Chapter 238: Ning Fengzhi: The Betrothal Gift Is Truly Fragrant

238. Chapter 238 Ning Fengzhi: The Betrothal Gift Is Truly Fragrant

"What's the matter?"

Qianxunji murmured, turning his gaze to Ning Rongrong, and said slowly:

"I have long heard that the eldest princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong, is beautiful and charming, playful and cute. His Holiness the Pope has been eyeing her for a while, so today I have come specially to ask Sect Master Ning for your daughter's hand in marriage."

"What? You want to marry my daughter?" Ning Fengzhi's face showed surprise upon hearing this; since Qianxunji entered the hall, he had been wondering what scheme Qianxunji was up to.

But no matter how he thought, he never imagined that Qianxunji had come to marry his daughter.

Logically speaking, given Qianxunji's status and strength, he is more than worthy of his daughter.

However, he knew that Qianxunji had three wives and four concubines, and was already in his fifties, approaching sixty.

Such an age, even a few years older than him.

He only had this precious daughter, Ning Rongrong, and he knew his daughter was proud and haughty, absolutely unwilling to marry a man with three wives and four concubines.

However, Qianxunji's strength is too great; even the Sea God is no match for him. If he directly refused Qianxunji, should he anger the latter, it would be possible to annihilate his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect on the spot.

It seems he cannot refuse; he can only have Rongrong refuse.

In Ning Fengzhi's view, as long as Rongrong refuses, a Divine Abode like Qianxunji would certainly not lay a hand on a girl, after all it would be unsightly and unpleasant to say; this way he could preserve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Thus, Ning Fengzhi first bowed respectfully to Qianxunji and said:

"Your Holiness the Pope, I cannot decide this matter; I must ask my Rongrong."

"Go ahead." Qianxunji waved his hand, appearing nonchalant.

Ning Fengzhi then turned his gaze to Ning Rongrong and asked:

"Rongrong, are you willing to marry the Spirit Hall's Pope Qianxunji?"

"Of course, you don't need to think too much; just speak your true feelings."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong raised her head and glanced at Qianxunji.

"He's so handsome; I just want to rush over and kiss him twice."

Qianxunji also turned his gaze to Ning Rongrong.

"Wow, what captivating eyes, what profound pupils."

Ning Rongrong gazed at Qianxunji with burning fervor, wishing to embrace him and kiss him twice.

Suddenly, Ning Rongrong saw Qianxunji wink at her; her whole body jolted as if struck by electricity, trembling slightly, her face flushing, her alluring form writhing faintly.

Next, Ning Rongrong turned her gaze to Ning Fengzhi, smiling as she said:

"Dad, I want to marry Qianxunji; in this lifetime I have decided on him."

"Ah?"

Ning Fengzhi: "??????"

Ning Fengzhi rubbed his ears hard, as if thinking he had misheard.

He had prepared for Ning Rongrong to say she did not want to marry Qianxunji, and then he would apologize to Qianxunji.

But what he didn't expect was that his daughter actually said she would marry Qianxunji.

Moreover, Ning Fengzhi knew his daughter well; he knew Rongrong's agreement was not due to fear of Qianxunji's strength, but genuine affection.

This, this, this?

How could Qianxunji possibly deserve to make his daughter fall in love at first sight?

Ning Fengzhi couldn't understand, really couldn't understand.

However, when Ning Fengzhi looked at Qianxunji's heaven-defying handsome face, he seemed to know the answer.

"Damn, being this handsome for what? It's making my daughter leave me."

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi's face was full of bewilderment.

I had thought his daughter would refuse Qianxunji, but Rongrong directly agreed.

At this moment, looking at Qianxunji, he truly didn't know what to say.

Qianxunji saw Ning Fengzhi's bewildered look and quickly said:

"Sect Master Ning, since Rongrong has agreed to marry me, we are mutually affectionate; surely you will bless our union."

"This, this?" Ning Fengzhi's face was full of reluctance, feeling a hundred times worse than losing a kidney.

He had painstakingly raised his daughter, and now she was about to leave him, making him truly anguished.

However, his daughter has already agreed, and besides Qianxunji's three wives and four concubines, in terms of appearance and ability he is unmatched on the continent.

Moreover, it is said that Qianxunji treats each of his women extremely well, giving them a peach-blossom complexion and a ruddy glow, and he has already fathered several children.

"Alas!"

Ning Fengzhi sighed and looked at Qianxunji, then said slowly:

"Your Holiness the Pope, since Rongrong has agreed, I will entrust her to you."

Upon hearing this, Qianxunji heartily patted Ning Fengzhi's shoulder and said:

"Sect Master Ning, rest assured, I will surely take good care of Rongrong, treating her very well…… very well!"

Ning Fengzhi felt Qianxunji patting his shoulder, thinking to himself, I am now your father-in-law; do you really pat my shoulder like that? Believe it or not, I could slap you to death with one palm.

However, thinking of Qianxunji's terrifying strength and that he is several years older, Ning Fengzhi dared not say anything, and thus said:

"Hmm, then I can rest easy."

At this moment, Qianxunji directly reached out and took Ning Rongrong's small hand, feeling it soft and tender, then said to Ning Fengzhi:

"Sect Master Ning, then I will take Rongrong away to the Spirit Hall."

"Wait." Ning Fengzhi looked at Qianxunji speechlessly and said:

"Your Holiness the Pope, aren't you supposed to marry Rongrong?"

"Hmm." Qianxunji gave an affirmative hum.

Ning Fengzhi raised his eyebrows and said:

"Since you want to marry my daughter, you should present a betrothal gift and set an auspicious day to take her home."

Qianxunji slapped Ning Rongrong's perky butt and said:

"Look at my memory, I nearly forgot this."

Next, Qianxunji took out a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring from his Small World and handed it to Ning Fengzhi, saying:

"Here, this is my betrothal gift."

"Ten, a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring?" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed, his eyes locked on the ten-thousand-year Soul Ring in his hand.

One must know, a Title Douluo with a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring is far stronger than one without.

Even though their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is one of the Three Upper Sects and possesses two Title Douluo, Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo, they still have no ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.

One can imagine the preciousness of a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.

At this moment, even the Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo behind him stared at the ten-thousand-year Soul Ring in Ning Fengzhi's hand, their eyes blazing.

What a grand gesture, really a big arm!

As a betrothal gift, this ten-thousand-year Soul Ring left Ning Fengzhi very satisfied, and the Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo also very satisfied.

The three exchanged a glance and nodded at each other.

However, the ten-thousand-year Soul Ring is so precious; although he greatly desired it, if he simply accepted it outright, wouldn't that appear greedy?

Thus, Ning Fengzhi handed the ten-thousand-year Soul Ring to Qianxunji, saying:

"His Holiness the Pope, this ten-thousand-year Soul Ring is too precious; please take it back and replace it with another betrothal gift."

While saying this, Ning Fengzhi clenched his hands tightly around the ten-thousand-year Soul Ring, gripping it like iron claws.

(End of Chapter)