Douluo: What if I was reborn as Ning Rongrong?

Chapter 1 Ning Rongrong

The girl with short hair sat cross-legged with her hands folded in front of her. Her luxurious clothes fluttered gently with the scent of air floating around her body.

The girl's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a lively expression appeared on her face.

"Minor success the day after tomorrow."

The murmuring sound broke the peaceful atmosphere.

The girl exhaled lightly, slowly opened her eyes, and stood up from her cross-legged meditation.

"Six years..."

In his previous life, he was a martial arts enthusiast. While searching for rare treasures to break through his realm, he unexpectedly encountered an avalanche that occurred only once in a century.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself traveling to Douluo Continent, his gender changed from "he" to "she", and his identity was still Ning Rongrong, the youngest daughter of Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

Yes, it’s the little witch in the original novel.

From being at a loss at the beginning to accepting it readily now, in just a few years, I sometimes have to sigh at people's ability to adapt.

But there is one thing that Ning Rongrong can never let go.

The martial arts practiced in the previous life seemed to be subject to some restrictions in Douluo Continent.

"A martial artist who has achieved minor accomplishments in the post-natal period cannot even do what Lin Daiyu did, which was to uproot a weeping willow tree."

"Can you believe this kind of thing if it's told to others?"

If she had not been able to sense her own true energy nourishing her meridians, Ning Rongrong would have suspected that her method of cultivation was a cheap one, a second-hand product bought from some online store in her previous life.

"Could it have something to do with the martial soul?" Ning Rongrong did not reject the martial soul, but she vaguely felt that after awakening the martial soul, it would have an impact on the current method of cultivation, and this impact might be negative.

"Miss, the martial soul awakening ceremony has begun, and the sect master wants you to go over now." While Ning Rongrong was thinking about something, the voice of a maid came from outside the courtyard gate.

Ning Rongrong withdrew her thoughts, glanced at the closed door, and answered casually:
"I know, you go down first."

After the maid left, Ning Rongrong rubbed her temples with her hands.

"Could my martial soul be the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower?"

While practicing, Ning Rongrong sensed the existence of the martial soul.

She did not touch that point to activate her martial spirit.

If you awaken your martial soul in advance, in case something unexpected happens, you won’t have anywhere to cry.

Ning Rongrong pushed open the door and walked towards the main hall.

Today is the annual day of martial soul awakening.

"Some are happy while others are sad!"

When you enter the main hall, you will see scenes of human warmth and coldness everywhere.

The children who have awakened their martial souls and possess soul power are delighted, while the children whose martial souls are weak and who have no soul power have painful expressions on their faces and their eyes are dull and lifeless.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect also has many ordinary people.

The awakening of the martial soul is an uncertain factor. Although a certain degree of medicinal bathing can increase the probability of possessing soul power and becoming a soul master when awakening, medicinal materials are scarce and expensive, and not everyone has this opportunity.

Ordinary people who have no soul power and cannot become soul masters can only do errands for the sect, but they are members of the sect after all, and their lives are much better than those of ordinary civilians outside the sect.

Ning Rongrong squeezed through the crowd and came to the platform at the front.

"Dad, I'm coming."

The person in front of her was an elegant middle-aged man, with an old man standing on each of his left and right. They were Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo. Ning Rongrong greeted the three of them one after another.

"Rongrong, are you busy again?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

"Yes." Ning Rongrong nodded.

Ning Fengzhi also knew about his own cultivation.

He was very anxious at first, but he compromised under Ning Rongrong's insistence.

After all, there is Ning Rongrong who has not awakened her martial soul.

In all aspects, his physical fitness has reached that of an average soul master.

Therefore, Ning Fengzhi was a little worried about this cultivation method, but he didn't say it out loud. Ning Fengzhi brought Ning Rongrong to the Wuhun Awakening Stone.

"Rongrong, put your hand on it."

"Ah."

Ning Rongrong looked at the big crystal ball with a basketball on it and placed her hands on it with ease.

I have watched the awakening of martial spirits many times over the years.

The moment your palm touches the awakening stone.

The Awakening Stone began to glow, and the light became brighter and brighter, slowly forming the outline of a pagoda.

On its side, there are scales from 1 to 10 engraved.

Seeing the flickering light on the scale, Ning Fengzhi's expression became more and more surprised.

"My martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda." Ning Fengzhi's voice was trembling. "My initial soul power level is level nine, no, level nine and a half..."

"Wow!"

Before Ning Fengzhi could finish his words, Ning Rongrong spat out a mouthful of blood.

The scarlet blood spilled on the transparent crystal ball.

"Rongrong!"

Ning Fengzhi quickly reached out and hugged his daughter. Two Titled Douluo also appeared in a flash, standing beside Ning Fengzhi and quickly checking Ning Rongrong's condition.

After realizing that Ning Rongrong didn't have any serious accident and was just temporarily fainted, the three of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Ning Rongrong's eyelashes trembled slightly and her eyes slowly opened.

There was confusion in her eyes.

"What's wrong with me?"

Ning Rongrong's murmuring voice attracted the attention of Ning Fengzhi and others, and the three of them quickly gathered around the bed.

"Rongrong, you suddenly fell into a coma when you awakened your martial spirit, which scared your father." Ning Fengzhi's face showed a worried expression.

"Yes, at that time..." Ning Rongrong sat up from the bed with great effort. Seeing his daughter's weak appearance, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly put his hand on Ning Rongrong's back to support her.

Ning Rongrong's young face looked pale as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

"Rongrong, don't practice the skills anymore." Jian Douluo said seriously.

"That's right." Bone Douluo also agreed, "We don't need to ask where you got the technique you practiced, but it took me more than a month to recover. This kind of weird technique is not something a kid like you can practice at will."

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had carefully examined Ning Rongrong's physical condition.

There is a strange energy in Ning Rongrong's body.

This energy conflicts with one's own soul power, causing one to fall into a coma when his martial soul awakens.

At the beginning, Ning Rongrong was discovered practicing martial arts. Ning Fengzhi was worried about the danger and ordered Ning Rongrong to tell him the martial arts method, otherwise she would not be allowed to practice it.

As a result, Jian Douluo, who was as curious as a cat, thought that the technique was theoretically feasible.

After practicing several times according to the above trajectory, I began to experience a backflow of soul power, which almost killed me. With two dark circles under my eyes, I endured for more than a month before the sequelae of practice were eliminated.

With Bone Douluo's reminder, Ning Fengzhi also recalled what happened and said to Ning Rongrong:

"It's not worth it to put your future in jeopardy for an unknown technique. You have a brighter future."

"No." Ning Rongrong shook her head. "Just think of it as my willfulness! I can't agree to give up cultivation."

"Rongrong! You are at level nine and a half of the innate realm, or even at full innate soul power." If Ning Rongrong hadn't suddenly fallen into a coma, causing the awakening ceremony to stop, her soul power would probably have continued to increase.

"Dad, I know." Ning Rongrong stretched out her hand, and a small and exquisite pagoda floated out of her palm, "Level 10 innate full soul power."

As Ning Fengzhi confirmed that his innate soul power was full, his eyes trembled slightly.

Ning Rongrong took back the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, her expression very serious: "Can you give me some time? Three years will be enough. I am confident that I can solve my problems."

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