That evening, to accept Wu Feng's invitation and let the two best friends—who hadn't seen each other in four years—catch up, Chen Junting and Ning Tian arrived at her mansion. Furthermore, since one of the Nine Treasure Pavilions was assigned to be guarded by the Third Elder this year, Wu Feng should logically be the only one at home.
However, upon arriving, they found that it was Wu Feng who opened the door, while Gu Tianchen was the one preparing dinner in the kitchen.
This was a scene they were truly seeing for the very first time.
What a doting stay-at-home husband! And seeing how accustomed they looked to it, this was clearly not the first or second time it had happened.
Their relationship had naturally matured.
This thought simultaneously popped into Chen Junting and Ning Tian's minds, and they tacitly turned their heads to look at each other.
"Are you guys coming in or not?"
Seeing no movement behind her for a long time, Wu Feng turned around in confusion.
But she saw that the two, who had just been standing still, had already entered. Ning Tian took off her high heels, changed into slippers, and quickly came to her side.
Then, Ning Tian leaned close to Wu Feng's ear and whispered in a voice that "only the two of them" could hear: "Sister Feng, are you and Brother Gu living together now? Or is it like us, living together as..."
As for what followed, even someone with Wu Feng's personality instantly blushed crimson. When she finally reacted, she subconsciously let out an "Eh—?" of surprise, staring at Ning Tian—who now had an inexplicable look in her eyes—with disbelief, as if meeting her bestie, the young mistress, for the first time.
"Little Tian, y-y-you..."
At this moment, Wu Feng actually stuttered.
At the same time, Chen Junting, who was walking toward the kitchen, couldn't help but shake his head. "Having hearing that's too good is actually a kind of suffering."
When girls talk about these topics, they always use the most normal tone to say the most hooligan-like things. It seemed that Little Tian, having completely let go of her obsession with becoming the Sect Master, was also starting to let herself go from all angles.
But well, this was quite nice too.
As the corners of his mouth ticked up slightly, Chen Junting pulled open the glass door. In an instant, a wave of cooking fumes wafted over.
"Actually, my relationship with Little Feng is just short of the final step," Gu Tianchen, who had his back to Chen Junting, suddenly spoke up. As a Level 95 Titled Douluo, under normal conditions, the strength of his various organs might not match Chen Junting's, but it was definitely several times that of an ordinary person. Therefore, Gu Tianchen naturally did not lack the advantage of "having hearing that's too good" either.
The content of the two women's conversation, since it wasn't deliberately concealed, was heard clearly by Gu Tianchen as well.
It was just that his "resistance" to Ning Tian's words was clearly much higher, as he continued to plate the dishes with a normal expression.
"Is that so."
Stepping forward, he glanced at the many dishes already cooked. After asking "Do you need help?" and being rejected, Chen Junting grew a little interested in their gossip.
"When did Third Grandpa agree?"
"Before going to the Sea God Clan."
Gu Tianchen shot Chen Junting an annoyed glance. With a fluctuation of soul power, a small void gate opened, leading directly to the dining table in the living room. He first had Chen Junting place the dishes on the table, and then said in a tone that matched his gaze: "The two of us just confirmed our relationship, are you really that interested?"
"Hmm..."
While sending the dishes out through the small void gate, he pretended to ponder. But in just three seconds, Chen Junting nodded seriously with a solemn expression on his face.
"Interested!"
Any more hesitation would be disrespectful.
Clang—
This answer made Gu Tianchen's hand jerk. The spatula smashed directly into the iron wok, splashing up fierce flames in the process.
"You, how do you look like a powerhouse at all?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Chen Junting laughingly cursed as he pointed at Gu Tianchen. "Powerhouses are human too, and they all have their own lives. Who said powerhouses can't gossip? There might even be some who act like hooligans."
Gu Tianchen didn't even turn his head as he teased, "You?"
"Definitely not me."
For a moment, the kitchen was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
Before long, dinner was ready.
After the dishes were perfectly placed on the table one by one, Ning Tian and Wu Feng also ended their private girly topics. Following that, Wu Feng directly went to her grandfather's wine cellar and took out the good wine that her grandfather had hoarded for years and couldn't bear to drink.
In Wu Feng's words:
Wine is meant to be drunk, and good wine is meant to be drunk at good feasts. If someone hides it away and can't bear to drink it, then that guy hoarding the wine is the world's number one idiot!
(Wu Yan: Achoo—, who exactly is cursing me!? Sigh—, I wonder if Little Feng has returned? How did her assessment go?)
"Come! Drink!" ×4
Bang—, Clang—
By the time they had drunk a few rounds, the four of them—who hadn't used soul power to evaporate the alcohol—were all slightly tipsy, except for Chen Junting.
However, this slight drunkenness wasn't a problem for them.
So, amidst their hazy drunkenness, Wu Feng opened the conversation.
"Little Tian, since you've become a Titled Douluo and broken through to Level 95, have you thought of your title yet?"
Under the influence of the slight buzz, and perhaps also due to her nature, Wu Feng's brows were currently dancing with excitement, not hiding her inner pride at all.
"I've already thought of mine! It'll be Dragon Emperor Douluo! How about it, isn't it super domineering!"
Beside them, Chen Junting's eyebrows twitched.
Slightly tipsy, he practically perked up fully, looking at Gu Tianchen in surprise. Seeing him nod with a look of helplessness, the corners of Chen Junting's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly, finding it a bit unbearable to watch.
"Little Feng, that's Long Xiaoyao's title."
"So what?"
Wu Feng waved her hand dismissively, not caring at all. "He's dead anyway, so the title has become ownerless. Besides, giving such a domineering title to a guy who chose to collude with Evil Soul Masters just to be with his so-called lover, and was even 'indecisive' about it... I feel he doesn't even deserve the name 'Dragon Emperor'."
Having said that, she got more and more excited, even jumping up directly, grabbing a wine jar in one hand, and planting a foot on the table. Under the somewhat dumbfounded gazes of the other three, she heroically chugged the remaining wine like a cascading waterfall!
Then, she shouted with a vigorous voice, "If you ask me! If that Long Xiaoyao were alive and fought me at the same level, I could even let him have one hand! It's a pity he died too early! He avoided my sharp edge! Making it so the Dragon Emperor Douluos of two eras never met—kings never meeting kings!"
Smack—
After this chuuni speech, a crisp and loud sound came from Gu Tianchen's side. He was seen slapping his forehead, looking helpless.
He grabbed the hem of her clothes and pulled her down.
"Alright, you're amazing. Long Xiaoyao dying first meant kings never meeting kings, and he avoided your sharp edge. But could the future Dragon Emperor Douluo please mind her image a bit and hurry up and take that foot off the table?"
"Oh, sorry."
Wu Feng admitted her mistake at the speed of light and sat back down.
Looking at her, one could tell she was a habitual offender.
Chen Junting and Ning Tian didn't really mind this. After all, having known Wu Feng for so long, they both knew this guy's personality. As for Wu Feng's personal image... she had admitted her mistakes more than once, but had never actually changed.
Just watch, she'd dare to do it again later.
After that, the group's conversation didn't end because of this little interlude, and Wu Feng asked Ning Tian again about what title she wanted.
"I don't need to think about my title anymore."
Her slightly drunken face made Ning Tian look flushed, complementing her lightly parted red lips.
"Originally, when I first broke through to Titled Douluo, I had thought about using the name of the God of Love's god position as my title. But then I remembered that when my father broke through to Titled Douluo, he didn't use our ancestor Ning Rongrong's 'Nine Colors'. Instead, he decided to take the title 'Nine Treasures' for himself. Remembering this, I immediately understood back then that my father wanted to leave our ancestor Ning Rongrong's 'Nine Colors' title for me."
Saying this, she pointed at herself. "So, I am now the Nine Colors Douluo—Ning Tian."
Wu Feng nodded, clearly very approving.
It was just that her reason for approving of Ning Tian's choice was different from Ning Tian's reason for deciding to use this title—"Actually, I feel that compared to 'God of Love', the title 'Nine Colors' just sounds a bit better."
As soon as these words came out, Ning Tian smilingly pinched Wu Feng's cheek, only letting go when she struggled, and said, "Indeed, there is actually that reason too."
"Ugh—"
Rubbing her cheek, Wu Feng suddenly seemed to have thought of something and sighed in disappointment.
"Sigh—, so good."
This abnormality attracted everyone's attention.
Because her being disappointed over something other than losing a fight was quite rare. What was going on here?
It didn't look like she was faking it at all.
Seeing her propping her head up with her hands and looking droopy, Ning Tian asked with concern:
"Sister Feng, what's wrong?"
Wu Feng didn't hide it and spoke her mind. "Little Tian, you all have god positions, and Yuhao and Dong'er have also gained the favor of the gods. A hundred years from now, when you and that 'Sword Bastard' and the others all ascend to the Divine Realm, then we won't ever see each other again."
The three of them instantly understood Wu Feng's worry.
—The lifespan theory.
When this topic was brought up, Ning Tian's expression also changed slightly, looking a little unnatural.
As a sect that had been passed down for ten thousand years, had produced gods, and kept records, Ning Tian knew a thing or two about whether one could bring family and friends along when becoming a god in the future.
If they could be brought along, why did their ancestor Ning Rongrong leave ancestor Ning Fengzhi alone in the mortal world back then? Why was the Phoenix Douluo Ma Hongjun of Shrek Academy back then separated from his wife and children?
Thinking of this, recalling bits and pieces of the past, a trace of reluctance and a hint of uneasiness surfaced in the depths of her eyes.
"Don't worry."
Sensing her thoughts, Chen Junting placed a hand on her shoulder and comforted her with words.
Although she didn't know why, his fully confident tone made that hint of uneasiness dissipate in an instant.
So, after falling silent, Chen Junting's gaze landed on Gu Tianchen and Wu Feng.
But he focused more on the latter, and asked on her behalf, "Little Feng, do you want to become a god?"
"Become a god?"
A glint of light flashed through her slightly hazy eyes, and her drunkenness seemed to fade because of this question.
"Then I really want to become a god! If I could really become a god, we wouldn't be separated by life and death. When that time comes, I'll take my grandpa up there to enjoy life!"
Since the conversation had reached this point, no matter how drunk she was, Wu Feng had already reacted. She subconsciously propped her arms on the table, her eyes widening perfectly round as she leaned half her body over. "Sword Bastard—ah no, I mean Big Brother! You have a way!?"
"You!"
Seeing her quickly correct herself, acting exactly like a female rogue, Chen Junting couldn't help but laughingly curse at her.
Then, after glancing at Gu Tianchen, he continued, "Actually, when you guys passed the sixth trial back then, he already mentioned this to me."
However, just as he said this, amidst Wu Feng's anticipation, Ning Tian's curiosity, and Gu Tianchen's seemingly calm exterior, Chen Junting suddenly changed the subject and shifted to another topic. "Actually, even if you didn't ask, I would find a way to seek out suitable god positions for you guys, as well as for Xin, Xiao Xiao, Old Ji, Ye Guyi, and so on and so forth. Even if it means traveling the continent with the original Shrek Seven Devils after they pacify the Spirit Empire in the future, it wouldn't matter."
"Besides, in my eyes, you guys are in no way inferior to them. Since they have the ability and talent to become gods, then you guys can do the same. As long as we can find god positions suitable for you, then you can stand at, or even surpass, their heights."
"Alright!"
These words excited Wu Feng so much that her face turned flushed, and even Gu Tianchen and Ning Tian were only slightly better off than her.
But immediately after, the corners of Chen Junting's upturned mouth shifted, and his tone became serious and solemn.
"Actually, everyone becoming gods together, other than never being separated, has another important matter. That is, the Divine Realm is like another Douluo Continent, except that on the Douluo Continent there are Spirit Masters, while in the Divine Realm there are gods. There are still factions, and there are still forces. If everyone becomes gods..."
Before he could finish speaking, Bang—
Wu Feng, who knew what the following words meant, slapped the table, forcefully interrupting him. "Damn it, if anyone in the Divine Realm doesn't show us a good face in the future, we'll all gang up on them together! Mob them! Let's see who doesn't give us face!"
Hearing this, the other three sweated in embarrassment.
Although the meaning was right, it didn't sound like something a good person would say, but more like a thug.
"Cough, cough—"
So, as the atmosphere became quiet, Chen Junting pulled everyone's attention back. "Alright then, starting from now, let's properly plan out what kind of god position is suitable for you. This way, when we look for the inheritance of god positions, we can aim for a target. As for Old Gu, I've already picked one out for him, the God of Space suits him best."
"As for you, Little Feng..."
"Um, is there a God of Fire?"
Wu Feng suddenly asked this question.
Before Chen Junting could respond, Ning Tian was slightly surprised. "Where did you hear about this god?"
"So that means there is one."
Wu Feng scratched her fiery red long hair. "Actually, I was just thinking that since my martial soul's attribute is Ultimate Fire, if there was some God of Fire or something like that, I'd probably be more likely to gain a god's favor."
Ning Tian nodded. "You don't need Brother Junting to answer this question for you. I can tell you clearly that according to the records left by our ancestors back then, Ma Hongjun of the original Shrek Seven Devils inherited this god position, but fell short at the very last hurdle."
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