Another Encounter with Dai Yaming

Another Encounter with Dai Yaming

The sun sank behind the western hills.

Dai Yao waded to the shore. After waiting for his clothes to dry a little, he returned to his own house.

With Zhang Xiaofan's help, the academy's construction team had arrived the day after his duel with Feng Wutong.

At Dai Yao's request, the house had been built deliberately simple, with ordinary timber for beams and ceramic tiles for the roof.

The main reason was that he did not have the money to make it particularly refined.

Feng Wutong's comment was: this really doesn't look like a place a noble would live.

After changing clothes, Dai Yao called toward the Thatched Hut, "Time to eat!"

The cafeteria was inside the academy, so every meal required them to return there. Dai Yao found it troublesome; it wasted quite a bit of his cultivation time.

A clear, melodious cry rang out, and a fiery-red figure appeared above the Thatched Hut. In the next second, it arrived before him.

"Let's go," Feng Wutong said happily.

Soul Power surged, and Feng Wutong turned into a fiery-red streak, cutting across the sky as she flew toward the academy.

Dai Yao could only use Explosive Step, weaving through the forest as he followed.

The academy cafeteria.

At a glance, the divide between nobles and commoners was perfectly clear.

Most of the first floor was filled with Commoner Soul Masters sitting together, roughhousing, shouting, and laughing nonstop.

The nobles sat on the second floor. The atmosphere was quiet, their movements elegant; only the sound of knives and forks touching plates could be heard.

From time to time, they looked down at the Commoner Soul Masters below, their eyes full of disdain. Their lofty attitude made the Commoner Soul Masters on the first floor deeply unhappy.

"What are they so smug about? They were just born into good families."

"If I had their status, I'd have become a Soul Grandmaster ages ago!" someone said, both envious and resentful.

"One day, I'm going to become a noble!"

Amid the clamor, Dai Yao and Feng Wutong arrived at the cafeteria.

"You're a prince. You should go to the second floor," Feng Wutong reminded him.

Following the stairs, Dai Yao had just stepped onto the second-floor landing when someone stopped him.

"Get down. This isn't a place for lowborn people like you," the Guard barked. As he spoke, he reached out to shove Dai Yao back down.

A purple-gold card appeared in Dai Yao's hand. He looked at the Guards and said coldly, "Now, am I allowed to eat on the second floor?"

The Guards carefully tapped the purple-gold card in Dai Yao's hand, then paled in shock. They exchanged glances, each seeing the surprise in the others' eyes.

"So you're one of the Vice-Dean's people. Please, come in, come in!"

The Guards changed their expressions at once and said obsequiously.

Dai Yao did not blame them for judging people by appearances. After all, his clothes really did not make him look like a noble. Besides, the strong preying on the weak was the rule of this world to begin with. By stopping him, those Guards had merely been upholding that rule.

He put away the card and was just about to walk forward when he was stopped again. Looking up, he saw it was none other than the fat man by the Second Prince's side.

The fat man pointed at the ground beneath his feet and said arrogantly, "The Second Prince has given orders. This isn't a place you can come to. The first floor is where you belong."

Not far away, the Second Prince watched Dai Yao with a faint smile on his face.

"I am a prince. You still dare to stop me?" Seeing that malicious smile, Dai Yao inwardly cursed his own carelessness. After breaking through, he had relaxed his guard, and the Second Prince had seized the opportunity.

Today probably would not end peacefully.

"Oh my, just look at yourself. With the way you're dressed, how do you look like a prince at all? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were a beggar! If you came into the nobles' exclusive dining hall, wouldn't you be sullying the honor of the nobility?" the fat man said with an exaggerated expression.

The Noble Soul Masters who were eating all nodded. None of them wanted to eat together with Dai Yao, who was dressed like a commoner; they would feel humiliated.

Dai Yao used his status as a prince to pressure the fat man, so the fat man used Dai Yao's clothing against him, claiming he damaged the dignity of the nobility. By tying all the nobles together, even if the imperial family wanted to blame him, he would have an excuse.

Besides, with the Second Prince looking after him, how could they possibly blame the fat man?

"And what if I insist on dining here?" Beneath Dai Yao's calm tone, he suppressed a fury in his heart like an erupting volcano.

A dignified prince, yet unable to dine in the nobles' dining area—wouldn't that be the greatest joke in the world? By then, he would become the laughingstock of the Royal Academy.

The fat man smiled contemptuously. In an instant, Martial Soul Possession took hold, and two yellow Spirit Rings flickered. An invisible pressure surged toward Dai Yao.

"Are you going down yourself, or shall I invite you?" the fat man asked with a half-smile.

The commotion on the second floor also drew the attention of the first floor. Everyone looked up, and after understanding the conflict, they began discussing it.

"When did the empire get a Fourth Prince? How come I didn't know?"

"He was only granted the title recently. I just don't know how the Fourth Prince ended up crossing these nobles," someone well-informed explained.

Dai Yao briefly compared his own strength with the fat man's and understood that he had no chance of winning at all. He gritted his teeth and slowly went downstairs.

The Second Prince, Dai Yaming, leaned sideways against the railing and looked down at Dai Yao, asking with ill intent, "You told me not to regret what I'd done before. Well, I don't regret it now."

Hearing Dai Yaming's provocative words, Dai Yao did not look back. Dignity was something one fought for with one's own strength, and he was far from a match for the Second Prince and his people. What he lacked now was time. As long as he was given enough time to unleash his potential, Dai Yaming would be no match for him at all.

What he needed to do now was endure.

The Commoner Soul Masters on the first floor also started talking.

"Why was the Fourth Prince chased down here?" someone asked, craning his neck to look.

"How useless. A dignified prince, bullied like this and still not daring to fight back. If it were me, if someone dared humiliate me like that, I'd make sure we both went down together," someone said, looking at Dai Yao with contempt.

After arriving on the first floor, Dai Yao found an empty seat under everyone's gaze and began eating.

"A noble coming to eat in the place for us Commoner Soul Masters? What a joke."

The onlookers all cast contemptuous looks at Dai Yao. Usually, those nobles always stood high above them, and now that a noble had been driven down here, how could they not kick him while he was down?

"Haven't you said enough?" A fiery-red figure scattered the crowd gathered around him and came to Dai Yao's side.

"Everyone has times when things don't go their way. Don't any of you have any sympathy?"

Feng Wutong shouted at the onlookers.

"Don't tell me you like him. Are you trying to become an Imperial Concubine?"

"You think he'll remember your kindness just because you're helping him now? Nobles are cold and ungrateful by nature, black to the bone. He won't remember how good you were to him at all!"

The onlookers' malicious guesses about Feng Wutong made her Eyebrows Raised in Anger.

Just as she was about to strike back, a hand landed on her shoulder.

"Thank you for your kindness. I appreciate it, but this is my business after all. You shouldn't get involved. It won't do you any good."

Dai Yao's expression was as usual, as if he had not been affected by the Second Prince's humiliation just now.

He slowly walked out of the dining hall and took one last look at the second floor. At that moment, Dai Yaming was watching him, raising his cup in salute, the mockery in his gaze growing stronger and stronger.

Taking a deep breath, he arrived outside the dining hall. Just as he was about to go back and cultivate, he saw someone completely unexpected.

Writer's block.