Chapter 4: Little Sword Sword

In the dining room, Jian Douluo and Qin Jian sat side by side.

The food had long since gone cold, but neither of them felt hungry.

"As long as you don't go against your own heart..."

Seeing that Qin Jian's mood was a bit low, Jian Douluo deliberately said in a relaxed tone: "You must win some face for your teacher this time; I've been mocked by Old Gu for three years now."

Qin Jian snapped out of his thoughts, looked up, and said: "Don't worry, Teacher. From now on, I won't lose to Gu Yue again."

Jian Douluo's expression shifted, and he said: "Although you have grasped the realm of My Body as a Sword, your soul power is too low after all, and that Gu Yue already has 15 levels of soul power."

"Then I'll just improve it a bit over these next few days."

Qin Jian looked completely unconcerned.

"Relying on Rongrong?"

Jian Douluo tilted his head and said: "I recall you haven't had any interaction with Rongrong for these past three years, so how will it be effective immediately?"

Qin Jian smiled and said: "Teacher, I haven't written the next drafts for the stories you've been telling Rongrong lately. If she wants to keep listening, she has no choice but to come find me."

Jian Douluo's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but lightly rap Qin Jian on the head: "No wonder you little fellow were so kind and willing to write stories for me to tell; it turns out it wasn't to help me out of a tight spot after all..."

Qin Jian rubbed his head and said with some embarrassment: "It was also for you, Teacher. Weren't you unable to handle Rongrong pestering you those few days?"

Jian Douluo shook his head helplessly: "Fine, do whatever you want to do. Your teacher has only one request."

Qin Jian's expression turned solemn: "Please speak, Teacher."

"No matter when, do not hurt others just for the sake of hurting them. That kind of guilt will torment you for a lifetime," Jian Douluo said.

"Yes, Teacher, I will remember that," Qin Jian said earnestly.

"And one more thing..."

Jian Douluo patted his head and exhorted: "If Rongrong develops true feelings for you and is unable to let go for many years, then after you become a god, you must not fail her. After all, she is our most cherished little princess."

Qin Jian promised: "Very well, Teacher."

This was also what he wanted to do; he naturally wouldn't look back if a relationship ended in a breakup, but if it were a deliberate breakup, he would also want to make amends later...

"Bang."

Just as Qin Jian and Jian Douluo finished speaking, the door to the small building was suddenly pushed open roughly, and a willful girl's voice came through: "Jian Yeye, Jian Yeye, Rongrong wants to hear you tell stories!"

Hearing this, Jian Douluo and Qin Jian could not help but look at each other.

How did she show up on her own just as they were talking about her...

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

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

At this moment, a youth wearing black tight-fitting clothes ran in.

He ran straight toward Ning Rongrong, his face full of fawning.

"Stinky Bone, go away! I don't want to hear your stories, they're boring to death!"

Ning Rongrong lifted her chin and crossed her arms, not even looking at him.

"Stinky Bone..."

The corners of Qin Jian's mouth twitched.

The nicknames this little witch Ning Rongrong came up with were truly beyond words; he hoped she wouldn't give him one...

"Jian Yeye! Jian Yeye! Where are you!"

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

"Coming, coming, Jian Yeye is here..."

Qin Jian glanced sideways at Jian Douluo beside him.

He had been a wooden face just a moment ago, but instantly his face was full of doting smiles as he walked up in two or three steps.

"As expected of the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, look at how you Title Douluo have spoiled her..."

Qin Jian curled his lip, speechless.

Although his teacher was also extremely good to him, he was very strict when it came to cultivation, unlike when he faced Ning Rongrong, where he was afraid she would break if held in his hand, and afraid she would melt if held in his mouth...

And it wasn't just him; the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, from the Sect Master Ning Fengzhi to the two Honorary Elders Gu Douluo and Jian Douluo, were all like this.

That was how Ning Rongrong was raised into a little witch...

"Jian Yeye, hurry and tell Rongrong the story of Zhang Xiaofan. What happened after his identity was exposed? Was he punished by his sect? And Bi Yao, what happened to him and Bi Yao later?"

Ning Rongrong pounced on him impatiently.

Jian Douluo could only catch her. He glanced at Qin Jian, who was walking over slowly, and said: "This, as for what happened later, even Jian Yeye doesn't know..."

"Ah? How can you not know what happens later in the story you're telling, Jian Yeye?"

Ning Rongrong's little mouth pouted, and she began to rub her eyes in a showy manner: "Wuu wuu... Rongrong can't fall asleep without hearing the story... Does Jian Yeye not like Rongrong anymore..."

"No, no... Jian Yeye isn't lying to you," Jian Douluo said in a fluster.

Even though he knew Ning Rongrong was just being willful, Jian Douluo and the others always fell for it.

"This story was written by Jian'er; only he knows the subsequent plot..." Jian Douluo hurriedly pointed at Qin Jian and said.

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

The youth's handsome face made her eyes brighten: "Eh... aren't you Jian Yeye's personal disciple, the one with Innate Full Soul Power but who hasn't improved in three years... um... that... that... Little Sword Sword, right?"

Little Sword Sword...

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

"Oh..."

Ning Rongrong got down from Jian Douluo, leaned in front of him, and said expectantly: "Is that story about Zhang Xiaofan really written by you? Little Sword Sword..."

Qin Jian's face darkened: "It wasn't written by me!"

He turned and walked away: "I'm going to sleep, goodbye!"

The corner of Jian Douluo's mouth could not help but reveal a trace of a smile.

After so long, he finally saw that Qin Jian had at least a little bit of a child's temper.

Just a moment ago, he said he wanted to get close to Ning Rongrong to increase his soul power, yet he broke his composure just because of a nickname.

"Don't go, don't go!"

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes and knew why Qin Jian was like this, so she hurriedly stepped forward to grab his sleeve: "If you tell me the story of Zhang Xiaofan, I won't call you Little Jianjian anymore."

Qin Jian did not even turn his head: "I have no interest in telling you stories."

"Qin Jian, how can you not even agree to Rongrong's request!"

At this moment, Gu Yue, who had been looking displeased, suddenly interjected, causing Ning Rongrong to nod repeatedly: "Exactly, exactly, how can you not agree to Rongrong!"

"I've cultivated for a day and I'm tired, I'm going to rest."

Qin Jian still maintained a heart of iron and stone, walking all the way toward his bedroom.

And because Ning Rongrong was still tugging on his sleeve, she was actually dragged along with him.

"Cultivate? With that soul power of yours that hasn't grown in three years, no matter how you cultivate, isn't it still the same?"

Gu Yue crossed his arms, a look of arrogance appearing on his face: "You still haven't given up after losing to me for three consecutive years? I think you're better suited to telling stories to Rongrong; cultivation is not for you."

Qin Jian suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at Gu Yue.

His gaze was calm, yet it abruptly made Gu Yue feel a trace of pressure.

"Stinky Bone, shut your mouth!"

To Qin Jian's surprise, Ning Rongrong actually turned around at this moment as well, and with her hands on her hips, she said to Gu Yue: "What you just said was too much, you should apologize to Little Jian... mm... to Qin Jian!"

(End of this chapter)