Do Blondes Have It Easy Getting Girls? Did It Start on Douluo Continent?

"Ah, this feels good! This is what freedom feels like!"

Chen Lang stepped out of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and took a deep breath, savoring the refreshing air that filled the sky. He could not help but sigh with emotion.

This was his first time leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He had not brought anything with him this time, traveling light.

What a joke. He was carrying ten million Gold Soul Coins. Whatever he wanted, he could just buy.

Your brother had plenty of money!

"Go, go, go! Let's go!"

Chen Lang climbed into the carriage that had long been prepared and signaled for the driver to head toward Shrek Academy.

Other than the driver, he had not allowed anyone else to accompany him.

Because he liked freedom.

He had not even let Sword Douluo come to see him off.

As for this driver, he was merely an ordinary coachman.

But how could Sword Douluo possibly not come to see him off?

Not long after Chen Lang left, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Ning Fengzhi appeared atop the sect's city gate.

"Fengzhi, I still can't rest easy about Lang'er going out alone. Leave your safety to Old Man Bone. I need to follow that brat," Sword Douluo said to Ning Fengzhi.

"That's only right. Lang'er is still so young. As his uncle, I can't rest easy either." Ning Fengzhi nodded.

"Go without worry. With me here, nothing major will happen to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect." Bone Douluo patted Sword Douluo on the shoulder as well.

After watching Sword Douluo and Chen Lang depart, Bone Douluo looked at the much quieter Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and could not help sighing. "You know, without that little brat around, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect just feels strangely empty."

Sword Douluo had only this one grandson, while Bone Douluo had none. He had long since regarded Chen Lang as his own grandson.

Now that Chen Lang had become so promising, how could he not be happy?

Meanwhile.

In the Star Luo Empire, a golden-haired boy of about twelve with Natural Heterochromia was also driving a carriage alone across the empire, heading toward Shrek Academy.

The boy turned back and looked resolutely toward his homeland. "One day, I'll return. When that day comes, I'll personally shatter the rules you set!"

Shrek Academy.

"Oscar, do you think any new students will join today?" A chubby boy of around nine, who looked somewhat adorably dazed, asked the bearded but youthful-looking boy beside him in boredom.

"How would I know? But with the headmaster's personality and Shrek's rules, there aren't many young people as talented as us."

As Oscar spoke, he pulled out a grilled sausage and handed it to Ma Hongjun.

"Want to eat my big sausage?"

"Get lost!"

One month later.

A carriage slowly arrived at the gates of Suotuo City.

"Young master, we've arrived at Suotuo City," the middle-aged coachman respectfully called into the carriage.

"Mm, I know."

Inside the carriage, a boy of around ten slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes as brilliant as a starry river.

The boy was none other than Chen Lang, who had come from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Over the past month, he had traveled while playing along the way, taking a full month to arrive because it was currently the time when Shrek Academy accepted students.

The weather in August was still somewhat hot, but as a Soul Ancestor, Chen Lang was not greatly affected.

After stepping out of the carriage, Chen Lang stood at the gates of Suotuo City, glanced at the passing pedestrians, and strode inside.

"Young master!"

At that moment, the coachman who had followed Chen Lang for a month suddenly looked at him with teary eyes and cried emotionally, "Do you really not need this humble one to follow you anymore?"

"Is my personal charm really that great?" Chen Lang asked in surprise.

"No, Young Master. It's because the food I've eaten this past month by your side is more than I've eaten in my entire life."

"..."

Chen Lang's mouth twitched. "Get lost!"

Still, before leaving, Chen Lang quietly gave him one hundred Gold Soul Coins.

The man had followed him for a month. Even if he had no great merit, he had worked hard.

"I've truly never seen such a good young master before. I'm touched. I want to cry!"

Watching Chen Lang's departing figure, tears welled in the coachman's eyes.

"Move aside!"

Just then, an angry shout rang out. A golden-haired boy rode in on horseback. Whether he was deliberately riding too fast or the horse had gone out of control, it charged forward at incredible speed, about to crash into Chen Lang, who stood near the gate.

"Young master, watch out!"

The coachman immediately tried to drive his carriage over to ram it, but the carriage horse seemed to have been frightened as well and did not dare move forward to block it.

Seeing this, the pedestrians along the road cried out in alarm.

At that critical moment, Chen Lang retreated half a step like a ghost. The dark sleeves at his wrists fluttered without wind, and as he bent his elbow and exerted force, a pale green glow of Soul Power emerged in his palm and struck squarely against the horse's belly.

The violent steed flew backward like a kite with its string cut, drawing a miserable arc through the air before crashing heavily beneath a wine banner three zhang away.

With a crash.

Amid the sound of ceramic jars shattering, fragrant rice wine flowed over the motionless horse. Mixed with the boy's muffled groan as he rolled away, it echoed through the long street in the late autumn air.

"Phew..."

At the sight, everyone finally let out the breath they had been holding, though shock flashed through their eyes.

How old was that little boy?

He had actually sent a charging horse flying with one palm strike!

"Young master, are you all right? Young master!"

The coachman hurriedly jumped down from the carriage and circled Chen Lang, inspecting him from head to toe. Only after finding that he was unharmed did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"How could I be hurt? Go see whether that blond is all right." Chen Lang sent the coachman over.

"Who are you calling blond? This young master's hair color is Sunshine Bubble Gold No. 003!"

The golden-haired boy staggered to his feet with straw sticking out of his hair. His riding pants, embroidered with silver curling-grass patterns, had torn wide at the knee, yet he still craned his neck and shouted at Chen Lang.

But when he met Chen Lang's gaze, fear unexpectedly rose in his heart.

Dai Mubai found this rather strange. The other party clearly looked younger and weaker than him, so why did he feel this way?

Dai Mubai suddenly recalled the other party's reaction speed and the force of that palm strike. Looking at how he and his horse had been sent skidding seven or eight meters away, he could not help swallowing.

Could this brat also be here to join Shrek Academy?

"Are you all right, blond?"

Looking at Dai Mubai's head of golden hair, Chen Lang revealed an odd smile.

Did blondes have it easy getting girls starting from Douluo Continent?

After all, on Douluo Continent, Dai Mubai had hooked up with quite a few airheaded girls, and before Chen Lang transmigrated, blondes had also been popular with girls like that.

Should he dye his hair blond too?