Ning Rongrong's eyes curved with joy, and she said with a smile, "Daddy, Rongrong wasn't wrong about him, was she? Just now you were saying that someone had no taste."
"Humph!"
Seeing the man she liked being so heroic and peerless, the bright girl's heart was as sweet as if covered in honey. She pouted and looked at her father, just like a proud little princess.
Ning Fengzhi could no longer care about his embarrassment, his breath becoming rapid with excitement.
"Daughter, you tell daddy, is his name Luo Yu?!"
Ning Rongrong, puzzled, said, "Daddy, calm down for a second, relax a little~"
Ning Fengzhi tugged at the corner of his mouth, shaking his head repeatedly.
Not excited?
How could he not be excited?
He had been frazzled lately because of the genius appearing in the Martial Soul Hall.
All day long, he was consumed with worries, pondering strategies for the future.
To think that the potential son-in-law his daughter found for him turned out to be the very genius he feared most?
It was like finding what one had sought far and wide just underfoot, and he had actually stumbled upon him here.
"You tell daddy, is his name Luo Yu or not?"
Ning Fengzhi could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart, his hands trembling as he gripped his daughter's shoulders.
"Brother Yu is from the Luo family!"
Upon receiving his daughter's affirmative response, Ning Fengzhi's heart bloomed with joy in an instant.
It felt as if the dark clouds that had been lingering in his heart were instantly dispersed by endless light.
Exaggerated?
Not at all exaggerated.
Ever since he learned of Luo Yu's talent, Ning Fengzhi had felt like there was a guillotine hanging over his neck.
If the other party would have had malicious intentions after growing stronger, the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect would surely perish.
But to his utmost surprise, the enemy he deemed most terrifying had become one of his own in the end.
Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, as if he had gone from hell to heaven.
Ning Fengzhi wished he could immediately laugh out loud to the sky thrice to express his inner relief.
But soon, he composed himself.
For now was not the time to be happy.
He had spoken so rudely before, he might have already offended them.
He must now think of a way to make amends.
If this precious son-in-law were to go to someone else's family, he would regret it so much he'd cry his eyes out.
Ning Fengzhi dashed forward with the fastest speed he had ever mustered in his life.
He moved into the arena and stood directly in front of Luo Yu.
Without a word, he deeply bowed, bending to ninety degrees.
"???"
Luo Yu, who had just retracted his Martial Soul, saw Ning Fengzhi rushing in front of him, adopting a very humble posture.
He was immediately baffled—what was going on?
A father-in-law bowing to his son-in-law?
Ah ha?
Ning Fengzhi remained bowed, his voice sincere, "Young friend Luo Yu, I was blind to the treasure before me, and I now apologize sincerely. Please be magnanimous and forgive me."
Luo Yu's lips twitched.
Did he praise Ning Fengzhi for his ability to turn with the wind?
Or his capacity to be flexible?
Truth be told, he had previously had a decent impression of Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo. They hadn't said anything overly harsh and certainly hadn't made any aggressive moves.
They were just overly protective of Ning Rongrong.
"Sect Master Ning, please get up," Luo Yu said.
Ning Fengzhi did not rise, "I truly misspoke earlier, Luo Yu. Forgive me and then I will stand."
Seeing Ning Fengzhi like this, the crowd around felt incredibly surreal.
This was the master of one of the upper three families, a man of high status who commanded countless Soul Masters.
Even Titled Douluo would respectfully address him as Sect Master Ning.
And now, he was bowing with no regard for his dignity, apologizing to a young man?
Dai Mubai and Oscar, who had rushed over, couldn't express their shock.
In their hearts, becoming someone like Ning Fengzhi was already a lifetime's goal; yet now, Luo Yu had already surpassed it and earned the respect of this supreme powerhouse.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged glances, each seeing the injuries on the other, and could not help but give a bitter smile of shared misery.
They understood their Sect Master's actions.
For a Great Sect, earning the favor of such a monstrous talent was worth losing face—how much could dignity be worth anyway?
The scene before them pleased Flander and Zhao Wuji immensely.
Thinking back to how these three prestigious figures had visited Shrek Academy, scaring them into barely speaking aloud.
Now they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Luo Yu had won them immense respect; they had never experienced such glory in their lives.
Later, when boasting about the past, they could say that even the Sect Master of the upper three families had bowed and genuflected before the disciples of their academy, worshiping them as ancestors.
You don't slap a smiling face, especially when the apology was so sincere.
Luo Yu held out his hands to his shoulders, helping him up.
"Sect Master Ning, please get up, you are an elder after all."
"Rongrong is watching, too."
"You don't blame me anymore?" Ning Fengzhi asked with a look of astonishment.
He had thought that a genius like Luo Yu, having previously been underestimated, would certainly take this opportunity to make things difficult for them, or at least mock and ridicule them a few times, but none of this happened.
Luo Yu chuckled, "It's human nature, understandable."
Ning Fengzhi stared blankly at the faint smile on Luo Yu's face.
He felt something beyond strength in the other person, a maturity typically found in mature men, but now it was emerging in a young man.
This scene also made many observers nod silently in agreement.
Sword Douluo whispered to Bone Douluo, "Such extraordinary talent, yet he still remains humble and generous. He really makes me lament."
Bone Douluo nodded with a somewhat wistful expression.
"Yes, his calm temperament is even more surprising than his talent. It's hard to imagine such a perfect prodigy existing, making us older generations seem redundant."
In a situation where everyone was happy, Ning Rongrong was naturally the happiest, her lips curling into a sweet smile.
"Brother Yu is the best, for sure. He forgave Daddy because he felt sorry for Rongrong."
Luo Yu looked at Ning Fengzhi's eager eyes and stepped back, as if in distaste.
He called out to the quiet and serene beauty in the white dress at his side.
"Lingling."
"What is it, Brother Yu?"
"Help heal the two seniors, Sword and Bone."
"Okay." Ye Lingling replied softly and obediently.
Ning Fengzhi raised his hand to stop her, "Luo Yu, my son-in-law, there's no need to trouble your friend. My Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda is more than sufficient for healing support."
"Son-in-law?" Luo Yu looked bemused. Had he changed his tune so quickly?
"Dad! What are you talking about? Yu and I aren't married yet~" Ning Rongrong stamped her feet repeatedly, her face turning red with embarrassment, "You're embarrassing me."
Ning Fengzhi coughed, "Isn't it just a matter of time?"
Ning Rongrong made a face, "That doesn't mean you can call him that now."
"It's more affectionate to call him son-in-law," Ning Fengzhi said cheerfully.
Now, when he looked at Luo Yu, everything about him seemed pleasing to the eye, even more so than his own beloved daughter.
If the situation were different, he wished they could get married right then and there.
"No, you can't call him that now," Ning Rongrong insisted, blushing.
The surrounding girls each showed different expressions, feeling a mix of emotions and jealousy flaring up.
Ning Fengzhi had no choice but to give up and was about to heal the two elders when Luo Yu raised his hand to stop him.
"Head Ning, let the professionals handle professional matters."
"You take a rest; let Lingling treat the two seniors."
Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened, "Am I not professional enough when it comes to support?"
"Son-in-law… no, Young Friend Luo Yu!"
"I may be good at fighting, but if we talk about support, I'm still quite confident."
"If I claim to be second best in the world, no one would dare claim to be the first…"
Ning Fengzhi's remaining words got stuck in his throat, unable to come out, as he was shocked by the scene before him.
The girl smiled as she raised her hand, and a white glow emerged, carrying the scent of begonias.
Two begonia petals, brimming with vitality, landed on Sword and Bone Douluo.
Their injuries visibly healed at a rapid pace.
The two Douluos looked at Ye Lingling in amazement, shocked by her healing abilities.
Luo Yu inquired, "Head Ning, what were you saying just now? I didn't quite catch it."
Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched, feeling a pang of embarrassment, his heart fluttering with unease.
Couldn't he have a chance to show off just once?
How could he have imagined?
That such a girl who listened to Luo Yu so attentively was the holder of the Nine-heart Asiatic Apple.
This small academy was too full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
He swallowed hard, full of doubts.
"How could there possibly be a successor to the Nine-heart Asiatic Apple here?"
Luo Yu spread his hands, "It exists because it exists; why question it so much?"
Looking at Luo Yu's casual demeanor, Ning Fengzhi felt his head buzz.
How could such a rare and precious auxiliary Soul Master be treated so casually by you? What if she runs away?
Others would have already offered her high status.
Ning Fengzhi examined Ye Lingling carefully and after seeing the number of her Soul Rings, his heart skipped a beat.
"Little girl, you've cultivated to four rings at such a young age?"
"That's incredible."
Ye Lingling pursed her lips and shook her head, her Beautiful Eyes tenderly looking at Luo Yu.
"Head Ning is mistaken; it's not that Lingling is incredible. It's all thanks to Brother Yu's help."
Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment. How could one help with cultivation?
Even if this young man was exceptional, it couldn't be possible for him to help someone else rise to his level, could it?
"Dad, stop staring at someone else's daughter. Your own Rongrong is not bad either," Ning Rongrong teased.
"Stop it, how could I not know your Cultivation Level," replied Ning Fengzhi with a shake of his head.
Ning Rongrong smiled mysteriously.
"Daddy, just don't get too frightened, okay?"
"Whoosh!"
A Nine-Colored Radiance burst out from Ning Rongrong's hands.