Douluo: Villain Simulator, Starting with an Iron Sword Martial Soul

Why are you calling me that?

Lu Changsheng said calmly:

"You are the sect leader's daughter and the sect's young master. I am just a disciple from another family, so it is more appropriate for you to address me this way."

Ning Rongrong opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know how to refute it.

If it were before yesterday, she might have thought this was normal.

But now, hearing those words from Lu Changsheng's mouth, she found them particularly grating.

She couldn't help but say:

"I didn't tell you to call me that."

Lu Changsheng did not respond.

Looking at his calm demeanor, Ning Rongrong suddenly felt a little wronged.

Before yesterday, Lu Changsheng was not like this.

She bit her lip and said:

"How did you practice those sword strikes just now?"

Lu Changsheng said, "I learned it by watching the sect's guards practice swordsmanship."

"Bullshit, you're lying!"

Ning Rongrong immediately said, "You weren't this good before."

Lu Changsheng looked at her:

People always change.

These words were spoken softly, but Ning Rongrong felt a lump in her throat upon hearing them.

She knew Lu Changsheng was referring to yesterday's events.

Yesterday, she complained about his weakness, his level two innate talent, and his Iron Sword Martial Soul.

So he changed.

Ning Rongrong was somewhat unconvinced. She had been pampered since childhood and was never one to back down.

Even if they felt they had gone too far yesterday, they refused to admit their mistake.

"You've only made it into the second-tier training team," she said, raising her chin deliberately. "I have innate soul power at level nine, I'll definitely be much stronger than you in the future."

Lu Changsheng nodded.

"Ah."

His reaction was so bland that Ning Rongrong's punch felt like hitting cotton.

As a result, Ning Rongrong became even more unhappy.

"Lu Changsheng, are you angry with me?"

Lu Changsheng remained silent for a moment.

"No."

"You have!"

Ning Rongrong glared at him.

“You never used to talk to me like this.”

Lu Changsheng looked at her and suddenly remembered that in The Sims, when he was Luo Chen, people were close to him because of his talent, but distanced themselves from him because he was an illegitimate child.

He also recalled Ning Rongrong's expression when she took a half step back in the Awakening Hall yesterday.

Actually, he didn't hate Ning Rongrong.

She was just a spoiled little girl.

She despises the weak.

It's because she was taught from a young age that talent and ability determine everything.

This is very realistic, and it's also very much like the world of Douluo Continent.

But Lu Changsheng no longer wanted to revolve around her like before.

What he needs most right now is not the little princess's favor, but power.

So he said softly:

"Miss Rongrong, the butler is still waiting for me."

After saying that, he walked in the direction where Zhao Yuanshan was.

Ning Rongrong stood there, watching his back, her eyes suddenly reddening.

She didn't know why she felt so bad.

It was clearly Lu Changsheng who started acting strangely.

She was just telling the truth yesterday.

But why does it seem like she has lost something very important now?

Chapter 9 Villain's Pollution Value

far away.

Zhao Yuanshan was watching Lu Changsheng walk over.

"Your name is Lu Changsheng, right?"

"Yes."

Zhao Yuanshan looked him up and down, then suddenly asked:

Do you want to practice swordsmanship?

Lu Changsheng answered without hesitation, "Yes."

"why?"

Lu Changsheng looked down at the iron sword spirit in his hand.

The gray-black blade was ordinary, even somewhat rough.

But as he held it, he could feel the traces left by twelve years of Sims last night—those failures, those resentments, and the helplessness before death.

But in the end, all of these became his reasons for wielding the sword.

Lu Changsheng looked up and said calmly:

"Because this is the only sword I have."

Zhao Yuanshan paused for a moment.

This sentence is very simple.

But he couldn't see a trace of self-pity in the eyes of this six-year-old child.

There was no congenital inferiority complex, nor anger from being looked down upon.

All he had was clarity, a clarity that made him seem unlike a child.

Zhao Yuanshan suddenly smiled and said:

"it is good."

"Starting tomorrow, after the regular training for the Class B training team concludes, you will stay behind."

"I will teach you basic swordsmanship for half an hour on my own."

Upon hearing this, the deacons standing nearby were all taken aback.

Zhao Yuanshan personally tutored a disciple from another family who was at the second level of the Innate Realm?

Lu Changsheng was also slightly taken aback.

He then bowed in greeting.

"Thank you, Steward Zhao."

Zhao Yuanshan waved his hand.

Don't thank me too soon.

"Your soul power is too low, so your cultivation speed will be very slow."

"Sword skills may give you an advantage in the early stages of a Soul Master, but the difference in Soul Power will become more and more obvious later on."

"If you can't handle it yourself, I won't waste my time."

Lu Changsheng nodded.

"I see."

Zhao Yuanshan looked at him and suddenly asked: