Chapter 360: Wasted Talk

Chapter 360: Wasted Talk

"It may take a thousand or even ten thousand years before a second one appears?" Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed with disappointment.

He originally thought that if Zhao Ling had a second Qiluo tulip, he would spend a great deal of money to buy it.

After all, if his Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda could be upgraded to the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda like his daughter's, it would mean he could break through the limit of level 79 soul power, achieving the level of Soul Douluo or even Titled Douluo.

The level 79 Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda was already considered the best in terms of support, but if it could reach the level of Titled Douluo, Ning Fengzhi found it hard to imagine how much further it could enhance his strength.

But as he thought about it, he realized that it would be unreasonable if such precious immortal herbs were abundant.

The other party was willing to give such a valuable medicinal herb to his daughter for free, which was clearly very significant.

If the Demon Suppression Douluo were to tell him right now that he had no feelings toward his daughter, Ning Fengzhi wouldn't believe it, even if he were beaten to death.

You don't have any thoughts about my daughter, so why would you give her such a precious immortal herb? Why not give it to me?

After all, we've known each other for so long and can call each other brothers.

In the end, you would rather give this immortal herb to my daughter than to me? Is that reasonable? Of course, Ning Fengzhi didn't mean to complain.

After all, his daughter was only eleven or twelve years old, and now her martial soul had transformed into the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

His daughter's achievements in the future would definitely surpass his own after she took that magical herb.

So he had agreed to let his daughter take the tulip.

But you gave these beautiful tulips to my daughter. Are you greedy for her?

I had planned to give it to you five years ago. How beastly can you be to have such strange thoughts when my precious daughter was so young?

Ning Fengzhi thought about this and stared at Zhao Ling with a strange look, constantly examining him from head to toe.

Zhao Ling sensed the accusatory look in Ning Fengzhi's eyes and felt his face burning.

I am indeed a beast. I've had strange thoughts about other people's daughters as early as six years ago.

Although I've always denied it, I can't refute it.

Zhao Ling awkwardly cleared his throat and said to Ning Fengzhi, "Brother Ning, I'm sorry, but there is really only this one Qiluo tulip. I think it would be better to give it to my niece Rongrong instead of you.

After all, Rongrong is the future of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, right? Zhao has always valued our alliance.

I will give this immortal herb to Rongrong for free, and don't thank me. We are brothers, after all."

"Hehe..." Ning Fengzhi laughed dryly and nodded. "I should thank you. Brother Zhao, you care so much about our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. You must like Rongrong very much, right?

Well, let me think about it. How about... I let Rongrong worship you as her master?"

"What? Let your daughter worship me as her master???"

Zhao Ling was a bit confused. What did Ning Fengzhi mean?

I've already given such a precious medicinal herb to this guy's daughter. He must know my true feelings for Rongrong, right?

Obviously, he knew about it. The way he looked at me just now confirmed that. But why did he bring it up? He's doing this on purpose.

He must have thought that by making his daughter my disciple, it would prevent me from having strange thoughts about her.

Haha, Ning Fengzhi really can't see the situation clearly.

If his family hadn't produced Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing—two traitors who were always thinking of betraying their master and ancestors—maybe he would have been able to think more rationally. But now, with Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing, he's lost all sense of perspective.

Among them, the big-breasted cat Zhu Zhuyun has completely severed that relationship with me, and the little-breasted cat Zhu Zhuqing will eventually follow her sister's lead.

Now, Ning Fengzhi wants to use the relationship between master and disciple to limit my relationship with Rongrong? Zhao Ling felt it was very childish.

Even if this relationship could restrict me, it could never restrict Rongrong.

Didn't he see how much Rongrong wanted to stick to me?

Just as Zhao Ling thought of this, Ning Rongrong, who had her head resting on his arm, burst out laughing.

"Dad, you want me to recognize Brother Ling as my master? Forget it, you don't know.

Eight years ago, Brother Ling accepted two direct disciples from the Netherworld Spirit Cat Family of the Xingluo Empire.

Now they both followed Brother Ling to Tiandou Imperial City. They're sisters, and one of them is my classmate."

Another one—are you sure you want me to have the same kind of physical contact with Brother Ling?"

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo exchanged glances and then all cast beastly looks at Zhao Ling.

How cruel, how cruel.

A pair of sisters have recognized this guy as their master, but he turned the two sisters into a pot?

What else could this man be but a beast?

Zhao Ling felt very troubled. It seemed that his identity as a beast was confirmed in the eyes of Ning Fengzhi and the two guardians.

Forget it; I won't struggle anymore. Sooner or later, I'll get Rongrong.

He didn't care what Ning Fengzhi and the two sect protectors thought of him.

"Well, forget it; let's just forget about the master-disciple relationship."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head slightly. Since the master-disciple relationship couldn't restrain a beast, he might as well just lie down.

"But... Rongrong, Dad still hopes that you can try to keep a certain distance from Brother Ling.

You are still young and not suitable for having a close relationship with him. When you grow up, if you still like Brother Ling, Dad will not stop you."

Hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, Ning Rongrong curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

"Dad, Rongrong knows that she is still young, so she won't do anything out of line with Brother Ling. I just want to hug him, right?"

"Isn't that out of line? Look at you, you're hugging Brother Ling's arm and resting your head on his shoulder. Isn't that out of line?"

Ning Fengzhi covered his face with his hands, feeling embarrassed to watch. Was his daughter really stupid or just pretending?

Ning Rongrong thought for a moment before letting go of Zhao Ling's arm and slowly standing up.

Ning Fengzhi and the two sect protectors breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that this girl had finally realized something was wrong and knew she should keep her distance from the Demon Suppression Douluo.

But what was unexpected was that after she walked in front of Zhao Ling, she actually sat sideways on his lap.

This scene left the three of them stunned. It was all for nothing.

(End of this chapter)