Villain: Fairy, please offer your loyalty

The training ground was so quiet you could hear the wind.

All eyes were on Gu Fan.

Gu Fan looked at Ning Rongrong's arrogant demeanor, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"You say you're rich?"

Ning Rongrong puffed out her chest, as proud as a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School controls half the trade routes of the continent, and its treasury is piled high with gold soul coins. If you don't believe me, I can have my father send a cartload over for you to see."

Gu Fan nodded, his expression serious.

"OK."

"Then I'll show you something too, and you can take a look at it for me."

He raised his right hand, and a flash of light appeared on his storage ring.

call.

The ground in the very center of the training field began to tremble.

Dazzling streams of light poured out from Gu Fan's palms, like a waterfall cascading down.

Top-grade spirit stones piled up in front of Ning Rongrong at an alarming rate, one after another, layer upon layer.

Each spirit stone is the size of a fist, crystal clear, with an inner vortex of so dense spiritual energy that it cannot be dissolved.

Spirit stones of this quality are priceless treasures, practically unavailable anywhere in the entire Douluo Continent.

At this moment, they were being poured out of Gu Fan's hands as if they were free.

Ten dollars, one hundred dollars, one thousand dollars.

The spirit stones were piled up into a small hill.

Then there's Xiaoshan.

A dense storm of spiritual energy spread outwards at a visible speed, causing the robes of everyone present to flutter wildly.

The pride on Ning Rongrong's face gradually froze.

She stared blankly at the Spirit Stone Mountain in front of her, which was radiating a dazzling light, her mind completely blank.

She had only seen three spirit stones of this purity in the sect's treasure pavilion.

Each piece was treated as a family heirloom by her father, and was only taken out for the elders to admire during festivals.

And this man... literally brought down a mountain.

Ling Shi Mountain hasn't stopped yet.

Gu Fan raised his other hand as well.

One by one, magical treasures radiating various colors of light flew out of the ring and hovered around Spirit Stone Mountain.

There was the pure white Ice Soul Cold Sword, the purple-gold wrist guards wrapped with lightning patterns, and the fairy feather cloak flowing with seven-colored light.

Each item exudes an aura far exceeding the limits of comprehension in this dimension.

Ning Rongrong felt like she was about to stop breathing.

Because the spiritual energy was so abundant.

Gu Fan withdrew his hands and patted away non-existent dust from his palms.

"You say your Ning family is the wealthiest in the entire continent?"

He looked at Ning Rongrong, his tone flat and indifferent.

"These broken stones are for paving roads for me."

"Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's treasury... well, how should I put it, it probably wouldn't even be enough for me to buy a cup of tea."

Ning Rongrong's lips were slightly parted, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Only one thought remained in her mind.

It’s over.

The best spirit stone she had ever used in her life wasn't even worth as much as a scrap piece someone else casually threw away.

The training ground was completely silent.

Tang San squatted in the corner, with an expression that said, "I knew it."

I told you, trying to outdo the boss in wealth is just asking for trouble.

Xiao Wu leaned against Gu Fan, watching Ning Rongrong's ever-changing expression with great interest.

Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side, a slight smile playing on her lips, her eyes conveying a sense of empathy.

She remembered what she was like back then.

Gu Fan didn't give Ning Rongrong a chance to catch her breath.

"What did you just say? The Seven-Jeweled Glazed Tile Pagoda is unparalleled in the world?"

He took two steps forward, standing only an arm's length away from Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong instinctively took a half step back, her heart pounding.

"Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is indeed a top-tier support martial soul, I don't deny that."

Gu Fan's voice wasn't loud, but every word clearly reached Ning Rongrong's ears.

"But do you know that it has a fatal flaw?"

Ning Rongrong's pupils constricted.

"What...what defect?"

"The maximum level of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is seven rings."

Gu Fan held up one finger and gently waved it in front of Ning Rongrong.

"When you reach the eighth spirit ring, the origin of the Glazed Pagoda will repel the spirit ring. Your spirit cannot withstand the resonance of the eighth spirit power. If you force a breakthrough, at best your spirit will shatter, and at worst your soul will be scattered."

"Your Ning family has a tradition of never having had a sect leader break through to the eighth ring, right?"

These words were like a knife, precisely piercing Ning Rongrong's most vulnerable spot.

Her face turned pale.

This matter is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's biggest secret.

Only her father and a few elders in the sect knew about it.

She herself only found out by chance when she overheard the elders' private conversation.

This is the deepest thorn in her heart.

A thorn she dared not touch, dared not think about, and dared not mention to anyone.

"How do you know all this...?"

Ning Rongrong's voice was trembling.

"I know a lot more."

Gu Fan took out a jade slip from his pocket and waved it in front of her.

The jade slip shimmered with nine-colored light, each ray containing profound runes.

An aura unlike anything he had ever felt before emanated from the jade slip.

Ning Rongrong felt the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda within her body resonating wildly as soon as she got closer.

That resonance was like a lost child finding their way home.

"This is……"

"The Nine Treasures Creation Technique"

Gu Fan held the jade slip and twirled it between his fingertips.

"A superior method specifically designed to help those with Glazed Glass Martial Souls break through bottlenecks. Once mastered, your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda will not only break through to the eighth ring, but will also be upgraded to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

"What seven-ring limit? It's nothing compared to this cultivation technique."

Ning Rongrong stared at the rolled-up jade slip, her breathing becoming rapid.

My eyes felt a little hot.

She thought of the elders in the sect sighing repeatedly in their secret chambers.

She thought of the unconcealed worry in her father's eyes every time he watched her cultivate.

It reminded me of the regret that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, despite its thousand-year history, has never been able to produce a Title Douluo.

All of this is because of that damned bottleneck.

And now, the solution is in the hands of this man.

"Give me."

Ning Rongrong reached out her hand.

Gu Fan put the jade slip away and looked at her with a half-smile.

"Young Miss, your attitude isn't quite right."

"If you want something good, you have to be sincere."

Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip.

The arrogance that belonged to the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in her heart now seemed utterly ridiculous.

Their financial resources were crushed to dust, the weakness of their martial spirit was exposed in a single sentence, and the life-saving technique was still in the hands of others.

What does she have to be proud of?

"What...what kind of sincerity do you want?"

Ning Rongrong's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Gu Fan returned to the wooden stake and leaned against it with imposing manner. Crossing your legs.

"My requirements aren't high."

"From today onwards, serve me tea and water, massage my shoulders and legs every day. If you behave well, I'll teach you."

"If your attitude is bad..."

Gu Fan put the jade slip back into his storage ring and clapped his hands.

"I'll just use this thing to prop up the table legs."

Ning Rongrong's eye twitched.

Use the Nine Treasures Creation Technique to support the table legs.

What a heartless and insane spendthrift he must be.

Looking at Gu Fan's face with a faint smile, the last trace of her composure and hesitation crumbled under the threat of such a near-wasteful act.

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath.

She walked up to Gu Fan and bowed respectfully.

"Young master, Rongrong knows she was wrong."

"From now on, Rongrong will definitely serve the young master well, serving tea and water, massaging his shoulders and legs, without any complaints."

The training ground was filled with chatter.

Who would have thought that the arrogant young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would admit defeat so easily?

Xiao Wu gave a thumbs up and muttered something under her breath.

"My brother has taken in another one, that's amazing."

Tang San was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears.

The eldest brother not only enjoys a life of luxury himself, but also makes clear arrangements for others.

This is not exploitation; it is clearly using labor reform to temper Ning Rongrong's Daoist heart.

My brother has put a lot of thought into this.