Douluo Dalu:Divorcing Ning Rongrong–Why Did She Refuse to Consummate?

Douluo Continent, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.

"Rongrong, let's get divorced."

"What? Chen Feng wants to divorce me?"

Ning Rongrong could hardly believe her ears.

"Did I hear that right?"

"You didn't mishear. I want to divorce you."

Chen Feng gazed calmly at Ning Rongrong and said slowly.

He was originally from Blue Star and had transmigrated to Douluo Continent for over a decade.

Having landed a good rebirth, he became the grandson of Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

Back then, Ning Fengzhi arranged a fetal marriage pact between the two to secure ties with Sword Douluo.

Their betrothal was decided at birth.

On Douluo Continent, martial souls are inherited from parents and ancestors. By rights, as Sword Douluo's grandson, Chen Feng should have inherited the continent's foremost offensive weapon soul—the Seven Kill Sword.

Yet when awakening his martial soul at age six, instead of manifesting the Seven Kill Sword, Chen Feng conjured an unrecognizable stone sword that baffled everyone.

His cultivation progressed at a snail's pace, clearly indicating a useless martial soul.

Now at twelve years old, Ning Rongrong had already reached 26th rank, while just a week ago he barely scraped 20th rank.

Particularly in the presence of Ning Rongrong - this genius of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan - his mediocrity became glaringly apparent.

Yet providence offers respite. A week prior, he finally discovered his martial soul wasn't useless, but the extraordinarily formidable Zhuxian Sword* soul.

With the awakening of his system, his cultivation ranks soared meteorically.

However, as Chen Feng prepared to share the joyous news with Ning Rongrong, he inadvertently witnessed a scene that turned his heart to ashes...

"Chen Feng, stop this nonsense. We've been married for a year."

A sinking feeling crept into Ning Rongrong's heart.

Chen Feng remained unresponsive, his face an impassive mask.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong finally realized Chen Feng was deadly serious.

"I refuse!" Her complexion changed as she shook her head.

"We've maintained a harmonious relationship since our marriage. Why divorce?"

"I won't consent to divorce. I absolutely will not consent."

What Ning Rongrong left unspoken was her dread of public judgment should she agree to divorce.

As inheritor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, her every action impacted the clan's reputation.

Should she truly consent, how could she face the court of public opinion?

A woman discarded by her husband would become dinner table gossip across the continent -

how could she and her father ever hold their heads high in the clan again?

[Ding! Detected Ning Rongrong's fear emotion +100 Emotional Points]

The system's voice echoed in Chen Feng's mind.

This was an Emotion Harvest System that could collect emotional values from fate-touched individuals to enhance his power!

Chen Feng smiled bitterly. Had this system arrived sooner, he might have been unable to resist confiding in Ning Rongrong, perhaps never uncovering her true nature.

"Were we getting along well?" Chen Feng countered coldly.

"Wasn't that the case?" Ning Rongrong looked genuinely puzzled.

In her memory, Chen Feng had always doted on her—since childhood he would save the best treats and toys for her, enduring her tantrums with endless patience.

This frosty demeanor was unprecedented in their shared history.

"Ha! We've been married a year, yet you keep refusing to consummate the marriage. Is this your definition of getting along?" Chen Feng sneered.

Ning Rongrong froze. Early marriages on Douluo Continent naturally implied early consummation.

But she had delayed intimacy out of disdain for Chen Feng's low cultivation.

Yet in her mind, this man who had always acted like a bootlicker now dared rebel!

This was beyond endurance!

"You want divorce over this?"

"Haven't I always said I'll give myself to you when the time and feelings are right?"

"How can you be so impatient? Can't you even wait that little bit longer?"

"Are you as shallow as those vulgar men, obsessed only with carnal matters?"

"Ugh, despicable."

Ning Rongrong struck a righteous pose, as if cosmic justice itself crowned her head.

Chen Feng stared at Ning Rongrong's arrogantly confident demeanor, finding it utterly absurd. A wave of weariness washed over him—this woman he'd once treasured like rare jade now filled him with boundless disappointment.

"Hmph, I'll admit I do think about carnal matters..."

"Disgusting." Ning Rongrong spat out another insult.

"But compared to someone committing adultery, I wonder—who's truly the depraved one?" Chen Feng's gaze suddenly sharpened like twin blades piercing through her defenses.

Adultery!

Panic surged through Ning Rongrong—how did he know? Her mind churned like stormy seas, yet she forced a veneer of calm across her features.

"You're lying!"

Crimson flooded Ning Rongrong's cheeks. Finding no retort, she clung to denial like drowning woman to driftwood.

[Ding! Detected Ning Rongrong's rage emotion +200 Emotional Points]

"These are slanderous accusations! When have I ever committed adultery? Stop spewing lies!"

Ning Rongrong still clung to denial, clinging to the frail hope that Chen Feng was merely bluffing—that her shameful secret remained buried.

"You think I'm lying? Then enlighten me—who did you meet today?" Chen Feng stood like an immovable monolith, his voice glacial.

Panic spiked. Could he actually know something?

Ning Rongrong's pulse quickened, her breaths turning shallow.

"It was just a friend! What's the issue?"

"Since when do you monitor my movements? I'm your wife, not your bonded servant requiring hourly reports."

With each word, false confidence resurged, as if she truly believed her own fiction.

"Ah, but was this 'friend'... or your paramour?"

"Seems you dote on him more than your nominal husband." Chen Feng's barb struck true.

Ning Rongrong's eyes darted like trapped sparrows, refusing to meet his gaze.

[Ding! Detected Ning Rongrong's panic emotion +300 Emotional Points]

"Lies! He's not some old flame—we're just acquainted!"

"You're being absurdly petty-minded."

"What's wrong with meeting an acquaintance?"

Seeing Ning Rongrong's persistent denials, the sarcasm in Chen Feng's eyes intensified.

"Then who said: 'My dear Brother Long, when you win the Spirit Master Tournament in ten years, you can rightfully claim me as your bride'?"

Ning Rongrong turned to stone. How did Chen Feng uncover everything?

[Ding! Detected Ning Rongrong's panic emotion +300 Emotional Points]

"I..." Ning Rongrong's voice died in her throat.

"Save your excuses. Are you fantasizing that in ten years, Gu Long will become the tournament champion—the strongest of our generation—then discard me like garbage to ride off into the sunset with your precious Brother Long?"

As he spoke, bitter laughter echoed in Chen Feng's heart. The strongest of their generation?

Without Chen Feng's interference, perhaps Gu Long had a sliver of chance to win. But now...

When the Zhuxian Sword martial soul awakened, what earthly weapon soul could rival it?

Impossible!

Ning Rongrong, oh Ning Rongrong—you've thrown away destiny's greatest blessing.