**Chapter 286: Totally Ugly**

**Chapter 286: Totally Ugly**

The next day, after a good night's sleep, Qian Renxue was personally sent back to the Prince's Residence by Zhao Ling. Of course, when leaving Zhao Ling's mansion, Qian Renxue disguised herself as Xue Qinghe once again.

After escorting her back to the Prince's Mansion, Zhao Ling made his way to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Although the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect no longer had any need for hidden weapons, their relationship with Zhao Ling remained crucial. The two had always been allies, and it was important for him to strengthen this bond.

Several years had passed since the death of the previous leader, and now Ning Fengzhi was the current head of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

When Zhao Ling arrived, the sect's disciples displayed great respect, recognizing him as the strongest being on the Douluo Continent—the number one person under the gods. They felt honored to see him in person.

Given his current strength and reputation, Zhao Ling no longer needed to announce his arrival; he could simply walk through the mountain gates.

At that moment, Ning Fengzhi and two sect protectors were in the courtyard, trying to coax Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. At the tender age of five, Ning Rongrong had yet to awaken her martial soul and didn't need to attend a low-level soul master academy—this was the most carefree period of her life.

When Ning Rongrong saw Zhao Ling, her eyes lit up instantly. Ignoring her father and two grandfathers, she ran toward him with excitement.

She rushed straight to Zhao Ling, hugged his calves, and asked in a baby voice, "Brother Ling, give me a hug. Rongrong wants a hug."

Ning Fengzhi, slightly embarrassed, covered his face. "Rongrong, he is your Uncle Zhao. Don't call him Brother Ling; he's older than your father."

Bone Douluo attempted to correct her as well. "No, no, little Rongrong. He is your Uncle Zhao, not Brother Ling."

"No! Brother Ling is Rongrong's Brother Ling!" Ning Rongrong insisted, turning away from Bone Douluo with a playful expression as she called out to Zhao Ling, "Brother Ling, hug me!"

Zhao Ling felt awkward glancing at Ning Fengzhi and the two protectors, who seemed ready to skewer him with a gaze.

Should he hug the girl or not? If he did, it would surely upset Ning Fengzhi and the sect protectors; but if he didn't, she would likely throw a tantrum.

Finally, Zhao Ling gave in, bending down and picking Ning Rongrong up from the ground. As for whether it upset Ning Fengzhi or the others... Well, if they had the courage, they could try challenging him.

Ning Fengzhi felt downhearted watching Zhao Ling hold his daughter. It wasn't that he minded someone holding Rongrong, but Zhao Ling? His daughter, who had been doted on for so long, was now running to this Demon Suppressing Douluo, who had more than a dozen beauties in his household. He began to wonder if Zhao Ling's intentions were less than honorable.

Yet, despite his concerns, he couldn't help but admire Zhao Ling's appearance; he was now recognized as the best-looking man in Douluo. His daughter was still too young to truly grasp these adult concerns.

Meanwhile, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo shared the same apprehensions. Rongrong was their most cherished granddaughter, and now she was clinging to Zhao Ling. Although they wouldn't dare admit it, they worried that Zhao Ling, with his growing charm, might one day seduce their precious granddaughter.

"Rongrong, you're a beautiful lady now. Don't drool when you see a handsome guy," Zhao Ling said with a smile, wiping the corner of her mouth with a silk handkerchief.

"I'm not afraid," Ning Rongrong replied nonchalantly. "Rongrong isn't a lady anyway. Besides, who can be as handsome as Brother Ling? My father is good-looking, but compared to Brother Ling, he's... well, ordinary."

Ning Fengzhi's expression shifted from dismay to complete exasperation. His daughter had just compared him—her father—to Zhao Ling, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Ahem," Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo stifled their laughter, glancing at Ning Fengzhi with amusement. "At least Rongrong is sensible and doesn't act like those two old fools or that Demon Suppressing Douluo. Otherwise, we'd have lost face completely."

However, their smiles faltered when Ning Rongrong added, "Even my father is mediocre compared to you, and Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Gu... compared to you, they're ugly and boring."

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