In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 213 Ning Qingyun: Grandpa Sword, do you understand swords?

"Hmph, not bad."

In response, Dugu Bo merely raised his head slightly, his gaze distant, adopting the demeanor of an unfathomable and powerful figure.

Wang Zhao: ...Is this what an old tsundere is like?

Dugu Bo glanced at him, then said in a telepathic voice, "If it were a real battle or a life-or-death struggle, I'm confident I could defeat that old man, but taking his life won't be easy."

"What's the big deal?"

Wang Zhao simply smiled and shook his head, showing no surprise whatsoever.

After all, all Soul Masters who have reached the Title Douluo level are strong people who have experienced many trials and tribulations. They have countless ways to protect themselves. Unless they are being hunted down by someone as close to a god as Qian Daoliu, they are basically very difficult to kill.

As for the titled Douluo who perished in the original story, they either encountered beings like gods who could deliver a devastating blow, or they had reservations.

For example, in the original timeline, Yu Yuanzhen would have faced the Spirit Hall's powerful figures head-on in order to protect the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and his own pride as a dragon during the Spirit Hall's Soul Hunting Plan, ultimately being surrounded and killed...

Before long, Ning Rongrong's birthday banquet finally began in a lively and bustling manner.

The little girl, who looked like a princess, was surrounded by the crowd, and her joyful smile never faded. Then, Wang Zhao, Dugu Bo, the three giants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and finally the little protagonist of today, Ning Rongrong, sat around a banquet. There were two seats that were originally prepared for Xue Xing and Xue Beng of the Heaven Dou Royal Family, but now they had to be put aside and the seats had to be removed.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong sat in the main seat, with her father Ning Fengzhi on her left and right, and Wang Zhao, whom she had verbally acknowledged as her "palace master brother".

She chatted happily with those around her, creating a warm and cozy scene. While Ning Fengzhi was chatting and laughing with his daughter, he would also occasionally talk to Wang Zhao about lighthearted topics to build a closer relationship.

Sword and Bone Douluo were subtly observing Wang Zhao from time to time, then glancing at Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong, their beloved granddaughter. Seeing the three chatting so enthusiastically, they couldn't help but feel a little jealous, like children. They pursed their lips but didn't say anything. After exchanging glances, they pulled Dugu Bo, who was drinking, over for a chat.

Before they knew it, night fell, and the birthday banquet, which could be described as "full of wonderful moments," came to an end. The guests bid farewell with smiles and left one after another.

After today, Tiandou City and even the entire continent will likely be bustling for quite some time.

Many people secretly thought to themselves that today's birthday party was definitely worth it.

Outside the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Rongrong was tugging at Wang Zhao's sleeve to say goodbye.

"Brother Palace Master, when will we meet again?"

The little girl said with some reluctance.

"Anytime is fine."

Wang Zhao smiled warmly, patted her little head, and then looked at Ning Fengzhi standing behind Ning Rongrong.

"As long as Sect Leader Ning agrees, you can come to the Dragon King Palace to find me. The Dragon King Palace welcomes you anytime."

"father……"

The little girl then looked at Ning Fengzhi, her eyes filled with pitiful sorrow.

Ning Fengzhi smiled and said, "Where does the little princess want to go? Would her father stop her?"

Hehe~

She then smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Soon after, accompanied by a breathtaking dragon's roar, a magnificent platinum dragon soared into the sky and disappeared into the distance.

Ning Fengzhi watched Wang Zhao and Dugu Bo's departing figures with a leisurely gaze. What he didn't notice was that Ning Qingyun, who was beside him, had also become somewhat deep in her eyes. She was also looking in the direction where the platinum dragon had gone. Suddenly, as if she realized something, she turned her head slightly.

What they could see was somewhere within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

……

Night deepened.

The moon is bright and the stars are few; a gentle breeze is blowing.

On the eaves of a courtyard, Chen Xin sat cross-legged quietly, the Seven Kill Sword of Martial Soul resting on his lap. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his gaze somewhat leisurely and quiet, gradually drifting into a daze.

"Grandpa Jian, why are you sitting upstairs so late?"

Suddenly, a clear and familiar voice brought Chen Xin back to his senses. Chen Xin was stunned for a moment and looked down to see Ning Rongrong, who was wearing a small floral dress and carrying a wooden sword on her back, opening the courtyard gate and walking in.

"Rongrong? What brings you here?"

Chen Xin couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"I couldn't sleep just now, so I thought I'd practice my sword before going to bed. But I saw you sitting on the roof from afar, so I came over to take a look."

"Oh……"

Chen Xin nodded slowly, then leaped down into the courtyard and landed in front of Ning Qingyun. He reached out to rub her head, but Ning Qingyun subtly avoided it.

Chen Xin's eyes flickered slightly, and he casually withdrew his hand. Then, as usual, he said gently, "Grandpa Jian is fine and will be going to bed soon. Rongrong, you should go to bed early too, or you'll be sleeping until the sun is high in the sky tomorrow."

Ning Qingyun frowned slightly upon hearing this, shook her head, and raised the wooden sword in her hand.

"Wait a minute, Grandpa Sword, can you tell me what a sword is?"

She suddenly asked.

Chen Xin was taken aback, but didn't ask her why she was asking that. Instead, after thinking for a moment, she said eloquently:

"A long, narrow shape with a pointed front, two sharp edges, a ridge in the middle, and a short handle can be called a sword."

Ning Qingyun shook her head again.

"This is the shape of a sword, not a sword."

"Oh?"

Chen Xin's gaze turned serious.

"So, Rongrong, what do you think a sword is?"

"have no idea."

Ning Qingyun only said...

"You all know I love swordsmanship, but when you, Grandpa Sword, wanted to teach me before, I refused, saying I was just playing around and didn't want to study seriously. So I just kept figuring things out on my own, and suddenly I realized that swordsmanship isn't as simple as it seems, just swinging, thrusting, and slashing..."

"I'm not old enough to awaken my martial spirit, so naturally I don't have any soul power."

"Under such circumstances, I often fantasize."

She slowly raised the wooden sword in her hand, her gaze not sharp, but unusually clear and bright as she looked at a rock not far away.

"Can a wooden sword split mountains and cleave rocks?"

"Um?!"

Chen Xin's spirits lifted, as if he had suddenly grasped something ethereal yet crucial.

He couldn't help but ask, somewhat excitedly, "Rongrong, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Ning Qingyun didn't immediately reply to Chen Xin. Instead, she slowly took a few steps back to create some distance between them. Then, she raised her wooden sword and, under Chen Xin's questioning gaze, spoke clearly:

"Grandpa Sword, do you know anything about swords?"

"I challenge you to a sword duel!"

call!

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept through the courtyard, lifting the young girl's long, black hair and causing her dress to rustle. The bright moonlight elongated her shadow, revealing a touch of extraordinary grace.

(End of this chapter)