Today was a rest day at the Special Training Camp. Ning Tianchen and Ning Rongrong came together to the streets of Tiandou City.
"Tianchen gege, you've been training these past few days and haven't played with Rongrong at all. Rongrong doesn't care, today we must have fun to the fullest!" Ning Rongrong bounced along the street, her face full of happiness and joy.
Ning Tianchen smiled softly, "Alright, alright, today we'll have a good time."
If he started lecturing her right away, Rongrong definitely wouldn't listen. It was better to wait until she had her fun before talking.
Ning Tianchen felt a bit helpless—he felt like he had become Rongrong's babysitter.
However, this little rich girl was also generous. Whenever she saw delicious food, she would buy a lot. Whatever she couldn't finish, she would hand over to Ning Tianchen.
Ning Tianchen stored these foods in his soul device and "bribed" others during soul battles or the special training camp, gaining many benefits.
Now, Ning Rongrong's little devilish personality had started to show, but she knew where to draw the line. She wasn't as inherently bad as Flandre, who was bad to the bone.
Since Ning Tianchen was her best friend, he definitely wouldn't let those guys from Shrek Academy pua (psychologically manipulate) Ning Rongrong again.
Originally, in another timeline, such methods might have been the best way to change Ning Rongrong. But now that Ning Tianchen was here, there was no need for Shrek Academy to "train" her anymore.
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The two wandered around the streets for a long time.
For some reason, Ning Rongrong was indulging in retaliatory shopping. Almost every time she saw something interesting, she would buy a lot of it.
"Rongrong, you can't keep doing this. If you buy any more, my soul device won't have enough space," Ning Tianchen gently warned her without lecturing directly.
Ning Rongrong scratched her head and laughed, "Oh, is that so? Then I'll buy a little less."
"Boss, I want this one, and also that one."
"In just a short while, you've spent tens of thousands of gold soul coins," Ning Tianchen sighed helplessly.
It was only because the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was wealthy, and Ning Rongrong was Ning Fengzhi's treasured daughter. In any other family, who could afford to let her spend so freely?
While he was still lost in thought, a gentle voice came over: "Little miss, this pendant is similar to my Martial Soul. Could you give me one?"
Looking up, they saw a boy around fourteen or fifteen years old. The blue training uniform bore a family crest on his chest.
"Tiandou City's Feng family… Could he be Feng Xiaotian?" Ning Tianchen guessed in his heart.
Ning Rongrong looked at him as if asking for his opinion.
Ning Tianchen nodded slightly and then cupped his hands, saying, "Big brother, may I ask who you are?"
The boy smiled, "Hello, my name is Feng Xiaotian."
Sure enough.
Ning Tianchen replied, "I'm Ning Tianchen, and this is my friend Ning Rongrong."
"Ah? You're Ning Tianchen?" Feng Xiaotian exclaimed.
The Ning family disciples appearing in Tiandou City, along with their fine clothing, made Feng Xiaotian certain that they were disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
"Ah? Feng brother knows me?" Ning Tianchen scratched his head awkwardly.
In his previous life, whether reading novels or watching anime, his impression of Feng Xiaotian was good. Feng Xiaotian was someone he could definitely befriend.
Feng Xiaotian explained, "This is my first time meeting you both. But your names are deeply impressed on me."
"Ning Rongrong, your innate soul power has reached level nine. You are already the highest innate auxiliary-type soul master to appear in nearly a hundred years."
Ning Rongrong placed her hands on her hips, thoroughly enjoying the praise.
After the awakening of their Martial Souls, although the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect never announced it publicly, the major powers in Tiandou City were aware. Correspondingly, when geniuses appeared in other powers, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect would also know.
The major powers communicated talent identities to each other. As long as the relations between two major powers were not irreparably hostile, they would not attack each other's geniuses.
This was a form of tacit protection for talents.
"Brother Feng, you are also a full innate soul power genius. Your praise is too generous," Ning Tianchen cupped his hands slightly.
Feng Xiaotian waved his hand, "You and I are somewhat fated. When you grow a little older, perhaps we can have a sparring match."
Ning Tianchen was more than willing—sparring with a genius like Feng Xiaotian was something he greatly desired.
"I wonder what level your soul power is now? If the gap between us is too large, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn from you in the future."
In the original story, Feng Xiaotian was only level 43 soul power at age 24.
No one knew how he trained—being an innate full soul power soul master, his cultivation was surprisingly weak.
Feng Xiaotian said calmly, "My current soul power level is thirty-six. However, I've recently been focusing on developing my own unique soul technique, so my soul power advancement has slowed down quite a bit."
So, in the past eight years or so, you've only increased your soul power by seven levels? Even subtracting one level from absorbing soul rings, you don't even manage to advance one level per year? Ning Tianchen mentally grumbled.
He couldn't understand what kind of force made Feng Xiaotian willing to give up improving his soul power just to focus on developing his own soul technique.
After hearing this, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but cover her mouth. "Oh my, Brother Xiaotian is actually going to research his own soul technique."
Feng Xiaotian smiled and replied, "Little sister Rongrong, I've just started researching it. I estimate it will take another two or three years before I complete it."
After taking the pendant he wanted from Ning Rongrong, Feng Xiaotian said goodbye: "I won't disturb your fun any longer. I happen to have some things to do as well. Let's part here."
"See you when you have time," Ning Tianchen and Ning Rongrong waved goodbye.
After Feng Xiaotian left, Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Tianchen with envy. "Brother Tianchen, I didn't expect there to be a genius like Brother Xiaotian besides you. But in Rongrong's heart, you're still the best."
Ning Tianchen scratched her nose gently and said softly, "But creating your own soul technique isn't so easy to cultivate. Techniques like the sect's distraction control, and the swordsmanship taught to me by the Sword Guardian, are results of continuous accumulation and refinement over many generations."
"I guess Feng Xiaotian will have to spend a lot of time cultivating his unique soul technique."
Although Ning Rongrong didn't fully understand, she nodded in agreement with Ning Tianchen.
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After playing all day, Ning Rongrong was holding quite a lot of snacks, eating as she walked.
Ning Tianchen knew this was the best time to give her some advice.
His expression suddenly turned serious.
"What's wrong, Brother Tianchen? Your face looks just like the teachers at the special training camp," Ning Rongrong couldn't help but laugh.
Ning Tianchen said sternly, "Rongrong, did you offend the teacher?"
Mentioning teachers, Ning Rongrong pouted, "Rongrong doesn't want their teaching. Those teachers are much weaker than Dad. Rongrong only wants Dad to teach."
Ning Tianchen continued, "Rongrong, you are the future sect leader. Have you ever seen a sect leader arbitrarily show a bad attitude toward the sect disciples?"
This question stumped Ning Rongrong.
She recalled in her mind and seemed to only remember her father encouraging the sect disciples, never harshly criticizing anyone.
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