351. Don't Touch It

Within the training field shrouded by the "Evil God's Heart."

Qian Renjue held Ning Rongrong in his arms, approaching the swing nearby.

His gaze drifted to the surrounding trees and the targets with arrows stuck in them.

They seemed to have his name or his silhouette carved on them.

Honestly, the drawings were rather crude. If not for the names, he wouldn't have recognized them as himself.

Ning Rongrong, nestled in his warm embrace, noticed his gaze and blushed slightly.

"Brother Holy Son, you’re not angry with Rongrong, are you?"

"No," Qian Renjue replied softly.

Seeing these marks, he felt more guilt than anger. After all, it was just harmless complaints from a young girl.

Qian Renjue gently placed Ning Rongrong on the swing and pinched her cheek.

Smiling, he said, "I’ll come see Rongrong often from now on. No need to carve those wooden targets; you can come directly at me, haha."

"Rongrong would never trouble Brother Holy Son," she replied sweetly, clinging to his sleeve with a playful pout.

"Well, that’s good to hear."

As he was about to move behind her, Ning Rongrong grabbed his hand with a light blush, staring at him shyly.

"Rongrong… Rongrong wants Brother Holy Son to hold her on the swing."

"Hold you?" He raised an eyebrow, nodding slightly. "Alright then, just don’t cry if the swing breaks."

"Grandpa Bone made the swing; it’s not that fragile," she pouted, opening her arms and snuggling into his embrace.

She murmured softly, "Grandpa Bone even tried it himself, and had me and Grandpa Sword help push him."

"Oh?" Qian Renjue raised his eyebrows, surprised.

He hadn’t expected Elder Bone to be so spirited at his age. But remembering his own spirited grandpa, Glowing Feather, it didn’t seem so strange—old, playful souls could be quite endearing.

Qian Renjue, holding her soft form, sat on the swing. Suddenly, a dark, Evil God’s Hook appeared behind him, digging into the ground to push them.

"Ah!" As soon as he exerted force, Ning Rongrong felt the scene flip before her.

In an instant, she was facing the blue sky, a strong sensation of weightlessness rushing over her. She quickly tightened her hold on his arm.

"Brother Holy Son, slow down! Not so fast, Rongrong feels dizzy."

"Alright, I’ll go gentler." The hook dug into the ground, slowing them down, and the swing began to sway gently.

With the soft scent filling the air, he could hear her bell-like laughter as she sat contentedly in his lap.

"Hey?"

"Brother Holy Son… you’re not moving your legs. What are you using to push the swing?"

"Ah! Brother Holy Son, why do you have a tail?!"

"Sit tight and don’t touch my tail—it’s poisonous."

"This is an external spirit bone!"

"External spirit bone?" She clung tightly to his neck, curiously looking at the hook behind him.

"Yes, it’s a spirit bone beyond the main six body parts, and it’s capable of growth," he explained with a slight nod.

"A spirit bone that can grow?" Her eyes sparkled with interest.

As the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, she was naturally knowledgeable about spirit rings and bones.

"Brother Holy Son is amazing."

"Just lucky," he gently patted her back.

"It’s not just luck." She looked up proudly, her face alight with admiration as she gazed at him.

"Father and Grandpa Sword say Brother Holy Son is the most frightening genius on the continent and will be the wisest and most valiant Pope."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, surprised that Ning Fengzhi and the two elders held him in such high regard.

Ning Rongrong reached out and gently poked his handsome face with her finger, softly asking, "Brother Holy Son, what level are you at now?"

"Level seventy-seven," Qian Renjue answered honestly.

"Wow, amazing! That’s forty-nine levels higher than me," Ning Rongrong said, counting on her fingers and looking up at him with admiration.

She had already been training hard and now realized just how extraordinary Qian Renjue's talent was.

"Heh, Rongrong is also amazing," Qian Renjue said, smiling as he ruffled her hair.

With a pout, Ning Rongrong promised, "Brother Holy Son, don’t worry. Rongrong will work even harder to become the strongest support-type soul master—to help you defeat everyone!"

…

Time passed quickly. By the time Qian Renjue put away the "Evil God's Heart" and carried Ning Rongrong out of the small grove, it was already noon.

Holding Ning Rongrong, Qian Renjue walked in the direction of Ning Fengzhi and the others. As they climbed the lookout tower, Ning Fengzhi and his group looked at the rosy-cheeked, radiant little princess.

"Sect Master Ning," Qian Renjue greeted Ning Fengzhi with a smile.

Ning Fengzhi withdrew his gaze and smiled. "Haha, the Holy Son really is perceptive. Rongrong didn’t go overboard, did she?"

"Hmph! It’s you who went overboard, Father!" Ning Rongrong huffed. Her slightly chubby cheeks were as red as apples as she playfully scolded, "Rongrong isn’t a little kid anymore!"

"Hehe," Ning Fengzhi chuckled awkwardly. He understood she was referring to them watching the whole scene.

Sword Douluo explained, "Rongrong, we were just worried he might bully you."

"Brother Holy Son would never bully Rongrong," she replied, hugging Qian Renjue tightly and looking up at Sword Douluo with confidence.

"Alright, Rongrong. Father will be more careful in the future," Ning Fengzhi said with a smile as he stood up. He chose not to dwell on it and gestured toward Qian Renjue, saying, "Holy Son, this way! Lunch is ready."

"Thank you, Sect Master Ning," Qian Renjue nodded slightly, then signaled to Ling Yuan Douluo to follow.

"Your Highness," Ling Yuan followed behind Qian Renjue, watching him hold Ning Rongrong with a slight smile that showed her affection.

Whether it was being close to him herself or seeing him close to someone else, it seemed to bring her a sense of happiness—likely because she had watched Qian Renjue grow up. Either way, she adored him.

After the lunch with Ning Fengzhi and the others, Qian Renjue instructed Ling Yuan to return and inform Qian Renxue. Since he had promised to spend time with Ning Rongrong, he would keep his word.

However, to his surprise, Ning Rongrong came up with an excuse about training and sent him away.

"Brother Holy Son, don’t you have things to do?" she said. "Once Rongrong is rested, I’ll go train. I don’t have time to play with Brother Holy Son."

Qian Renjue could only smile wryly. After taking a short walk with her after lunch, he returned to Heaven Dou City with Ling Yuan.