Soul Arena

Xiao Wu skillfully led them to the front desk to complete the registration.

"Hello, are you here to register?" a pleasant voice sounded.

The receptionist, a young woman with beautiful long purple hair, possessed natural beauty and an elegant demeanor tinged with a hint of allure.

Her figure was hot and sexy, and just standing there drew the gazes of passing men.

Even Ye Feiyang couldn't help but nod in admiration: The quality of the receptionists at this Soul Arena is really high!

Ning Rongrong immediately stepped forward, smiling sweetly, "Yes, pretty sister! Could you please help us register?"

She had been exposed to socializing from a young age, and dealing with strangers was no pressure for her.

"Of course."

The purple-haired young woman flashed a professional, sweet smile, "Are you participating in the individual competition or the team competition?"

"Both! We want to register for both individual and team!"

"Okay, please provide the titles you wish to use, or you can use your real names."

Ning Rongrong said without hesitation, "I'll use Linglong!"

She turned to Zhu Zhuqing, "Senior Sister Zhu Qing, what about you?"

Zhu Zhuqing thought for a moment, subconsciously looked at Ye Feiyang, and asked, "Master, what title do you think would be best for me?"

Her question reminded Ning Rongrong.

Oh no! How could I forget the part about asking Master to pick a name? I should have pretended to be unable to think of one too!

Ye Feiyang smiled, and a pleasant, slightly magnetic voice followed, "You shall be called Zhu Ye Qing."

Upon hearing the deep, pleasant, and charming voice, the purple-haired receptionist suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief!

This man was too much to her liking!

Her attention had been on the chattering Ning Rongrong, and she hadn't noticed Ye Feiyang standing behind them.

This glance was like being struck by lightning, a shock that felt like an eternity.

She was twenty years old and had seen countless people in her work at the Soul Arena, but she had never felt her heart race like this before.

"Ah! This, this gentleman..."

Her voice involuntarily carried a hint of panic and shyness, "Are, are you also here to register for the competition?"

Ye Feiyang returned a gentle smile and shook his head, "I don't need to, little sister. Please help them register first."

Xiao Wu, standing nearby, took in the receptionist's instant infatuation and felt a strange sense of resonance.

See? I'm not the only one!

Anyone who met Ye Feiyang would find it hard not to be drawn to the unique charm he exuded unintentionally.

Coupled with their interactions and shared meals over the past half-month, Ye Feiyang's image—sometimes powerful and reliable, sometimes greedy and funny, and sometimes considerate and gentle—had frequently appeared in her dreams.

A strong thought suddenly struck her: I really want to switch jobs! What should I do if I want to be with Ye Feiyang all day?

And then there was Third Brother, who was becoming more and more unreasonable, asking endless questions and trying to control her every time she went out...

Why did I let myself be so foolish back then and not firmly join Supreme Academy?

If she had agreed, she would have been the second-in-command at Supreme Academy.

The receptionist, hearing Ye Feiyang's reply, realized she had been staring blankly.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly lowered her head to operate the computer, "Okay, okay, I'll register you right away..."

After a flurry of hurried operations, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing both successfully received their Iron Soul Badges, as well as a badge representing the Linglong Zhu Ye Qing combination.

"Alright, now that registration is complete, hurry and arrange the matches."

Ye Feiyang urged, already eager to head to the betting area.

The receptionist's gaze kept drifting to Ye Feiyang.

Just as she was about to strike up a conversation, someone else beat her to it, and she had to temporarily give up.

"Brother Feiyang..."

Xiao Wu slowed her pace and leaned closer to Ye Feiyang, asking softly, "You, you'll come watch my match too, right?"

"Mm,"

Ye Feiyang nodded, "Since I'm here, I'll naturally watch. Xiao Wu, you have to perform well."

Hearing this, Xiao Wu's face immediately bloomed into a radiant smile, and she nodded emphatically, "Mm! I'll definitely perform well! I won't disappoint you!"

She also wanted to impress Ye Feiyang right now.

She wanted Ye Feiyang to look at her more.

The receptionist, who thought Ye Feiyang was leaving, suddenly found him returning.

His voice was still incredibly pleasant, striking a chord deep within her heart.

"Little sister, did you forget something?"

The receptionist didn't remember what she'd forgotten, too busy staring at Ye Feiyang.

"Huh? N-no?"

Ye Feiyang chuckled and asked, "Don't you want the registration fee?"

Only then did the receptionist remember. She hadn't thought about it at all from beginning to end.

"Ah? R-really? I didn't take the Gold Coins?"

Ye Feiyang shook his head, speechless.

How could someone be so careless with money? What a spendthrift.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong had already gone to register and queue up. He had to pay this fee.

"Thirty Gold Coins. Take them. Don't be so careless next time."

Although his heart ached a little, he still had to pay what was due. It was a matter of principle.

Hmm, I'll ask Ning Rongrong for reimbursement later.

Thirty Gold Coins was a huge sum for ordinary people. She didn't have that much money to spare for favors.

"Um, little brother, thank you for reminding me."

She blinked her beautiful eyes, her gaze almost melting like spring water.

Ye Feiyang waved his hand and said hello.

Then, he called Xiao Wu and headed towards the arena.

The two walked side by side, chatting happily, their relaxed laughter occasionally echoing.

This warm, even somewhat dazzling scene, was caught by Tang San and his group who had just arrived.

The warmth was, of course, in Xiao Wu's eyes. To Tang San, however, it was particularly jarring.

At this moment, Tang San's expression was so gloomy it could practically drip water.

If looks could kill, Ye Feiyang would have been pierced by a thousand arrows and riddled with holes by now.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Dai Mubai, standing nearby with his arms crossed, sarcastically fanned the flames. "Women, they're all like this. Little San, aren't you going to do something about it?"

Ma Hongjun immediately chimed in, eager to stir up trouble. "Exactly! She left the team without permission, ran off to the enemy, and got closer to them than to us! What a disgrace!"

He deliberately spoke harshly, trying to provoke Tang San.

It had to be said, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were both terrible people.

When their own romantic lives were in trouble, they wished others would suffer the same fate, relishing the drama.

"Shut up! Who allowed you to talk about Xiao Wu like that?"

Tang San suddenly turned, glaring angrily at Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai.

Even though he was furious himself, he absolutely would not tolerate anyone speaking ill of Xiao Wu.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun exchanged glances. They felt their words were harsh, but they were also the truth. Why was he reacting so strongly?

"Little San, we spoke out of turn."

Dai Mubai, being more experienced, noticed that Tang San was genuinely angry and quickly backed down. "If you don't like hearing it, we won't say it again."

He quickly tugged at Ma Hongjun's sleeve, giving him a look.

Ma Hongjun reluctantly grumbled, "Yeah, Little San, it's my fault. I shouldn't have spoken such harsh truths. Don't take it to heart."

Tang San felt as if he'd been stabbed again.

He suppressed it, took a deep breath, and forced down his anger, deciding not to pursue the matter with them.

After all, now was not the time for infighting.

Only Oscar, whose presence had been low-key, had his gaze fixed firmly in the direction Ning Rongrong had disappeared. His soul seemed to have flown away with her, and he hadn't noticed the near-argument between the others.

Each lost in their own thoughts, the group entered the noisy, bustling Soul Arena.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were quickly assigned their match times.

Ye Feiyang immediately rushed to the betting counter.

He was carrying over four thousand Gold Coins, a fortune he'd never possessed in his life!

Looking at their odds, the payout for newcomers was quite high, both at 1:2.

Thinking his little nest egg would soon double, his hands trembled with excitement.

The first match was Zhu Zhuqing's. He unhesitatingly chose to place a bet.

"Hello, I'd like to place a bet. Codename: Zhu Ye Qing. I'm betting four thousand Gold Coins on her to win."

As he pulled out the heavy money bag, his face clearly showed pain and reluctance, as if he were handing over his lifeblood instead of Gold Coins.

Zhu Zhuqing, uninterested in betting, had already gone directly to the waiting area.

Ning Rongrong, however, simply disdained such a small amount of money. She was afraid the Soul Arena couldn't afford to lose if she bet too much, so she went to the waiting area with Zhu Zhuqing.

Xiao Wu, standing next to Ye Feiyang, looked at the shiny gold coins with an eager expression.

"Feiyang Gege, are you going to bet too?" Xiao Wu sidled up to him and asked curiously.

Ye Feiyang turned and saw it was her, raising an eyebrow. "Why did you follow me? Don't you need to prepare for the match?"

"Hehe, it's not my turn yet!"

Xiao Wu said with a giggle, "I saw you walking this way and guessed you were coming to bet, so I followed to see the excitement. Who are you betting on? Rongrong?"

"Of course, I'm betting on both!"

Ye Feiyang confidently guaranteed, "Listen to me, you can't go wrong, it's a sure win! Do you want to bet some too? I'll make you rich!"

Xiao Wu knew Zhu Zhuqing's strength, so she wasn't particularly obsessed with making money.

But seeing Ye Feiyang's enthusiastic demeanor, she also became interested. "Okay! Then I'll bet on Zhu Qing and Rongrong to win too!"

She took out her meager coin purse and carefully counted out a hundred gold coins to bet.

A hundred of those gold coins were deliberately given to her by Tang San; she didn't know if he had finally come to his senses.

She noticed Ye Feiyang's gaze lingering on her shabby coin purse, and felt a sudden sense of awkwardness and embarrassment, her cheeks flushing slightly.

She thought to herself: Ye Gege, what does he mean by this? Does he dislike me for being poor? But his eyes don't seem to mean that!

Young girls are sensitive, and it's easiest to get shy at times like these.

"Ye Gege, don't laugh at me, this money of mine..." she tried to explain, her voice trailing off.

Ye Feiyang, however, interrupted her directly, his tone carrying genuine surprise and a hint of envy?

"I didn't expect Xiao Wu to have so much pocket money! That's amazing, so many gold coins, you can buy lots and lots of delicious food!"

"When I was your age, I often couldn't even get enough to eat!"

"Ah?"

Xiao Wu was stunned. This reaction was completely unexpected, and seemed different from the disdain she had imagined.

"Alright, bets placed! I'm going to watch the match, you should go prepare too," Ye Feiyang said in a good mood.

"Mm! Okay!"

Xiao Wu nodded vigorously. "Then I'm going to prepare for my match too! Feiyang Gege, remember to watch my match!"

"Definitely!"

After watching Xiao Wu leave, Ye Feiyang headed straight for the spectator stands.

He found an inconspicuous seat and had just sat down when a feeling of being watched prickled his back.

His intuition told him that a hostile gaze was locked onto him.

This feeling was very unsettling.

Ye Feiyang frowned slightly and subtly scanned his surroundings.

Unfortunately, the venue was filled with a roaring crowd, and the spectators were packed shoulder to shoulder, making it difficult to immediately pinpoint the source of the gaze.

Moreover, every time he tried to search, the feeling of being spied upon would instantly vanish without a trace.

After failing to find anything, he temporarily put the matter aside.

No matter who it was, in the face of absolute strength, they were nothing more than clowns.

As long as he could ensure the safety of his two precious disciples, he would deal with everything else as it came.

For now, making money was the priority.

However, things often happen this way: the less you want to be disturbed, the more trouble will find you.

Just as he was intently anticipating Zhu Zhuqing's entrance, that feeling of being watched reappeared!

This time, Ye Feiyang was on high alert beforehand.

As expected, at the corner of a corridor to his side, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a black shadow!

His eyes narrowed. It was better not to have noticed, but now that he had, he couldn't just ignore it.

He had to nip all potential dangers in the bud.

He immediately got up from his seat and quickly walked towards the corridor corner.

When he arrived, he only saw a corner of clothing disappearing around the next bend.

It felt as if someone was deliberately leading him, revealing just enough of a trace each time he was about to lose the target.

"Heh~ Interesting." Ye Feiyang sneered.

He already knew someone was intentionally trying to lure him away from the Soul Arena.

To be so sneaky and conceal their aura so well, their strength must be considerable.

In a place like Suotuo City, there were only a handful of people with such strength.

But would Ye Feiyang be afraid? Not at all!

He simply followed openly, wanting to see what the other party was up to.

Each time, he'd catch a glimpse of a partial figure just right at the corner, and this act of playing mysterious was gradually wearing down his patience.

"Damn it, if you want to lure me somewhere deserted, just say so! No need to be so goddamn mysterious!" Ye Feiyang shouted directly into the empty corridor.

As expected, when he turned the last corner, deep within a dim and secluded alley, a figure of exceptionally robust build stood with its back to him.

The person wore a tattered hooded cloak, shrouding their entire body in shadow, exuding an aura of weathered danger.

This classic tattered cloak skin, Ye Feiyang instantly guessed the person's identity.

Who else could it be but that old schemer?

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