talking to her father about things she couldn't understand and couldn't join the conversation at all.

In Sword Douluo's eyes, this young man suddenly returned to the Dragon Rising City or the far north, becoming unfathomable. The higher the realm, the more obvious the feeling became. Chen Xin even had a feeling of standing on the edge of an abyss.

With a different mood, Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly. His original guess had not only come true, but it was also more unexpected.

They were even more amazed that such youthful spirit and unfathomable wisdom could coexist in one person.

"If only I had known sooner..."

"Does Sect Master Ning regret it? But everything has a price. Always putting profit first and ignoring other things always comes at a heavy price. But the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is happy with it, isn't it? To put it more deeply, His Majesty Sword Douluo is still here, isn't he?"

Shaking his head, with his daughter present, Ning Fengzhi didn't want to continue this heavy and complicated topic, and the auction officially began.

Ning Fengzhi was still willing to save Catwoman, whose martial soul had mutated.

However, people like Ning Fengzhi are limited by their perspective and are unaware that their actions are actually encouraging this trend.

Ignoring everything else, she silently endured it and sat down in the black VIP seat. Qian Renxue, who was very worried about his impulsive actions, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Qian Shui's perception is extremely strong, and he has long been able to cover Tian Dou City. How could he not see where the filth is?

However, he must be patient. This is not something that can be easily reversed by one person's absolute strength. Things will inevitably develop in a spiral. Even if he kills this batch, another batch will appear.

Having experienced the even more blatant madness of the Killing City, he was no longer so impulsive. Now, he needed to remember everything, such as the bid for Snowstar on the high platform and the avalanche beside him.

Until the moment comes when all the tangled roots are uprooted, everything will have to start all over again, with no end in sight.

Because without paying a heavy price, humanity as a whole will not wake up. Only when everyone realizes that this is wrong will there be a chance to break the spiral.

Simply resorting to brute force is merely an unwillingness to face harsh reality; it's about destroying things instead of repairing them.

The more he saw, the more determined he became to carry out his plan.

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'Xiaoxue, this is the cruel struggle we must bear if we want to keep going!'

'Um! ’

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As expected, Ning Fengzhi won the auction. Qian Shui ran away again because Tang San's hidden weapons were next, and he had no interest in them at all.

Ning Fengzhi was naturally very interested, and after it was over, he couldn't wait to lead the group to a secluded room. Amidst Ning Rongrong's extremely displeased expression, Ning Fengzhi first saw the catwoman off, and then enthusiastically began to play with the hidden weapon.

"Rongrong, this is for you, for self-defense!"

Seeing that her father had taken the photo specifically for her, Ning Rongrong's expression softened slightly.

“I don’t want it. This was made by my classmate. He’s shown it many times. I was just curious and came in with Brother Shui to take a look. I didn’t expect that he was just selling this stuff to make some money.”

"This... Rongrong, could you introduce me to Dad?"

Upon hearing her father's words, the little witch immediately retorted, "Dad, do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know what this means for our sect? Why didn't I introduce you to him sooner?"

That's because that guy is no good! He's got ulterior motives towards Brother Shui's disciple. Who knows what he might be up to if we cooperate with him!

First surprise, then relief. Ning Fengzhi patted the little devil's raised head and said happily, "I see. Rongrong has grown up and is thinking about the sect now. Her strength has also improved recently. The sect will have to rely on you from now on!"

"Hmph! Don't even try! You guys should go rely on Ning Huahua to make your sect shine!"

The little witch stood with her hands on her hips, exuding an imposing aura, which left everyone dumbfounded, but soon they burst into knowing smiles.

"Speaking of which, we have never asked Your Majesty about her background, and she herself cannot explain it clearly."

Qian Renxue, who took over the task, came up with a prepared explanation: "I brought her back because I met her overseas. I consider her both a teacher and a friend."

"Oh?"

Now that they were no longer in the auction house, Qian Shui, having removed her mask, was finally able to be examined closely by Ning Fengzhi.

Although their temperaments were very different, Ning Fengzhi still frowned because of the resemblance between his face and that of Ning Rongrong and Ning Huahua. He had a strange thought that seemed to have been there for a long time, almost ten years ago when he first saw Qian Shui—could he also be a descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?

But in an instant, such thoughts were dispelled by Qian Shui's true strength, and he thought that it would be good if his own family really had such a person.

The day ended with Ning Fengzhi taking Ning Rongrong back to the sect. Even if Ning Fengzhi had other thoughts, he couldn't be so deliberate.

Before leaving, Ning Rongrong asked with reluctance, "Brother Shui, will I ever see you again?"

It was thanks to Qian Renxue, otherwise the old straight man would probably have already slipped away, and wouldn't have given Ning Rongrong the chance to ask.

"If you want to find me, go to the Crown Prince's residence. They are all there, and I will not leave."

Thinking that Ning Rongrong would definitely be unable to extricate herself from Qian Shui's training anyway, and that it was impossible for her to come over, he didn't hesitate to tell her.

As expected, Ning Fengzhi put aside his thoughts even more, because as long as Qian Shui stood there, the situation remained unchanged, and they had no power to change his will.

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Standing in front of the Soul Battle Arena, Qian Renxue held her son, her gaze somewhat unfocused. She hadn't quite processed what had happened the day before, and she hadn't even had a chance to enjoy her "bad brother" that night.

Qian Shui deliberately avoided her, and even though she felt guilty because of a momentary lapse of judgment and tried to please Qian Shui in every way, it didn't work.

The little angel didn't understand and wondered if this meant their sex life wasn't very harmonious.

"Why is it you here?"