In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

Although Lin Yan couldn't discern the depth of his intentions, he was determined to avenge this grudge!

After all, he had the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School behind him. That was his confidence.

Besides, who ever does work willingly?

Rongrong, that poor child, must have been traumatized by abuse.

He said in a deep voice, "Rongrong, it's Grandpa Jian's fault for not protecting you properly. Don't be afraid, Grandpa Jian will definitely give you an explanation! From now on, we won't work anymore, Grandpa Jian promises, from now on..."

I absolutely won't let you do any work anymore!

"What explanation do you want? Mr. Lin gave me an opportunity, even a chance to become a god. Don't ruin it!"

Ning Rongrong was getting anxious, eager to prove herself. She took out several kinds of fruit from her spatial soul tool and said with a boastful look, "This apple, I got it while washing dishes the day before yesterday."

"This pear was a reward for cleaning yesterday morning. Oh, and Grandpa Jian, this orange was a reward for boiling bathwater for Mr. Lin last night!"

At the same time, she placed several pieces of fruit on the tray.

“I get a reward every time I finish my chores. I even got an apple yesterday from sweeping the floor. But I couldn’t resist and ate it. I can’t bear to eat this one.”

Sword Douluo looked at the fruit in Ning Rongrong's hand, his heart clenched painfully, and he looked away, unable to bear to look.

They can't even bear to eat a piece of fruit?

Just how much injustice have you suffered?

Lin Yan is inhuman!

Sword Douluo was so heartbroken he could hardly breathe, and his overwhelming anger solidified into a tangible form, flashing with murderous intent.

"This is the greatest insult to my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

"Grandpa Jian..."

"Crack!"

Before him, several fruits were instantly framed by an invisible sword intent.

"What are you going to do?!"

Ning Rongrong exclaimed in surprise, unleashing all her soul power.

But she was still too late.

Of the fruit on the tray, she only managed to snatch back a few segments of oranges. The rest were annihilated by the sword energy, leaving not even a trace.

"My fruit!"

Ning Rongrong was furious, her eyes red, and she shouted, "You have to compensate me!"

"Level 30 Soul Power!?"

The focus of the Sword Douluo's attention, however, fell on Ning Rongrong. His pupils suddenly contracted.

"You've reached level 30 in just a few days? You truly deserve to be called a genius of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! Your father and Old Bone will be overjoyed if they hear this news."

However, Ning Rongrong revealed her witch-like nature at this moment. Ignoring everything else, she rushed forward and began tugging at Jian Dou Luo Yi, shouting, "You owe me! You owe me right now!"

"Alright, alright, back at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, you can have anything you want!"

Ning Rongrong was so anxious that tears were almost falling. "What nonsense! I just want my apple!"

Sword Master was dumbfounded. Was it really necessary to set an apple on fire like that?

So he looked at Flander helplessly.

To everyone's surprise, Flander also looked heartbroken.

He was furious but dared not speak out!

The opportunity... *snap*... is gone.

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but burst into tears: "You can't even afford this fruit, sob sob sob..."

"Nonsense! My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is known as the richest sect in the world. We may not have everything else, but we have a ton of treasures. The world is vast, what don't we have?"

Sword Douluo quickly reassured him, waving his hand arrogantly, "It's just a few small fruits. Don't worry, I can afford it. You can eat as much as you want from now on."

"You're bragging." Ning Rongrong frowned, took out half an orange, broke it open, and handed it to Sword Douluo. "You should try it first."

"Good, good, I'll try it now. The little princess has grown up and even knows how to peel oranges for her grandpa."

Swordsman finally smiled and casually popped an orange into his mouth. "Mmm, delicious...mmm?"

His pupils widened suddenly.

Like a bolt from the blue.

Because, if just one segment of an orange were to transform into a torrent of soul power, it would be equivalent to a month of his arduous cultivation.

How could this happen?

What did I just do?

I destroyed an apple, half an orange, a banana, and several grapes!

孽 孽!

Swordmaster really wanted to slap himself twice.

however.

Just then, the people in the front hall felt a strong gust of wind.

Then, a streak of red light flashed by.

This is a big, bright red dog.

"Three...three-headed Crimson Demon Hound! What are you doing here!"

Swordsman let out a strange cry. This is a nightmare.

Back when I was full of vigor and ambition, I encountered this overlord of soul beasts.

"So it's you, you old codger. I was wondering why you looked so familiar. But let me tell you, I've got this territory under my control. So behave yourself and don't offend my master."

"Huh? Otherwise, not only you, but even your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School wouldn't need to exist."

Dahei's words struck Sword Douluo like a thunderclap, bringing him to his senses.

"Grandpa Jian, do you believe me now?" Ning Rongrong said crisply.

"Huh? Grandpa Sword? Rongrong actually called that old man Grandpa Sword?"

Coincidentally, Lin Yan was passing by when he temporarily put down his work because of some things, and he heard Ning Rongrong say those words.

Then I must see for myself.

Stepping into the front hall, Lin Yan finally took a closer look at Sword Douluo's appearance.

White clothes and white hair, detached from worldly affairs, indeed fits the image of Sword Douluo very well.

"Swordsman, I have long admired your name."

Lin Yan, in an extremely social manner, clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"I'm a few years older, but it's not worth mentioning."

A tremendous wave of emotion surged within Sword Douluo's heart.

He had previously thought that Lin Yan had obtained the divine water by chance. Flander had exaggerated Lin Yan's true strength.

However, his opinion of Lin Yan has now changed drastically.

The owner of the three-headed red demon mastiff must be someone extraordinary.

If Flander were to say it, he wouldn't have the slightest doubt!

That son of a bitch Flander must know about this; he just wants to make me look bad on purpose.

But now is not the time to worry about that. Business is more important.

Sword Douluo said, "This time, I've come to take Rongrong back."

"Of course, that's no problem." Lin Yan's eyes lit up. He quickly agreed.

This little devil is seriously affecting the quality of life for me and my disciple Qing'er.

However, this little devil is incredibly difficult to deal with. Even if you make her do chores and don't give her food, you still can't get rid of her.

"No, I don't want to go back."

As expected, Ning Rongrong was the first to object.

Then, she said something surprising: "Grandpa Sword, I've made up my mind. I want to become Lin Yan's apprentice!"

After these words were spoken, a hush fell over the room.

Zhu Zhuqing instinctively reached for a kitchen knife. "I knew it! This is a crisis!"

"Miss Ning is joking. To actually become my disciple? This is unacceptable, unacceptable!"

Lin Yan quickly refused. Was this some kind of joke?

Zhu Zhuqing is out of the question. But Ning Rongrong is the kind of little princess who's really into experiencing life.

You can't hit her, you can't yell at her, and you certainly can't treat her like a slave.

Furthermore, regarding the true teachings of disciples, he was all alone.

First, it wasn't as wealthy as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Second, it didn't have any powerful figures protecting it. And it wasn't even a Soul Master itself.

What should we use to teach? Isn't that misleading young people?

But little did he know, when he cast a pleading look at Sword Douluo...

Sword Douluo was slightly taken aback. "Why are you looking at me like that, boss? How could I dare to teach you how to do things?"

However, Sword Douluo was clever enough to pretend he didn't see it.

Lin Yan immediately understood.

That old man is really cunning. He actually left the difficult problems to himself!

Chapter Thirty-One: I Really Don't Understand Swordsmanship