Reborn as Ning Rongrong, So What?

"Father, do you have other plans?" Ning Rongrong tilted her head, a puzzled expression crossing her face. "I'm not interested in coronation ceremonies, and it seems risky."

"Actually, I'd prefer if both Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone accompanied you to Heaven Dou's capital."

"As for Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Senior Dugu alone can defend it."

Though Dugu Bo, at 94th-rank, couldn't match a Super Douluo, only a handful of factions could deploy such power.

Moreover, without an army, even Super Douluo could be overwhelmed. Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had plenty of Soul Masters. Against enemies below Title Douluo, Dugu Bo could bury as many as came.

"Unnecessary." Ning Fengzhi rolled his eyes. "We're not going to fight just visiting my disciple. Besides, I want to settle another matter."

"...Buying cat girls?" Ning Rongrong blinked.

"Yes wait, no!" Dark lines crept across Ning Fengzhi's face. "Stop with these bizarre schemes! I'm talking about your Vice-Patriarch inauguration ceremony. It's time to schedule it."

"I don't care about titles or formal recognition." Ning Rongrong shrugged. "Nothing really changes. No need for public fanfare."

"I care." Ning Fengzhi gritted his teeth.

"Rongrong, your indiscriminate spending on intelligence networks has angered some Soul Douluo elders. They say you're squandering resources and disregarding my authority."

"You need the official Vice-Patriarch title, not just the informal role."

"Those conservatives again." Ning Rongrong sighed. "Why humor them? Push me too far, and I'll unleash Kurumi on them."

Ning Fengzhi: "..."

Would you actually sick a 100,000-year Dark Devilgod Tiger on Soul Douluo?!

Truthfully, the elders' complaints weren't unmanageable.

But Ning Fengzhi wanted to cement Rongrong's position before ambitious junior clan members got ideas.

Beneath her pleasant demeanor, Ning Rongrong was ruthless.

Years ago, to study Soul Rings, she'd repeatedly tortured a near-death Soft Bone Rabbit healing it only to resume slicing until obtaining satisfactory data.

The experiments lasted two years. Even Ning Fengzhi found this chilling, considering Rongrong had just awakened her martial soul then.

Those junior clan members appeared harmonious now, but if provoked, Ning Rongrong would ensure their disappearances left no traces just like a certain infiltrator in Heaven Dou's royalty.

Better to formalize her status preemptively.

"Ahem." Ning Fengzhi coughed. "We'll visit Xue Qinghe in Heaven Dou soon. We'll adapt to developments afterward."

"Fine." Ning Rongrong nodded. "I'll ask Senior Dugu and Sister Yan if they'll accompany us."

With that, she departed.

Ning Rongrong arrived at the remote training grounds where Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo often sparred a vast area suitable for high-level combat.

High above, black and white lights clashed violently.

Both confined their battle to a controlled radius, preventing collateral damage.

"Seven Kill Domain!"

"Darkness Domain!"

Their domains erupted simultaneously.

At equal 97th-rank, Sword Douluo's experience initially seemed to counter Bone Douluo's 100,000-year Soul Ring advantage in this non-lethal duel.

The expanding domains collided like tidal waves.

Crack!

Web-like fractures spiderwebbed across both domains before shattering into dissipating soul power.

As they retreated, Bone Douluo laughed heartily.

"Coward, with my 100,000-year ring, I outlast you! You're slipping!"

"All bark, no bite." Sword Douluo didn't deny it.

Bone Douluo's spatial-darkness abilities combined with impenetrable defense made him frustrating to fight untouchable and elusive.

Even without soul skills, he could blend into shadows or teleport short distances.

"Care to test my final technique?" Sword Douluo challenged. "Flee now if you value your life."

"Interesting. What trick remains?" Bone Douluo thumped his chest confidently.

Pressing Chen Xin's limits felt exhilarating a rare thrill after years of playing second fiddle.

Seeing Sword Douluo's solemnity, Bone Douluo grew serious.

"Higher altitude. I won't risk damaging the sect."

"Bring it, coward!" Bone Douluo shot skyward as a black streak.

Sword Douluo pursued.

Below, Ning Rongrong reached the training grounds.

"Fighting again midair?"

Even her sharp eyes barely discerned their silhouettes.

Sword Douluo's soul power surged exponentially.

Bone Douluo's form blurred under swirling dark energy.

"Is that...?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.

"He succeeded?"

Had Sword Douluo mastered theoretical techniques in mere months?

"Not Ring Explosion, but channeling soul power to a focal point..."

Observing abnormal fluctuations from Sword Douluo's ninth Soul Ring, realization dawned.

She retreated to a safer vantage point.

"Fascinating."

"Grandpa Bone's breakthrough must have pressured him."

"I wonder how this ends."

"Hopefully without fatalities." Her tone held uncertainty.