101: Ning Rongrong, please be my personal elder.

As night fell, Qian Feng finally managed to coax Hu Liena to sleep, and naturally, it was time to meet Ning Rongrong.

It wasn't that he was lustful; he was genuinely curious about what arrangements she had. If he could meet Ning Fengzhi directly, that would be even better, saving a lot of trouble!

"Miss, Jing Hun has arrived. May I come in?!" Led by several female disciples, Qian Feng arrived at the small courtyard where Ning Rongrong resided.

From inside came her slightly weary voice saying, "Yes, the rest of you may withdraw. Jing Hun, just push the door and come in."

Everyone obeyed and left. Qian Feng slowly pushed open the door and said respectfully, "Miss, you called for me late at night. May I know what it is about?"

As soon as he entered the room, he heard the sound of splashing water. His gaze slightly swept towards a corner of the room, and his body immediately stiffened!

Why was this Ning Rongrong bathing!

However, there was a screen placed there, only allowing a glimpse of her exquisite curves. Ning Rongrong's voice was incredibly lazy, accompanied by the sound of water, making it sound somewhat pleasant: "Hehe, Elder Jing, you've come at a perfect time. Please sit down. I'll be ready very soon! There are some pastries on the table; please have some first."

Qian Feng hummed in response and immediately sat by the wooden table, staring intently at the colorful pastries on the table.

He keenly sensed that there was another person in the room, but they were concealing their Soul Power in the shadows. Ordinary Soul Douluo likely wouldn't be able to detect them!

After all, the hidden person's Soul Power had reached the level of Title Douluo. But there was no sword energy on them, so it seemed to be one of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's two pillars—Gu Rong.

A moment later, Ning Rongrong, dressed in a light green gauze dress, her milky white skin tinged with a hint of rosy blush, her long hair wet and draped behind her, sat down opposite Qian Feng.

"Elder Jing, let's be frank. Who sent you to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? And what is your purpose?!"

Was he exposed? No, he had hidden himself so carefully, and he even had the Angel God Mask for concealment.

Her tone also wasn't the reaction she would have if he had revealed his identity as the Young Master of Spirit Hall. It was more like... a test?

Qian Feng's expression was calm. He looked up to appreciate the beauty before him and said, "Miss, you are overthinking. My wife and I are rogue cultivators; we don't belong to any Sect or force, so there's no question of who sent us!"

Ning Rongrong smiled, staring intently at Qian Feng. After a moment, she proactively stood up, picked up a pastry for him, and was about to personally feed it to his mouth: "Hehe, it was Rongrong who was overthinking. Here, this pastry is something I made myself. Have a taste, consider it my apology for my earlier rudeness!"

"Okay." Qian Feng nodded, feeling helpless in his heart. With her posture, if there wasn't something small added to this pastry, it wouldn't be normal!

But there was nothing he could do. He reluctantly opened his mouth and allowed Ning Rongrong to place the pastry into it.

A moment later, streaks of purple-red light began to invade his body. Qian Feng sneered inwardly; this stuff might work on ordinary Soul Douluo, but it was quite superfluous for him, a Peak Douluo.

He immediately suppressed the black lines in his abdomen and slowly opened his eyes, pretending to be dull and lifeless.

"The poison in this pastry has the effect of making people speak the truth. Don't worry, there are no other harms besides that." Ning Rongrong smiled and stood up, pinching Qian Feng's delicate features with her hand and laughing, "Jing Hun, what is your real name?"

"Jing Hun." Qian Feng sat upright in the wooden chair, his eyes appearing very "hollow."

Ning Rongrong's furrowed brows slowly relaxed. After a moment, she asked with a smile, "What is your purpose in coming to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

"Good benefits, good treatment, and weekends off," Qian Feng said flatly.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and chuckled lightly. Qian Feng also slowly slumped down next to the wooden table.

"Huh? Grandpa Gu, is there anything wrong with the thing that person gave us? We can't let anything happen to our Sect's genius Elder." Ning Rongrong's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly checked Qian Feng's condition.

"Don't worry, the poison your classmate gave us has a clear effect. There won't be any other problems," Gu Rong shook his head, walked out from the shadows, and looked at Qian Feng with a smile, saying, "Indeed, this person has no ulterior motives and is worth our full cultivation!"

"Yes, yes, and he's handsome and charming too. It's a pity he has a wife~ Otherwise, I would have ways to make him stay loyal to the Sect," Ning Rongrong sighed, her slender fingers tracing Qian Feng's cheek.

"What about the cooperation with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?" Gu Rong sighed, "Your father and Chen Xin are both in seclusion, and I don't know when they will come out. These matters can only be handled by you, Rongrong."

"It's fine, just keep negotiating. That Yu Tianheng is a bit annoying, but he won't affect me. Let's see what conditions the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan offers at the conference in a few days!" Ning Rongrong hummed softly, then suddenly her eyebrows twitched and she smiled:

"Grandpa Gu, you should go back first."

"Okay, I'll take Jing Hun back," Gu Rong nodded, preparing to go forward and carry Qian Feng away.

Ning Rongrong suddenly waved her hand and smiled, "No need, leave him in my room. I have a little idea that I want to try."

Late at night, in the quietness, Qian Feng lay on Ning Rongrong's soft bed, easily smelling the elegant fragrance on the bed.

He was very nervous. Ning Rongrong was making some noise at this time, clanking and banging, as if she was working on some kind of tool?

Qian Feng had his eyes closed now and didn't know what was happening. He felt a wave of fear in his heart.

Was this Ning Rongrong tinkering with iron tools? Could it be that she had some... terrifying hobby?

Thinking this, he simply groaned and pretended to wake up groggily: "My head hurts so much! Miss, why am I in your bed? Sorry, sorry, I'll go back immediately."

"Stop!" Ning Rongrong ordered softly, put down what she was holding, and walked to the side of the bed with a smile, saying, "Elder Jing, in terms of appearance, who is more beautiful, me or your wife?"

"That would naturally be Miss!" Qian Feng said with a bitter smile. As a person, one must know how to adapt to circumstances.

Anyway, Hu Liena couldn't hear him, so naturally, he should say good things and then leave quickly!

"Hehe, you have good taste!" Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and smiled, sitting down next to Qian Feng.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave, Elder Jing? Rongrong has a good thing, I wonder if Elder Jing would be willing to do it!"

Her voice was gentle and pleasant. As she said this, she reached out and patted Qian Feng's thigh, startling him.

Why did he feel like he was here at a rich woman's place, doing some kind of special interview?!

Or rather, was this Ning Rongrong trying to use workplace rules on him!

"Uh, Miss, please speak," Qian Feng coughed lightly, moved over a bit, and created some distance.

"If you separate from your wife Nana, I will give her enough compensation! As for Elder Jing, you will stay by my side and be my personal Elder," Ning Rongrong's tone carried a hint of dominance as she continued, "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will fully cultivate you to become a Title Douluo~ Of course, the 'personal Elder' I mentioned also means 'personal' in various senses!"

At this point, Ning Rongrong slowly moved closer to Qian Feng, actually intending to leave a kiss on his cheek!

"Miss, I am not feeling well! I'm leaving first!" Qian Feng suddenly stood up and directly rushed out the door!

There were many ways to solve problems, but losing his innocence would be a huge loss!

Ning Rongrong watched Qian Feng's retreating figure with amusement, pursing her lips and smiling, "This Jing Hun is really interesting~ I want to see if you can escape from my grasp!"