Previous Life, Both Youths Are Related to Meng Shiwan

Yuan Tuo's fingertips twitched, and the black mist dispersed. Water snakes landed, and wooden thorns appeared.

Yuan Tuo chuckled, pretending not to see them, and walked over. The wooden thorns shattered one by one.

Meng Anli's eyes sparkled. So strong!

She must have cultivated for many lifetimes to have such a powerful teacher.

She couldn't wait to begin her studies.

Meng Anli looked at the dazzling red-haired youth.

He was already eye-catching, and now sitting at a desk in the last row, his expression was also somewhat stunned.

Clearly, he hadn't expected him to be so formidable.

Yuan Tuo stood on the podium, casually picked up the ruler, and squeezed it. The ruler crumbled into dust.

"I'm afraid of this thing too."

His master had hit him with it quite a bit before.

He chuckled and swept his gaze over the dozen or so disciples who were standing and sitting improperly.

"Allow me to formally introduce myself. My surname is Yang, and you can call me Teacher Yang."

The red-haired youth impatiently tapped on his desk. "No matter what your surname is, you seem to have some skill. So, tell us, what are your rules?"

"The only rule: during class, you must stay in this room. I don't care what you do."

"Aren't you afraid we'll make noise and disturb Princess Anli?"

"She won't be disturbed by you."

Yuan Tuo turned to look at Meng Anli, his voice gentle. "Anli, why don't you find a seat first?"

The red-haired youth jumped off the desk, a malicious grin on his face. "I'll sit here."

Yuan Tuo frowned slightly, about to speak, but Meng Anli had already walked over, wiping the chair and desk that had been dirtied by his feet.

As soon as she sat down, four water snakes appeared out of thin air on the desk.

Meng Anli expressionlessly picked up one of them, tied a knot, and placed it on the corner of the desk.

The snake moved, seemingly restricted by a spell, unable to break free.

She picked up the other three and did the same, arranging the four knots into a flower.

She looked at the red-haired youth and chuckled lightly, "Thank you for the welcome gift."

The red-haired youth looked at the snakes, then at Meng Anli's serious, clear little face, and grinned maliciously.

"You've got some nerve, huh?"

A large toad appeared on the desk.

Never mind being afraid, just the sight of its bumpy skin was enough to make one feel disgusted.

Meng Anli cast a restriction spell on the toad and placed it on the flower. She then took out a string of coins from her sleeve and tied it to the toad's tongue.

The toad's bumps transformed into the appearance of strings of coins.

It was incredibly cute.

She looked at the white-clothed youth and said earnestly, "A golden toad brings gold, wealth, and blessings. Thank you."

The smile on the white-clothed youth's face vanished for a moment.

"Pfft~"

Yuan Tuo chuckled on the podium. "What a harmonious and friendly group of classmates. I don't know your names yet, so while the books haven't arrived, let's get to know each other."

No one spoke.

Yuan Tuo asked indifferently, "Are you afraid?"

"What is there to be afraid of?" the red-haired youth spoke first. "My surname is Guang, given name Ling."

Meng Anli's heart skipped a beat.

Guang Ling, the Crown Prince of the Guang Clan Dragon Tribe.

In her previous life, after she was imprisoned in the dark cell, Meng Shiwan had come to gloat.

She had said that when she wanted the Dragon Tendon Whip, the Crown Prince had feigned affection with the young dragon girl of the Guang Clan, and when Meng Anli loved him the most, he had ripped out her dragon tendons.

Her brother, Guang Ling, and her father, the Dragon King, had sought revenge for her. Guang Ling was killed by Crown Prince Shaoguang, and the Dragon King was suppressed in the mortal world.

She looked at Guang Ling with pity in her eyes.

Guang Ling turned his head and met her gaze, saying displeasedly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Meng Anli thought for a moment. "Perhaps I feel that you have boundless resources but waste your time, which is pitiful."

Guang Ling raised his fist. "Do you want to test who is wasting their time?"

"Not now. Let's wait for the test in three months."

Guang Ling pouted. "Coward."

Yuan Tuo said, "Then who should I introduce next?"

The white-clothed youth spoke, "Mo Ziqian."

Meng Anli's eyelids twitched. Mo Ziqian, the young master of the Mo family's third branch?

She knew Mo Ziqian, also thanks to Meng Shiwan's boasting.

It was said that the Mo family's businesses spanned the Immortal Realm and the mortal world, and the competition for the patriarch position was even more intense than the succession to the throne.

The next patriarch was Mo Ziqian, who had been unknown until recently.

He loved Meng Shiwan so much that when Meng Shiwan married the Crown Prince, he gave all his fortune as a dowry for her, leaving himself penniless, yet he was willing to work for the Crown Prince for free.

His reputation for deep affection spread throughout the Seven Realms.

Meng Anli moved a little further away from him.

Mo Ziqian lowered his eyes, looking pitiful. "Does the young lady think I reek of money?"

Before Meng Anli could speak.

Guang Ling preemptively interjected sarcastically, "After all, she is Princess Anli. Naturally, she views money as dirt."

Meng Anli didn't retort, but her gaze towards him became even more sympathetic.

Child, you treat him sincerely now, but later this fellow will be at the beck and call of your mortal enemy.

Guang Ling was angered by her gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that again?"

Meng Anli shook her head, fiddled with the golden toad in the air, making its head point towards Guang Ling, and lightly tapped it.

Golden Toad: "Croak~"

"Pfft~" Yuan Tuo couldn't hold back his laughter.

Guang Ling shouted in exasperation, "Meng Anli!"

Mo Ziqian softly called out to him, "Guang Ling, let it go."

Guang Ling calmed down. "Hmph! As a man, I won't stoop to the level of a little woman like you."

Yuan Tuo was in a good mood.

This is really interesting, much more interesting than being in the North Sea.

Anli is like a soft bun, yet she doesn't let herself be taken advantage of. Truly worthy of being the master's disciple.

He gestured to the others, "Who should introduce next?"