Douluo Continent: Getting Stronger After Heartbreak

Chapter 4 Little Sword

In the restaurant, Sword Douluo and Qin Jian sat side by side.

The food had long since gone cold, but the two of them didn't feel hungry at all.

"Just don't go against your own conscience..."

Seeing that Qin Jian was a little down, Sword Douluo deliberately said in a lighthearted tone, "You'd better make your teacher proud this time. I've been mocked by Old Bone for three years."

Qin Jian snapped out of his daze, looked up, and said, "Don't worry, teacher, I won't lose to Gu Yue again."

Sword Douluo's expression shifted, and he said, "Although you have grasped the realm of my Body as a Sword, your soul power is still too low, while Gu Yue already has level 15 soul power."

"Then I'll improve a bit over the next few days."

Qin Jian didn't seem worried at all.

"Relying on Rongrong?"

Sword Douluo tilted his head and said, "I remember you haven't had any interaction with Rongrong in the past three years, so how come you're suddenly doing so much now?"

Qin Jian smiled and said, "Teacher, I haven't written any more stories for Rongrong that you've been telling her lately. If she wants to continue hearing them, she'll have to come to me."

Sword Douluo opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but gently tap Qin Jian's head: "No wonder you, little guy, were so kind as to write stories for me to tell. Turns out it wasn't to help me out of this predicament..."

Qin Jian scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and said, "It was also for the teacher's sake. Weren't you overwhelmed by Rongrong's pestering those few days?"

Sword Douluo shook his head helplessly: "Fine, do whatever you want. Teacher only has one request."

Qin Jian's expression turned serious: "Please speak, teacher."

"No matter what, never hurt others for the sake of hurting others, because that kind of guilt will torment you for the rest of your life," Sword Douluo said.

"Yes, teacher, I understand," Qin Jian said earnestly.

"And also..."

Sword Douluo patted his head and instructed him, "If Rongrong has fallen in love with you and can't let go of it for many years, then after you become a god, you must not let her down. After all, she is our most beloved little princess."

Qin Jian replied, "Okay, teacher."

That's what he wanted to do too. A breakup after a relationship has broken down is naturally irreversible, but if it was a deliberate breakup, he wanted to make amends later...

"Bang."

Just as Qin Jian and Sword Douluo finished speaking, the door of the small building was suddenly pushed open roughly, and a spoiled girl's voice came out: "Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Sword, Rongrong wants to hear you tell a story!"

Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo and Qin Jian exchanged bewildered glances.

How come she's already come knocking on my door when we're only talking about her...?

The two walked down the spiral staircase and saw Ning Rongrong, wearing a bright green short skirt and with long hair reaching her waist, sitting on the sofa, her two smooth little feet swinging back and forth.

"Rongrong, Grandpa Jian has been telling you stories every day lately, he must be very tired. How about I tell you one today?"

Just then, a young man dressed in black ran in.

He ran straight towards Ning Rongrong, his face full of flattery.

"Get away from me, you stinky bone! I don't want to hear your story, it's so boring!"

Ning Rongrong raised her head and crossed her arms, refusing to look at him.

"Stinky bone..."

Qin Jian's lips twitched.

Ning Rongrong, that little devil, gives me nicknames that are hard to describe. I hope she doesn't give herself one...

"Grandpa Sword! Grandpa Sword! Where are you?!"

Ning Rongrong cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone: "Rongrong wants to hear Zhang Xiaofan's story—"

"Here I am, here I am, Grandpa Sword is here..."

Qin Jian glanced sideways at the Sword Douluo beside him.

His expression changed from blank to a doting smile, and he strode over to her in a few quick steps.

"How could this not be the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? Look how spoiled you Title Douluos have been..."

Qin Jian pursed his lips speechlessly.

Although his teacher treated him very well, he was very strict during cultivation, unlike when he treated Ning Rongrong, whom he cherished and pampered.

Moreover, it wasn't just him; the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, from Sect Master Ning Fengzhi to the two great elders, Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo, was like this.

This is what caused Ning Rongrong to develop her mischievous personality...

"Grandpa Sword, quickly tell Rongrong the story of Zhang Xiaofan. What happened after his identity was exposed? Was he punished by his sect? And what about Biyao? What happened to him and Biyao afterward?"

Ning Rongrong rushed over eagerly.

Sword Douluo could only catch her. He glanced at Qin Jian, who was slowly walking over, and said, "Well, what happened after that, Grandpa Sword doesn't know either..."

"Huh? Grandpa Sword, how come you don't know what happened after you told the story?"

Ning Rongrong pouted and pretended to rub her eyes, "Waaah... Rongrong can't fall asleep without a story... Does Grandpa Jian not like Rongrong anymore...?"

"No, no... Grandpa Sword didn't lie to you," Sword Douluo said hurriedly.

Even though they knew Ning Rongrong was just being petulant, Sword Douluo and the others still fell for it.

"This story was written by Jian'er, and only he knows the rest of the story..." Sword Douluo hurriedly pointed at Qin Jian.

Ning Rongrong looked up in confusion and saw Qin Jian standing quietly behind Sword Douluo.

The boy's handsome face made her eyes light up: "Eh...you're not Grandpa Sword's personal disciple, the one with innate full soul power who hasn't improved in three years...um...that...that...Little Sword, right?"

Little Swordsman…

Qin Jian's small hand trembled slightly, and he said expressionlessly, "My name is Qin Jian."

"oh…"

Ning Rongrong climbed off Sword Douluo, leaned close to him, and asked expectantly, "Did you really write that story about Zhang Xiaofan? Little Sword..."

Qin Jian's face darkened: "I didn't write it!"

He turned and left, saying, "I'm going to sleep. Goodbye!"

Sword Douluo couldn't help but smile slightly.

After so long, he finally saw that Qin Jian had some childish temper.

He was just saying he wanted to get closer to Ning Rongrong to improve his soul power, but he ruined it all because of a nickname.

"Don't go! Don't go!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up and she immediately knew why Qin Jian was acting this way. She quickly stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve, saying, "Tell me Zhang Xiaofan's story, and I won't call you Little Jianjian anymore."

Qin Jian didn't even turn his head: "I'm not interested in telling you stories."

"Qin Jian, how could you not even grant Rongrong's request!"

At this moment, Gu Yue, who had been looking displeased, suddenly interjected, prompting Ning Rongrong to nod repeatedly: "That's right, how could you not agree to Rongrong's request!"

"I'm tired after a day of cultivation, I need to rest."

Qin Jian remained as hard-hearted as he walked towards his bedroom.

Ning Rongrong, who was still holding onto his sleeve, was also dragged over.

"Cultivation? With your soul power that hasn't increased in three years, no matter how much you cultivate, it won't change anything."

Gu Yue crossed his arms, a hint of arrogance on his face: "You've lost to me for three years in a row and you still haven't given up? I think you're more suited to telling stories to Rongrong; cultivation isn't for you."

Qin Jian suddenly stopped and turned to look at Gu Yue.

His gaze was calm, yet it suddenly made Gu Yue feel a sense of pressure.

"Shut up, you stinking bone!"

To Qin Jian's surprise, Ning Rongrong turned around at this moment, put her hands on her hips, and said to Gu Yue, "What you just said was too much. You should apologize to Xiao Jian... um... Qin Jian!"

(End of this chapter)