Douluo Continent: Getting Stronger After Heartbreak

Chapter 10 Rongrong is in your hands now.

The residential area is dedicated to Sword Douluo, and includes his exclusive small building.

The second floor is the mimicry training ground, the Sword Pool.

"Sword'er, are you honing your martial spirit again?"

Sword Douluo stood at the door, somewhat surprised, and asked, "Didn't you tell Rongrong a story?"

Clang clang clang…

In the center of the sword pool, countless sword shadows merged into Qin Jian's body and then continued to emanate outwards, as if forming a cycle.

He heard a sound at the door, and slightly opened his eyes, as if a sword shadow had flashed by.

"Teacher, she's still young, and this is the most important time for her to build a solid foundation. We can't let her waste most of her time listening to stories..."

He laughed and said, "That's why I sent her off to cultivate."

"Rongrong is actually listening to you now?" Sword Douluo raised an eyebrow.

Qin Jian shrugged and said, "If she doesn't listen, I won't tell her a story tonight."

Sword Douluo was both amused and exasperated, but still gave him a thumbs up: "You little guy really know how to handle things. The sect leader, Old Bone, and I had absolutely no way to deal with her."

You guys are the ones who spoiled her too much...

Qin Jian pursed his lips, but didn't say anything more about it. Instead, he asked, "Teacher, what was that year-long teamwork training like?"

"That one..."

Sword Douluo remained standing at the door, leaning against it, and said, "That is our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's largest simulated training ground. Within this year, your thirty-two groups will be completely isolated, each located in a different part of the simulated training ground, and the weather and environment there will change every month..."

"What kind of weather and environment is it?" Qin Jian asked curiously.

Sword Douluo raised his left eyebrow slightly: "The weather, well, it's nothing more than torrential rain and gales, lightning and thunder, heavy snow, and scorching heat and bitter cold..."

Qin Jian's face twitched slightly: "Is it really that cruel..."

"That's not all..."

Sword Douluo raised his other eyebrow: "The terrain you're in will also change—forests, oceans, mountains, deserts..."

Qin Jian covered his face and said, "This is torture! Is there anything else?"

Sword Douluo nodded without surprise and said, "Of course I won't disappoint you. Besides the terrain and weather, there will be natural disasters in six months, such as flash floods, volcanoes, avalanches, earthquakes..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Jian said in a very sincere tone, "Teacher, I think the Sword Pool is the best for honing my martial spirit, so I won't go to the teamwork training..."

"Aren't you going to take care of Rongrong anymore?"

Sword Douluo glanced at him sideways.

"Teacher, I think the ancient Yue people are tough and resilient, which makes them very suitable for this training," Qin Jian said earnestly.

"So you don't want to increase your soul power either?"

Sword Douluo continued to glance sideways.

"It's only a year's delay, no big deal," Qin Jian said.

Sword Douluo sighed and took out two exquisite wristbands: "The teacher had prepared all the tools for you, including these two soul tools, and a total of more than ten cubic meters of storage space. It seems it's all been wasted. I'll just give them to Rongrong..."

As he spoke, he turned and left, as if he really was going to give it to Ning Rongrong.

But the next moment, Qin Jian appeared at the door, his two hands accurately grasping the metal wrist guards: "No, teacher! I will never let you down after all your hard work in preparing. I'm going to that year of tacit training!"

Sword Douluo turned around and tapped his forehead in annoyance: "Always putting on airs."

"Hehe, thank you, teacher," Qin Jian said, looking up.

Sword Douluo patted his little head and said, "This year has not only been about cultivating your teamwork, but also about tempering Rongrong's character."

"She is, after all, the sect leader's daughter; she can't continue to be so willful. We all hope that this experience will help her grow stronger..."

Sword Douluo looked down at Qin Jian and said, "So, don't protect her too much. She still needs all the necessary training. The sect leader and I will keep an eye on you from time to time and won't really let you fall into a desperate situation."

Qin Jian nodded.

A few days passed quickly.

The sun shone brightly that day, and a gentle breeze blew, making it the perfect day to enter the sect's simulated cultivation grounds.

Upon arriving at the entrance, one can see that many people are already waiting there.

Each one was accompanied by an elder who gave them endless instructions.

The same was true for Ning Rongrong; Ning Fengzhi held her little hand tightly, unwilling to let go for even a moment.

"Dad, it's okay. It's just living inside for a while. If you miss Rongrong, you can come and see me!" Ning Rongrong said with a smile.

A hint of heartache and reluctance flashed across Ning Fengzhi's gentle face, but he went along with her and said, "Okay, if Dad misses Rongrong, then he'll go in and see you."

"Uh-huh."

Ning Rongrong nodded repeatedly.

Qin Jian, observing this scene, softly asked the Sword Douluo beside him, "Teacher, doesn't Rongrong know what will happen this year?"

"She doesn't know yet..."

Sword Douluo also looked somewhat distressed: "There's nothing we can do. If we tell her all that, she definitely won't want to go in. Then she'll start throwing a tantrum, and nobody can handle her..."

Qin Jian's lips twitched slightly: "It was easy for you to trick her into going there, but afterwards, I'm the one who'll have to deal with her crying and tantrums..."

"Keep your voice down, they're coming. Don't let anything slip," Sword Douluo whispered.

Qin Jian looked up and saw Ning Fengzhi leading Ning Rongrong by the hand.

"Qin Jian, I'm entrusting Rongrong to you for the next year. You must protect her well."

Ning Fengzhi leaned forward slightly and placed Ning Rongrong's small hand in Qin Jian's hand.

"ah…"

Ning Rongrong was caught off guard when Qin Jian grabbed her hand, and she blushed slightly, so she didn't notice the exchange of glances between Ning Fengzhi and Qin Jian.

"Sect Master, please rest assured, with me here, she will be fine."

With a glance between them, the two men, one tall and one short, completed the handover procedures in an instant.

"boom!"

With a resounding boom, the mimicry training ground officially opened.

One pair of young men and women walked in and disappeared from sight.

"Rongrong, let's go in too," Qin Jian said, tightening his grip on the small hand in his right hand.

"OK…"

Ning Rongrong happily agreed, then turned around and waved, "I'm going in now, goodbye Daddy, goodbye Grandpa Jian!"

Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi raised their right hands side by side and waved in perfect unison: "Goodbye, Rongrong!"

"Buzz!"

With a soft sound, Qin Jian, holding Ning Rongrong's small hand, walked inside and disappeared into the depths of the cultivation grounds...

"call…"

Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, we managed to get this little girl in."

"I wonder what she'll do after she finds out the truth," Sword Douluo said.

"We can see this from outside too..."

Ning Fengzhi said, "I just hope that her personality can be tempered over the course of a year. I'll be satisfied as long as she becomes more sensible after she comes out."

Sword Douluo said, "Once you're inside, it won't be so easy to get out. Let's wait and see..."

(End of this chapter)