Douluo Continent: Beginning with Signing in with Yan Lingji

As soon as Ning Rongrong spoke, a wave of inexplicable nervousness welled up inside her.

"If you can't do it, I won't force you. I'll just go take my Little Wu to rank up." Zhao Ming patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder with a smile.

"Who said I can't do it? I can!" Ning Rongrong quickly grabbed Zhao Ming's hand, trying to reassure him.

In her mind, Ning Rongrong thought that if Zhao Ming tried to take advantage of her, she would reveal her true identity as the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Once he knew who she was, he wouldn't dare have any improper thoughts about her. Even if Zhao Ming was powerful, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's influence was enough to make him submit until he grew stronger.

Zhao Ming, seeing through Ning Rongrong's little plan, chuckled to himself.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan? As if they could stop him!

Even if he wasn't their match at this moment, why should he care? Once Ning Rongrong was his, it would be difficult for Ning Fengzhi to refuse him as a son-in-law. And if he happened to return Ning Rongrong to the clan with a noticeable baby bump, Ning Fengzhi would probably beg him to marry her.

After all, no father would want their grandchild to grow up without a father, right?

"What are you laughing at?" Ning Rongrong, noticing Zhao Ming's amused expression, felt uneasy. She crossed her arms and tried to maintain her composure.

"I'm laughing because you're still too young."

Zhao Ming gently patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder again, smiling without saying much more.

He couldn't help but remember a game from his previous life where certain players would carry their teammates to higher ranks, causing quite the commotion on social media.

After his playful deal with Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu and the others returned from their one-on-one matches.

For spirit masters participating in the Great Spirit Arena, they could only join one battle of the same type each day. Since Zhao Ming wanted to help Ning Rongrong reach the Diamond rank, he had to forgo the one-on-one matches.

...

In the waiting area, Zhao Ming held Xiao Wu in his arms.

"Xiao Wu, I originally wanted to partner with you for the two-on-two matches. But I realized I can't be selfish. Once I win the Diamond Badge, many powerful forces will start paying attention to me. I don't want you to be exposed to that kind of scrutiny just yet, understand?" Zhao Ming gently cupped Xiao Wu's face, looking deeply into her eyes.

"I understand." Xiao Wu hugged Zhao Ming tightly, pressing her face against his chest.

"Zhao Ming, sometimes I wish I could abandon my spirit beast identity. That way, I wouldn't need to hide at Shrek Academy, and I could fight by your side."

"Don't say that. It's my fault for not being strong enough to protect you."

Seeing Xiao Wu so obedient, Zhao Ming felt a pang of guilt.

Well, he would just have to make it up to her later.

Though part of his explanation was to comfort Xiao Wu, the truth was that he wouldn't take her into the arena with him, even without Ning Rongrong. There would be too much attention on him, and he didn't want Xiao Wu to be exposed so early.

After offering his reassurances, Zhao Ming took Ning Rongrong to the registration area for two-on-two matches.

Their request to register for the Spirit Elder-level two-on-two fight caused quite a stir.

"Huh? You're a Spirit Elder? You can only participate in Spirit Elder-level fights. Your level is too high to join the Spirit Grandmaster matches," the registration staff said, surprised by Zhao Ming's age. Reaching the Spirit Elder level at such a young age was almost unheard of.

"We're not here to register for the Spirit Grandmaster bracket. We're signing up for the Spirit Elder fights," Zhao Ming replied with a smile.

"What? You're going to bring a Spirit Grandmaster into a Spirit Elder-level two-on-two match?" The staff was shocked. In all his years working at the Great Spirit Arena, such situations were rare.

"Why? Is it not allowed?"

"Well, it's allowed. But are you sure you want to sign up like this? The opponents you'll face will all be Spirit Elders," the staff member cautioned. While the arena allowed lower-ranked spirit masters to challenge higher ranks, it was usually a dangerous gamble.

"It's fine. We're just here for sparring matches. No one's going to die. We'll see how we stack up against Spirit Elders, and if we can't win, at least we'll learn something," Zhao Ming said casually.

"Well, that's true," the staff member nodded in agreement.

"The registration fee is ten gold coins. For every match you win, you'll receive a total of ten gold coins."

After collecting the fee, the staff member asked them for their team name.

"What's your team name?"

"Let's call it the Invincible Duo," Zhao Ming decided. Initially, he had thought of something simple like "Ming-Rong Duo," but in the end, he felt it didn't sound impressive enough. "Invincible" better captured the essence of Zhao Ming's spirit.

With their registration complete, Zhao Ming and Ning Rongrong went to the waiting area.

Compared to the one-on-one arena, there were fewer participants in the two-on-two matches, though each battle tended to take longer.

Zhao Ming and Ning Rongrong had four teams ahead of them, so it would be a while before their match.

"I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when it's our turn." Yawning, Zhao Ming turned to Ning Rongrong. After staying up all night with Zhu Zhuqing and now approaching midday, Zhao Ming was feeling drowsy.

Before Ning Rongrong could respond, Zhao Ming laid his head in her lap, a faint smile on his face.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ning Rongrong's face flushed red as she panicked.

"Stay still. I'm using your lap as a pillow. I'll just nap for a bit," Zhao Ming said, turning slightly to find a more comfortable position on her soft thighs.

"You—!" Ning Rongrong blushed even more but, recalling Zhao Ming's previous acts of kindness—carrying her back to the dorm, making her chicken soup—she couldn't bring herself to push him away.

Besides, there was a strange, pleasant feeling in her heart, something she couldn't quite describe, but it made her reluctant to move.

Fine, I'll let it slide this time.

Finding an excuse for herself, Ning Rongrong gazed at Zhao Ming's serene face, her heart pounding like a startled deer, sweet and filled with confusion.

With a soft smile, Zhao Ming lay on her thighs, taking in the sweet fragrance. Even someone from the 21st century who knew how to enjoy life, like Zhao Ming, wouldn't want to get up from such a comfortable spot.

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𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!

𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼:

• 𝙅𝙘𝟭𝟮𝟬𝟮

• 𝘼𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙝

• 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯 𝗠𝗼𝗲𝗲

𝗔𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸:

• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀: 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝟭𝟴𝟱+ 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.

• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁-𝗢𝘂𝘁: 𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩!

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗲𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀!

👉 𝙅𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙬: 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙊𝙛𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

💬 𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝘼𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚: 𝙈𝙮 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩! 𝙐𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 $30—𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 10% 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩! 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙙𝙚: 𝗚𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙂𝙋𝙏 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣-𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙮, 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!

👉𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗽: 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙊𝙛𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧/𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙥