Qibao Liuli Sect**
Dadadadada!
The kitchen knife sliced through vegetables, striking the chopping board with crisp thuds. Emiya, apron tied on, wielded the knife with skill.
"Hehe, Xiao Wei, come on, show me what you've got!" Ning Rongrong chirped, her usual haughty demeanor replaced by a bright smile as she watched Emiya.
Though Emiya wasn't thrilled, he couldn't defy the sect's little princess. Rolling his eyes, he put on a show.
The knife in his hand dissolved into sparkling light, vanishing into thin air.
Emiya raised his palm, channeling energy, and slammed it down.
*Bang!*
The chopped vegetables shot into the air, but Emiya stayed calm.
He opened his hand, and countless light particles formed a large pot, oversized for his frame. With a swift tilt, he caught every falling vegetable in the pot.
Placing the pot on the stove, where a flame already burned, Emiya let the fire heat the food evenly, filling the air with a savory aroma.
Gripping the pot with his left hand, he stretched out his right, conjuring a wooden spoon from more light particles.
And so, Emiya cooked.
But these tricks weren't enough to impress Ning Rongrong.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the food into the air, controlling every piece. The vegetables fell like rain, and Emiya caught them perfectly, stir-frying with flair.
After adding seasonings at just the right moments, a mouthwatering dish was ready.
Instead of conjuring a plate, Emiya grabbed one from the cupboard, poured the food onto it, and topped it with a small broccoli floret for decoration. A dish bursting with color, aroma, and flavor was complete.
Emiya set the table, waiting for the little lady to dig in.
Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled as she grabbed a spoon, scooped a bite, and savored the explosion of flavors. "So good!" she squealed.
While she ate, Emiya kept busy. He held a large cup filled with fruits and milk, shaking it rhythmically to blend the contents.
After Ning Rongrong took a few bites, the drink was ready. Emiya poured it into a glass, garnished it with a lemon slice, and presented a refreshing, beautiful beverage.
They say to win a woman's heart, you first win her stomach. With his killer cooking skills and flashy moves, Emiya had Ning Rongrong hooked.
The once-spoiled Ning Rongrong and the mischievous Emiya both toned down their antics, their bond growing stronger.
Ning Rongrong knew Emiya's arrival wouldn't steal the love of her father, Ning Fengzhi, or the sect's two Titled Douluos, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
Ning Fengzhi watched the warm scene alongside the two Titled Douluos. "Well, Emiya's got the makings of a big brother. Taming Rongrong in just a few days? Impressive!" he said.
As her father, Ning Fengzhi knew his daughter's fiery nature. Few in the Qibao Liuli Sect could get along with her so well.
He hadn't expected Emiya to win her over so fast.
"Plus, Emiya's martial spirit is one of a kind," Sword Douluo added. "With proper training, he'll be a great ally for Rongrong."
Sword Douluo's praise wasn't just bias—Emiya was his disciple, after all. He wanted to ensure Ning Rongrong's safety, and Emiya was key.
Bone Douluo, standing beside Ning Fengzhi, stayed quiet. He couldn't find fault with Emiya, which left him, usually quick to bicker with Sword Douluo, at a loss for words.
Deep down, Bone Douluo respected Emiya too.
The three shared a knowing look.
"Let them build their bond, but Emiya's training can't slack," Ning Fengzhi said, pleased.
"Don't worry, Fengzhi," Sword Douluo said, thumping his chest. "With me and Old Bone here, Emiya won't fall behind."
Bone Douluo shot Sword Douluo a glance but nodded. "Emiya's martial spirit is unique, and his talent's top-notch. With care, he and Rongrong will carry the sect forward."
Ning Fengzhi smiled, watching Emiya and Ning Rongrong laugh and play. "I've never seen a martial spirit like Emiya's," Sword Douluo said. "Others would struggle with it, but Emiya? I've got high hopes."
Most martial spirits in Douluo Continent stay fixed. Even Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor awakened later, and Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tower evolved with rare herbs. But Emiya's martial spirit could shift, mimicking others' spirits, though weaker in power.
For most, managing multiple martial spirits would be a mess—knowing when and how to use them is tough, especially when copies are weaker. But Emiya was sharp. He mastered most replicated spirits and used clever tactics to outmatch opponents despite the weaker copies.
No wonder Sword Douluo praised him, and even Bone Douluo didn't argue. Both had taught Emiya, making him their shared disciple.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo bickered endlessly, but they agreed on two things: their precious Ning Rongrong and now their talented disciple,
Emiya.
(End of chapter)