Living off a Woman Never Tasted So Good

Qian Renxue and Ning Fengzhi chatted and laughed with the others. Every student they passed stopped and greeted them respectfully.

Ning Fengzhi responded with a faint smile, while Qian Renxue appeared easygoing and refined, much like the former.

She nodded and smiled at every student who greeted her, carrying herself like a wise ruler who valued talent and treated others with humility.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi nodded to himself.

It seems I chose the right person.

This is the bearing a crown prince should have.

Whether "Xue Qinghe" was putting on an act or not, this would make the young students at the academy look upon him favorably.

It would be highly beneficial for recruiting and winning them over in the future.

The group soon entered an elegant pavilion.

Qian Renxue called to the guard beside her, "Go invite Brother Yang Yuan over. If he's cultivating, forget it. Don't disturb him."

Though she said that, Qian Renxue dearly hoped Yang Yuan was cultivating.

That way, she could both demonstrate her humility and avoid letting Yang Yuan meet Ning Fengzhi.

Well, Qian Renxue still had not lowered her guard around her "Teacher."

She knew perfectly well that Ning Fengzhi had been willing to give Yang Yuan to her mainly because he did not know enough about Yang Yuan.

If he learned of Yang Yuan's true talent, he would move faster than anyone else.

Just as his father had recruited the Sword and Bone Douluo back then.

However, things clearly did not go as Qian Renxue wished.

Today was the practical combat class. Yang Yuan was on the training grounds, taking on three opponents at once in a playful "spar" with three classmates.

The moment Qian Renxue's man spoke, he swiftly and cleanly knocked down his opponents before coming at the invitation.

He entered a finely decorated reception hall.

With a single glance, Yang Yuan took in everyone present and instantly guessed their identities.

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and Ning Rongrong.

When Yang Yuan entered, Qian Renxue, disguised as "Xue Qinghe," immediately let out a hearty laugh and rose to greet him.

"You must be Brother Yang Yuan?"

"My name is Xue Qinghe. You should have heard of me."

"I have. I only got into Heaven Dou Academy by riding on your name."

Yang Yuan flashed a "simple and honest" grin, his gaze sweeping over "Xue Qinghe."

Those deep eyes, like a river of stars, made Qian Renxue's heart tremble for no reason. It felt as though Yang Yuan had seen through her disguise with a single look.

But Qian Renxue quickly calmed herself and laughed inwardly.

I'm being ridiculous.

I actually suspected little Brother Yang had seen through my true appearance.

After all, not even a Titled Douluo could see through her disguise.

No matter how unusual little Brother Yang's Martial Soul was, he was still only a Soul Grandmaster in his twenties. How could he possibly see through her disguise?

A faint smile appeared on Qian Renxue's refined face as she casually waved her hand.

"You flatter me, Brother Yang. I merely went along with the situation."

"With your talent, every academy under heaven would open its doors to you."

Yang Yuan chuckled.

"You flatter me too, Crown Prince Brother."

Seeing his grinning expression, Qian Renxue could not help complaining inwardly.

This little fellow sure gets familiar quickly. This is only our first meeting, and he's already calling me brother.

Still, that was good. As long as he was not resistant, it was a good sign.

Qian Renxue then looked at Yang Yuan and smiled. "Since you've called me brother, I'll give you a gift for our first meeting."

"It's our first time meeting, so I don't know what you like. I hope you won't think this gift is too modest."

With that, Qian Renxue brushed a hand over a ring.

A finely crafted, long Sandalwood Box appeared in her hand.

After placing the Sandalwood Box on the table, everyone looked over curiously.

Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly.

He did not believe his disciple had come unprepared.

This meeting gift must have been carefully selected.

He just wondered what it was.

As Ning Fengzhi pondered, Xue Qinghe had already opened the Sandalwood Box.

Inside, lined with pale golden Goose Down, lay a Sheathed Longsword.

The sword's scabbard was ancient and unadorned, its surface a muted black that did not seem lifeless.

Qian Renxue looked at Yang Yuan with a gentle smile at the corners of her lips and gestured for him to proceed.

"I obtained this sword by chance. It was forged by the Divine Artisan Lou Gao, and its quality can be called that of a Divine Weapon."

"Brother Yang, you may examine it yourself and see whether this treasured sword suits you."

After hearing that, Yang Yuan's gaze lingered on the sword. Divine light flowed within his Double Pupil, and he had already seen through the sword's true nature.

On Douluo Continent, this sword truly could be considered a Divine Weapon.

He had seen quite a few sword-type Martial Souls at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.

Yet the quality of those sword Martial Souls was far inferior to this sword.

Yang Yuan did not stand on ceremony. He reached out, took the sword from the Sandalwood Box, and lightly twisted his wrist before everyone's eyes.

Clang!

A crisp Sword Chime suddenly rang through the hall.

As the blade was slowly drawn, a gleam reflected off its surface, carrying a faint chill.

Sword Douluo narrowed his eyes, his gaze instantly settling on the sword. His lips moved as he calmly spoke two words.

"Good sword!"

The blade fully left its Scabbard, gleaming like a pool of autumn water, clear enough to reflect a person's face.

The Spine of the Sword was straight, its edge exposed and razor-sharp, its cold light piercing.

Near the Guard were two small characters, carved in a bold, dancing script.

Frost!

Yang Yuan stood with the sword in hand, its blade reflecting his deep Double Pupil.

In both appearance and quality, this sword far surpassed the old companion he had used in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Yang Yuan's lips curled up slightly as he sheathed the Frost Sword.

A satisfied expression appeared on his face.

Sister Qianxun really understands me!

Living off a woman really does taste good!

Yang Yuan placed the Frost Sword back into the Sandalwood Box and grinned. "I really like this meeting gift, Crown Prince Brother."

"I'm glad you like it."

Qian Renxue could not help laughing at that, then introduced Ning Fengzhi and the other two to Yang Yuan.

"Oh, right. These three are..."

After hearing the introductions, Yang Yuan also grinned at Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo. "This junior is Yang Yuan. Greetings, Sect Master Ning and Senior Sword Douluo."

"Hehe, no need to be so formal, Brother Yang. I'm Qinghe's Teacher. Just call me Uncle Ning."

Ning Fengzhi looked amiable. Though he did not intend to compete with his disciple for a genius like Yang Yuan, that did not stop him from wanting to befriend him.

As for Sword Douluo Chen Xin, he merely nodded in acknowledgment.

On Ning Fengzhi's other side, Ning Rongrong gave a dissatisfied snort.

"What's this? You greeted Daddy and Grandpa Sword, but you don't even know to greet me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Fengzhi lowered his head and glared at her.

"What kind of tone is that when speaking to your brother?"

"Hurry and apologize to him!"

Seeing Ning Fengzhi scold Ning Rongrong, Sword Douluo immediately persuaded him from the side. "Fengzhi, Rongrong is still young."

Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly. "Uncle Sword, if this continues, Rongrong will be spoiled rotten by all of you."

After saying that, he continued looking at Ning Rongrong.

"Hurry up and apologize."

Ning Rongrong pouted, but she still apologized to Yang Yuan unwillingly.

"Sorry, Brother Yang Yuan."

"I shouldn't have spoken to you in that tone just now."