Gal Douluo: Love Becomes God

Ning Rongrong's words were resolute and left no room for negotiation.

Gu Douluo Gu Rong opened his mouth, but the whole speech he had prepared to give was now rendered speechless.

He turned his head to look at his old friend Ji Chenxin, and murmured in a low voice:

“You old bastard… our Rongrong has really grown up…”

Sword Douluo Chenxin didn't speak, but nodded with great satisfaction. The fierce sword intent on his body completely subsided, turning into a long sigh.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, suppressing the elation and shock in his heart, walked up to Ning Rongrong, stroked her hair, and said earnestly:

“Good. Now that you have this awareness, I support you. But the outside world is treacherous, and although Tang Tian is a talented person, he is extremely cunning…”

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo, "Let Grandpa Bone and Grandpa Sword secretly follow you. They will never interfere with your decisions, but will only save your life in life-or-death situations. This is the bottom line."

"no!"

Ning Rongrong, however, refused decisively.

"If I had known that two Title Douluo were secretly protecting me, I would always have left myself a way out. The two people beside Tang Tian, ​​Tang San and Xiao Wu, the way they looked at me was like looking at a flower in a greenhouse, a burden that could hold me back at any time!"

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth, her mind flashing back to Tang San's extremely polite yet exclusive gaze, and Xiao Wu's possessive and domineering nature.

"I want to integrate into their community on my own. Father, please believe in me this once!"

The moment she finished speaking.

"Om-"

Suddenly, a dazzling seven-colored light shone from Ning Rongrong's palm.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, hailed as the number one auxiliary martial soul in the world, actually appeared on its own without its master actively summoning it.

The tower spun merrily, radiating layers of soft and pure light, as if it had come to life.

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

She felt the extremely active and eager emotions emanating from her martial spirit. She was initially taken aback, but then a joyful smile blossomed on her face.

"Father, grandfathers, look!"

Holding the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda in both hands, Ning Rongrong excitedly said, "Could it be that my martial spirit is responding to me? Is it also encouraging me to leave the sect and pursue true power?!"

Ning Fengzhi and the two titled Douluo were utterly shocked by what they saw.

The fact that a martial spirit possesses a soul and can protect its master or respond to the master's mood is an extremely rare and legendary phenomenon in the entire world of soul masters!

"May Heaven bless my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

Ning Fengzhi excitedly and decisively supported him: "Alright! Since even your martial soul has made its choice, your father will no longer stop you! Go, go and prove your worth to Tang Tian!"

……

The next morning.

As the sun rose, the air at the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy still carried a hint of extremely crisp chill.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door to the courtyard was pushed open.

After a night of meditation, Tang Tian's aura became increasingly restrained and profound.

He had just pushed open the door when he paused slightly.

Not far away, standing beside a stone table, stood an unexpected figure.

Ning Rongrong.

She actually came, and earlier than anyone else.

Today, Ning Rongrong did not wear any extremely elaborate and luxurious women's long dresses. Instead, she changed into an extremely fitted and neat light blue outfit, with a pair of easy-to-walk-in leather ankle boots on her feet.

That head of smooth, long hair, which was usually very elaborate and adorned with various jewels, was now simply tied into a very neat high ponytail with a plain hairband.

Although her fair, jade-like skin and natural air of nobility were still eye-catching, she had shed most of her spoiled nature and exuded a rare and heroic spirit.

At her feet lay only the extremely shriveled storage soul tool that had been packed up the night before.

There were no attendants, no carriages or horses.

She stood there all alone in the morning mist, staring longingly at Tang Tian's door.

Upon hearing the noise, Ning Rongrong immediately stood up straight, her chin slightly raised.

"Am I late? I promised to learn from you, and I rushed over without even having breakfast."

Before Tang Tian could speak, the door next to him was suddenly pushed open with a "bang".

Xiao Wu rubbed her sleepy eyes as she walked out. When she saw Ning Rongrong dressed like this in the yard, the last trace of sleepiness instantly vanished.

Her invisible rabbit ears suddenly stood straight up, and she darted to Tang Tian's side in a few steps:

"Hey! Miss Ning, what are you trying to do dressed like that? Do you really think this is your own home?"

Tang San was also slightly surprised.

There wasn't even a hint of covert protection?

As a master of hidden weapons and poisons from the Tang Clan, Tang San possesses extremely keen senses.

He confirmed that there were indeed no spying people around the courtyard.

This caused Tang San to have a very slight change in his opinion of this pampered young lady.

But he quickly suppressed this change.

He walked to Tang Tian's side, naturally blocking half of the aisle:

"Miss Ning is indeed punctual. I just didn't expect that Sect Master Ning would actually let you stay in Huang Dou alone."

Ning Rongrong blushed slightly, annoyed by the siblings' coordinated sniping.

But she bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself not to lose her temper like a spoiled young lady.

She ignored Xiao Wu's provocation and Tang San's probing, instead staring intently into Tang Tian's eyes:

“I told you, I’m here to become stronger. Yesterday you rejected my offer to be a guest advisor and told me to put away my airs as a young lady. Today, I’m here alone.”

She held up the withered bag in her hand. "Without the privileges of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, without any resources. Tang Tian, ​​from today onwards, I want to join your team."

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes: "That sounds nice, but who knows if you're here to spy on Brother Tian's secrets."

Although Tang San didn't speak, his deep eyes were filled with wariness.

Faced with the girl's stubborn yet pleading gaze, Tang Tian remained extremely calm, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Chapter 188 Ning Rongrong blushes, Tang Tian tests her.

Tang Tian's gaze swept over Ning Rongrong like a knife.

"Their attitude was good. But that's all."

Tang Tian spoke calmly, his voice devoid of any tenderness or pity.

“In my team, there are no idle people. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda’s amplification is indeed very strong, but a support who can only hide behind his teammates and shout will only become the most fatal breakthrough in a real life-or-death situation.”

Ning Rongrong was stunned, her eyes instantly reddening, but she forced herself to hold back: "Then what do you want me to do?"

Tang Tian walked to the stone table, sat down, and tapped the stone table lightly twice with his slender fingers.

"For support-type Soul Masters, the most crucial ability is not your Soul Power level, but your extremely accurate judgment on the battlefield and your control over simultaneously applying different buffs to all teammates."

Tang Tian raised his eyes, staring intently at her: "What level have you reached in your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's ultimate technique, the Distraction Control Method?"

Upon hearing this question, Ning Rongrong's face, which had been slightly pale from trying to maintain her composure, instantly turned bright red.

She twisted the hem of her dress nervously, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum: "I...I am now...the Heart of the Three Orifices..."

"The Three Apertures?"

Xiao Wu sneered without any mercy.

"My God, the young sect master of the number one sect in the world can't even do four things at once?"

Ning Rongrong was so ashamed and angry that she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Within the sect, because she was pampered by two titled Douluo masters, she usually cultivated sporadically, sometimes for three days and sometimes for two.

This "Distraction Control Method" is extremely boring and tedious. She would complain of being tired after practicing for less than half an hour each time, and Ning Fengzhi couldn't do anything about it.

So even now at level 29, she is still stuck at the basic Three Orifices Control Heart realm.

Tang Tian didn't laugh at her; he simply shook his head coldly.

“In my team, Sanqiao’s control is not enough when facing complex battle situations. Since you want to stay, today I will use my rules to teach you what true control is.”

Having said that, Tang Tian waved his hand casually.

"Whoosh—"

A huge pile of extremely small items flew out of his storage ring and were piled up on the stone table like a small mountain.

Ning Rongrong stared intently, then was completely dumbfounded.

That was a table full of miscellaneous grains!

There are yellow millet, black sesame seeds, red adzuki beans, green mung beans, and white pearl rice.

These five different colored and sized particles were mixed together by Tang Tian using his soul power, resulting in tens of thousands of them!

Not only that, Tang Tian also placed five large empty porcelain bowls at each of the five corners of the table.

In the very center of the stone table, he lit an extremely thin incense stick.

"What does this mean?"

Ning Rongrong swallowed, a very ominous premonition welling up inside her.

Tang Tian pointed to the pile of mixed grains:

"True control of the mind requires subtlety and an extremely delicate sense of separation."

"Your task is simple: before this incense stick burns out, you are not allowed to use your hands, but only your extremely pure soul power to reach out five soul power threads, and at the same time, you must pick out these five kinds of grains with extreme precision and let them fall into these five porcelain bowls respectively."

"Yellow is yellow, black is black, if you make a mistake, start over!"

"what?!"

Ning Rongrong stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Controlling five soul power threads simultaneously? And distinguishing five different types of tiny particles with extreme precision? How is that possible! I can't even do the Four Orifices!"

This is like asking an acrobatic apprentice who can't even throw four balls properly to throw five burning torches and then have to distinguish the colors of the torches in the process!

Tang San watched from the side, his eyes suddenly flashing with an extremely shocking purple-gold light.

He took a deep breath and murmured:

"What a terrifying training method! This is not only a test of concentration, but also an extremely demanding and abnormal exploitation of her soul power micro-management! Big brother, this is not training, this is forcing her to break through the limits of the human body!"

Xiao Wu stopped eating the carrot and looked at Ning Rongrong with some sympathy: "This is too difficult, Brother Tian, ​​aren't you being too hard on us?"

"Can't do it?" Tang Tian completely ignored the reactions of the others. "If you can't do it, then pack your bags and leave."

These words pierced Ning Rongrong's extremely proud self-esteem.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and her chest heaved violently.

Just when everyone thought she would fly into a rage and slam the door and leave,

Ning Rongrong suddenly walked to the stone table without saying a word and closed her eyes with great awkwardness and force.

"I'll take it!"

She gritted her teeth and spoke slowly and deliberately.

Morning light filters through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting dappled shadows in the courtyard.

Ning Rongrong stood in front of the stone table, releasing her soul power with great difficulty.

As the owner of the world's number one auxiliary martial soul, her soul power should have been extremely smooth and extremely powerful.

But at this moment, to meticulously separate this immense soul power into five spider-like threads is harder than climbing to heaven.

"Om-"

Extremely faint fluctuations of soul power rippled across the stone table.