The Wager with Mu Ningxue

"Cultivating impurely?" Mu Ningxue asked with a trace of doubt.

"Mm, perhaps the growth of his cultivation isn't solely relied on hard work," Chen Lang nodded.

"You mean he's tainted by the Vatican?"

In this world, under many circumstances where a Beginner Mage cultivated, it wasn't just talent; there was another possibility.

That was being tainted by the Vatican!

The Black Vatican did not have the ability to help people enhance their talent, but methods to make a Beginner Mage grow rapidly certainly existed.

Some discarded pawns of villains didn't need any solid foundation.

"I can't be certain of this either, and I haven't seen what members of the Black Vatican look like."

"I'll have my dad keep an eye on him later."

Chen Lang did not continue, instead changing the subject: "Did your dad agree to what I discussed with you?"

Mu Ningxue thought of Mu Zhuoyun's previous expression, then said: "I can agree to your request, but it must be before what you promised is fulfilled."

To say there was much affection between the two of them would be very hypocritical.

It was fundamentally a transaction, so Chen Lang did not care about Mu Ningxue discussing this with him.

"Naturally. After you've been at the Intermediate Level for a while, I will help trigger and awaken your Soul Seed. As for your family's matters, I will make arrangements as soon as I return."

Mu Ningxue nodded, though she hesitated slightly for a moment.

"What is it?" Seeing her hesitate to speak, Chen Lang asked.

"I plan to see someone," Mu Ningxue thought for a moment and spoke truthfully.

"Is it inconvenient to bring me along?"

"No, it's not..."

Hesitating for a moment, she still talked about what happened when she was young.

"You... don't misunderstand, I don't have any feelings for him. It's just that because of my actions back then, a not-insignificant amount of harm was done to his family. Tomorrow's duel actually has to do with me as well..."

Listening to Mu Ningxue's explanation, Chen Lang said indifferently: "I'm not the petty type, and to speak accurately, I'm the one who snatched someone away by force anyway."

Mu Ningxue did not explain further, as she could tell that Chen Lang did not harbor any dissatisfaction.

Only then did she lead Chen Lang to a wind-howling terrace, where a figure stood.

Mu Ningxue and Chen Lang walked a few steps, coming up behind that young man, and she took the initiative to speak: "I asked Xin Xia, and she said you were here."

"Still looking for me this late? This time I can't carry you while running." Mo Fan didn't even turn his head, casually grabbing a piece of newspaper used for wrapping peanuts, spreading it beside him to signal the newcomer to sit next to him.

"Quite considerate, aren't you?" At this moment, Chen Lang spoke up.

Hearing this, Mo Fan was startled!

Turning his head, he realized that it wasn't just Mu Ningxue who had come.

Mo Fan stared blankly at Chen Lang, who was with Mu Ningxue, and immediately blurted out: "Who is he?"

"Chen Lang, my... my fiancé."

Perhaps with others, Mu Ningxue wouldn't introduce him this way.

But she had some understanding of Mo Fan.

Therefore, bringing Chen Lang here, besides warning him not to throw his life away, was undoubtedly also to nip any inappropriate thoughts Mo Fan might harbor in the bud.

Hearing Mu Ningxue's introduction of Chen Lang, Mo Fan felt a tiny bit of loss, but right now it didn't seem entirely unacceptable.

"Coming here, I hope you won't go tomorrow. Yu Ang will deal a ruthless hand against you; he is utterly subservient to my father, and any slight disadvantage to my father, even just a single curse against him, will make him view the offender as an irreconcilable enemy to the death." Mu Ningxue had no intention of walking over; she just stood there and said to Mo Fan.

Mu Ningxue felt that Yu Ang was Mu Zhuoyun's dog.

Yet in reality, from Chen Lang's perspective, that was simply Yu Ang's inherent nature.

However, he didn't interrupt, because he could also tell that Mu Ningxue indeed did not have that kind of imagined affection for Mo Fan.

Perhaps this woman was simply the type whose exterior was cold while her interior was warm.

As far as she was concerned, she held some guilt toward Mo Fan, but more than that, they were childhood friends.

"Your dad really adopted a good dog. I reckon here in Bocheng, he tells it to bite whoever he wants." Mo Fan didn't have a shred of goodwill toward Yu Ang.

"Even so, I'm still going to beat him black and blue tomorrow."

Seeing that Mo Fan was impervious to reason, Mu Ningxue lost her patience as well: "Hopeless. Let's go."

In her view, Mo Fan simply didn't understand the consequences of losing this match...

On the way back, Chen Lang casually remarked: "You seem certain that the brother from just now will lose?"

Although Mu Ningxue felt that saying these things was meaningless, since Chen Lang brought it up, she still replied: "Both are Beginner Mages, but Yu Ang has numerous magic tools prepared by my father and has cultivated for so many years. There's no way he can win."

"That kid just now isn't as simple as he looks to you. In my opinion, that Yu Ang will lose tomorrow."

Mu Ningxue felt she simply couldn't understand Chen Lang. As a scion of a influential clan, did he not understand the difference between commoner youths and clan youths?

Even if Mo Fan was truly somewhat outstanding, these gaps were solid and real.

Chen Lang seemed to have thought of something and immediately said: "Care to make a wager?"

"Boring."

Mu Ningxue had no such intention.

"Then you believe me?"

Mu Ningxue actually found this kind of thing extremely uninteresting, but she couldn't withstand Chen Lang using such a boring form of agitation.

She then asked: "What do you want to bet on?"

"If that kid from just now wins tomorrow, let me taste your lips."

Although Chen Lang wanted to bet bigger, some matters were better not rushed, otherwise it wouldn't be as pleasant.

"And if you lose?"

"Whatever you want me to do, or any condition you want me to fulfill, anything is fine."

At this moment, Mu Ningxue couldn't understand why Chen Lang was so confident that Mo Fan could win.

Naturally, she didn't believe it, so she agreed: "Fine, I'll bet with you!"

The next afternoon.

Before the sky had completely darkened, the Mu Clan Manor was already decked out in festive decorations.

It was clear that Mu Zhuoyun had put a lot of thought into today's arrangements. Of course, he wasn't just targeting Mo Fan.

In his eyes, Mo Fan at this moment was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at will.

To put it bluntly, he actually wanted to use this duel to make one thing clear to the commoner institution of Tianlan Magic High School.

Even commoner youths with a certain degree of talent remained utterly vulnerable when facing clan youths.

Bocheng was still governed by nobles like them.

The commoner youths from the academy could only serve as sparring partners, or even just stepping stones.

People came and went in the Mu Clan Manor, and Chen Lang also spotted the mature and charming Tang Yue, as well as Zhan Kong with his stubbly beard.

Though they had never met, he still recognized their identities at a glance.

Chen Lang didn't proactively go over to befriend and converse with them, instead accompanying Mu Ningxue to a set of seats arranged by Mu Zhuoyun to sit down and quietly await the start...