Popular Meng Jing

"Miss Meng, I am Qian Feng, a genius disciple of the Azure Sky Gate, at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage."

"Miss Meng, I am the grandson of the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion's Pavilion Master..."

The moment Meng Jing appeared, a whole crowd of young men gathered around her to show their goodwill.

To them, any Ancient Aristocratic Family was an existence beyond their reach.

If someone like that appeared in a place like this, they had to make friends with her properly.

If they could become Dao Companions, it would bring enormous benefits to both themselves and their families, influencing their family's fortune for a thousand years.

Meng Jing paid no attention to their overtures. "My surname isn't Meng. My name is Jiang Ping An."

After saying that, she eagerly rushed toward the Dessert Area.

All kinds of pastries were laid out there, making her mouth water.

The young men who had been ignored were not angry. Instead, seeing Meng Jing's adorable and mischievous appearance, they liked her even more.

They continued going over to show their goodwill.

From their reactions, Jiang Ping An could see Meng Jing's current status.

Some people did not go directly to Meng Jing, instead approaching Jiang Ping An.

Feng Yuchen, the one who claimed to be from the Dragon Profound Sect, stepped in front of Jiang Ping An and asked, "What are you to Miss Meng?"

"She is my superior's daughter," Jiang Ping An replied.

Feng Yuchen suddenly understood. So he was a servant.

His gaze immediately turned indifferent. "Tell me what Miss Meng likes and what hobbies she has. If you satisfy me, I'll reward you with a Spirit Gathering Pill."

"You can ask her yourself."

Jiang Ping An felt that revealing Meng Jing's affairs without permission would be somewhat impolite.

"A mere servant dares to defy me?" Feng Yuchen's eyes instantly darkened.

Jiang Ping An's expression turned strange. This counted as defiance?

He could not understand this young man's way of thinking. What kind of environment had this person grown up in, to believe that anyone who did not do as he wished was in the wrong?

Jiang Ping An could not be bothered with him and turned toward the place where food was being served.

Seeing himself ignored, Feng Yuchen's eyes flickered. He memorized Jiang Ping An's appearance, intending to teach him a lesson two days later.

Jiang Ping An did not care whether he had offended the other party. This was the Prefect Residence, after all. They would not dare make a move here.

Suddenly, his gaze landed on several pieces of demon beast meat. Sensing the energy contained within, his face filled with shock.

"This seems to be meat from a Foundation Establishment Late Stage demon beast!"

"What a country bumpkin. You've never even eaten such low-grade meat."

As Feng Yuchen passed by, he sneered. He was very displeased with the person who had defied him. What right did a servant like this have to defy him?

"He's just low-cultivation trash. He hasn't even reached Martial Master, so it's normal that he's never eaten this kind of meat. Just a poor wretch."

A round, pudgy fat man popped out. He was none other than Ma Wei, whom Jiang Ping An had driven away yesterday.

Ma Wei still held a grudge over what had happened yesterday. When he saw Jiang Ping An enter with Meng Jing earlier, he had been badly startled.

Fortunately, he had overheard that Jiang Ping An was not close to Meng Jing. Otherwise, it really would have been difficult to take revenge.

Hearing the two men's mockery, Jiang Ping An frowned. He did not want to cause trouble and ignored them.

He took out a purple pill and handed it to the chef. "I'd like to buy some demon beast meat."

Demon beast meat was far better than Blood Qi Pills and Spirit Gathering Pills. Not only could it replenish spiritual energy, but it could also replenish blood qi, making it extremely suitable for his cultivation.

"Foundation Establishment Pill!!"

When Ma Wei saw the pill Jiang Ping An had casually taken out, his mung-bean-sized eyes widened at once.

This brat actually had such a precious pill!

Feng Yuchen was also stunned for a moment. Even with his special status and his family's resources, he would still feel the pinch from casually taking out a Foundation Establishment Pill.

Yet this brat had directly taken out a Foundation Establishment Pill to buy food.

Was he that rich?

The chef smiled and shook his head at Jiang Ping An. "The Prefect has instructed us that meals are free for you geniuses during these days, but you cannot take too much away."

Jiang Ping An was secretly shocked. Meat from such high-level demon beasts was actually free. He had broadened his horizons again.

"Then please give me a piece."

Jiang Ping An was very happy. If it was free, he could save a great deal of resources.

He had never eaten demon beast meat of such a high grade before. It surely contained abundant spiritual energy and blood qi.

Using a specially made knife, the chef swiftly cut off a large piece of meat, placed it on a plate, and handed it to Jiang Ping An.

Jiang Ping An did not dare take too much. Meat with such concentrated energy might fill him after only a few bites. Eating too much could very well cause his body to burst apart.

"What a country bumpkin. Just look at that ignorant expression."

Ma Wei suspected that Jiang Ping An, who did not even know about the Vast Mist Sect, simply had no idea of the Foundation Establishment Pill's value. That was why he had used one to buy meat.

Jiang Ping An had no intention of responding, but Meng Jing appeared behind him at some point.

Holding a plate of pastries, she glared at Ma Wei and shouted, "Who are you calling a country bumpkin!"

Ma Wei's face stiffened. He had not noticed Meng Jing behind Jiang Ping An.

He hurriedly said, "I wasn't talking about Miss Meng. I was talking about the servant beside you."

"You're the servant! Your whole family are servants! Jiang Ping An is my... best friend!"

Hearing someone mock Jiang Ping An made Meng Jing very unhappy. She no longer even felt like eating pastries.

Ma Wei's expression turned somewhat ugly. "Miss Meng, I am from the Vast Mist Sect."

Meng Jing froze for a moment, then said, "Does being from the Vast Mist Sect mean you can insult people whenever you want? You insulted my friend, so I insulted you. That's perfectly reasonable."

"And you announce your sect the moment you step outside. How embarrassing."

This was not the Prefect Residence, nor was it the outside world. It did not matter even if she offended him.

Besides, a colossal force like the Vast Mist Sect would not come seeking trouble over such a minor matter.

Ma Wei's face darkened. He had not expected her to give him so little face.

Seeing the people around him whispering and laughing at him, Ma Wei could no longer stay.

"Two days from now, strength will speak for itself!"

He did not want to say anything more. Dragging his round body along, he left with a dark expression.

Fights could not be started freely here. Two days from now, he would make them regret this!

Feng Yuchen, who had mocked Jiang Ping An alongside him earlier, had vanished at some point. It seemed that he was quite skilled in movement techniques.

"Hmph."

Meng Jing pulled Jiang Ping An over to sit beside her. "From now on, I'll protect you. If anyone bullies you, tell me."

Having awakened her Thunder Spirit Body, she had thrown all her previous talk of keeping a low profile to the back of her mind.

Jiang Ping An smiled. "All right."

Meng Jing took a bite of pastry, her little legs swinging from the stool. "You need to hurry up and break through too. In two days, the five-month battle for spots will begin. The higher your ranking, the more resources you'll receive."

"How will the spots be contested?"

Jiang Ping An took a bite of meat and activated the Earth Accumulation Art, digesting the energy contained within it.

Meng Jing pointed outside the window. "Do you see that mountain?"

Jiang Ping An looked in the direction she pointed.

There really was a tall mountain there. Mist swirled around it, while mysterious runes flickered nearby, making it look extremely enigmatic.

Meng Jing said, "That mountain has thirty levels in total. Five months from now, only those who reach the top ten levels will qualify to participate in the Hundred Counties Tournament."

"The higher your ranking, the more resources you can collect each day. And the higher you go, the denser the spiritual energy becomes. Cultivating for one day on the very top level is equal to cultivating outside for a month!"

"However, it won't be easy to hold your ground up there. Every day, you must accept three challenges. If you lose, you'll have to descend one level."

"There are seventy-eight geniuses in total this time: eighteen at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, twenty-five at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, thirty at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, and five cultivators below Foundation Establishment."

As Meng Jing finished speaking, she gave Jiang Ping An a deep look.

"Although you definitely won't be able to seize a spot and won't have the chance to participate in the tournament, don't lose heart. When this Miss wins resources, I'll come back and split them with you!"