Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I Am the White Emperor of Heaven!

"What's wrong with Grandpa?"

Chen Xin looked at Ning Rongrong, who had suddenly become dissatisfied, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Ning Rongrong continued, hands on her hips and raising her voice: "Grandpa Sword, you're telling Dai Chengfeng to call you Uncle Sword, while I have to call you Grandpa Sword."

"So if we calculate this…"

"Doesn't that mean I'd have to call him *Uncle Chengfeng*?!"

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong stretched out her hands and gently tugged on Sword Douluo's sleeve, pouting adorably. "I won't do it, I won't do it…"

"I'm not going to call him Uncle Chengfeng! He's not much older than me—how can I just lose a generation like that?"

Ning Rongrong pouted, her face full of reluctance.

"Hahaha…"

Sword Douluo watched Ning Rongrong's adorable display and finally understood the meaning behind her earlier words, bursting into hearty laughter.

Then, he reached out and gently ruffled Ning Rongrong's head, his movements affectionate and tender.

"Rongrong, doesn't your uncle also refer to Dai Chengfeng as a brother?"

Sword Douluo chuckled, his eyes teasing: "Why are you only blaming me and not your uncle?"

Ning Rongrong pouted, lightly stomped her foot, and glared at Sword Douluo with dissatisfaction:

"Grandpa Sword!"

Her voice rose a few more decibels, tinged with playful annoyance.

"My uncle calls him Chengfeng, and I just pretend I don't know about it. How could you bring it up again right in front of me?"

"Pretend you don't know? Haha…"

Sword Douluo laughed heartily once more, fine lines appearing at the corners of his eyes from amusement. He patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder. "Well, you can continue pretending you don't know, or you two can just address each other however you want."

With that, Chen Xin turned his gaze toward Dai Chengfeng, a faint smile in his eyes:

"Chengfeng, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng's lips curled slightly as he glanced at Ning Rongrong, who was looking at him expectantly with hopeful eyes.

A mischievous smile spread across his face.

Dai Chengfeng calmly picked up his teacup, took a leisurely sip, then set it down. His gaze swept back and forth between Ning Rongrong and Sword Douluo, as if carefully considering how to respond.

"Uncle Sword."

Soon, Dai Chengfeng spoke, but the playful glint in his eyes remained. "Generational titles must not be confused—how could I possibly agree?"

"Rongrong, quickly call him Uncle!"

"Eh!"

Ning Rongrong stared at Dai Chengfeng, who was teasing her, and pouted. "I'm not calling him that!"

Then, she turned to Sword Douluo, gazing at him pitifully and coquettishly. "It's all your fault, Grandpa Sword."

"You go talk to Dai Chengfeng properly, or… or I'll stop talking to you!"

Sword Douluo had watched Ning Rongrong grow up since she was little. Having no children of his own, he treated her like his own granddaughter in his heart.

Thus, faced with Ning Rongrong's antics, Chen Xin was completely defenseless. In the end, he helplessly shook his head, his eyes filled with affection as he gently tapped her nose:

"You little troublemaker, Grandpa really can't do anything with you."

With that said…

Sword Douluo turned to Dai Chengfeng. "Chengfeng, do me a favor and stop teasing Rongrong, alright?"

Seeing that Sword Douluo wasn't joking this time, Dai Chengfeng stopped teasing Ning Rongrong. After all, he still needed Sword Douluo for something later…

Thinking this, Dai Chengfeng smiled. "Since Uncle Sword has spoken, I naturally obey."

He then looked at Ning Rongrong, who was still hopeful. "Lady Rongrong, let's just stick to addressing each other as before."

Sword Douluo nodded in satisfaction and turned to Ning Rongrong, asking:

"How about it, Rongrong? Are you satisfied now?"

Ning Rongrong finally smiled, her eyes curving into crescents. She grinned sweetly: "That's more like it."

Afterward, she turned to Dai Chengfeng and stuck her tongue out playfully:

"Dai Chengfeng, Dai Chengfeng… hmpf~"

"Hahaha…"

Watching the mischievous Ning Rongrong, Sword Douluo, Ning Fengyuan, and even Dai Chengfeng couldn't help but burst into laughter once more.

At the same time, the meal finally began.

Soon, after three rounds of drinks, the dishes gradually cooled.

At this moment, Sword Douluo suddenly set down his wine glass. The smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a seriousness that lingered in his eyes.

Casually, he opened his mouth: "Speaking of which, Chengfeng, you truly are extraordinarily talented."

"To reach the Soul Ancestor realm at such a young age and create a record for soul rings—it's no wonder that Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, took notice of you."

As he spoke, Sword Douluo cast a meaningful glance at Dai Chengfeng, his eyes flashing with curiosity.

"However, I am curious. A genius like you, and the Fourth Prince of the Star Luo Empire at that…"

"In the end, why did you choose to join the Spirit Hall?"

"Does your father, the Emperor, know about this?"

Here it comes!

These few sentences made Dai Chengfeng's heart tighten.

He finally understood—this was probably the real reason Sword Douluo had invited him to dinner tonight.

"Sword Douluo Chen Xin probably wants to use this opportunity to probe whether the Star Luo Empire plans to ally with the Spirit Hall. After all, the Star Luo Empire is already the strongest empire on the Douluo Continent, and adding the colossal power of the Spirit Hall…"

"If the two were to unite, their Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Sect would certainly lose sleep."

Dai Chengfeng quickly analyzed the situation in his mind, but outwardly, he remained calm.

He even deliberately forced a bitter smile. "Uncle Sword, I didn't want this either. You don't know the whole story!"

Dai Chengfeng picked up his teacup, took a small sip, as if recalling something, and then slowly began to recount the entire process of how he joined the Spirit Hall.

Of course, he only shared selective parts.

"So that's how it is."

After hearing Dai Chengfeng's explanation for joining the Spirit Hall, Chen Xin finally relaxed, a faint smile appearing on his face.

After all, as long as it wasn't a collaboration between the Star Luo Empire and the Spirit Hall, a single individual like Dai Chengfeng joining the Spirit Hall didn't represent the Star Luo Empire's stance.

The impact on their Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Sect would be minimal.

Soon, Chen Xin gestured for Dai Chengfeng to continue eating. Dai Chengfeng nodded.

By the time they were finished with their meal and drinks, Chen Xin stood up and looked at Dai Chengfeng. "Chengfeng, since we've finished eating, Uncle Sword won't disturb your rest…"

But before he could finish, Dai Chengfeng interrupted him.

"Senior Chen Xin, there's a technique I'd like to ask you about. Would you mind?"

Dai Chengfeng wore a humble smile on his face, but his eyes sparkled with anticipation.

His earlier interest in Chen Xin wasn't just empty talk.

After all, during his battle with Yang Wudi, he had gained insight into the third form of the White Tiger Overlord Spear, Supreme Intent. At that moment, Dai Chengfeng realized that sparring with top-tier experts—especially those who didn't solely rely on soul skills—was incredibly beneficial for mastering new techniques.

Thus, having encountered Chen Xin, a master swordsman, how could Dai Chengfeng pass up this golden opportunity?

Especially now, on the eve of when he would personally witness the Great Mustard Hammer.

Any accumulation of experience might play a crucial role in whether he could eventually master the Exploding Ring technique.

"Besides, I just answered Chen Xin's questions. Isn't it fair to collect a bit of 'interest' now?"

With that thought, Dai Chengfeng looked at Chen Xin, his gaze intense.

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