Little Rich Girl's Bait

Get up.

Reflection.

Eat.

Attend class.

Though it was still class, this life was completely... or at least mostly... enjoyable.

Holding the young miss in white stockings, resting his head on a beautiful girl's black-stockinged thighs—his old daydreams had become reality.

Class, then dismissal.

Then he pushed his classmates to work harder.

An Zhen felt that, as class monitor, he was very responsible. For example, he had directly fostered the entire class's studying atmosphere.

"Keep it up, Vice Class Monitor. I'll leave the rest to you."

"Wu Feng, your little black socks look great today~"

Amid the Red Dragon Girl's embarrassed and furious glare, An Zhen slipped away.

Ning Tian lowered her head, her gaze falling on Wu Feng's strong, straight calves and black silk ankle socks, then glanced at her own over-the-knee white silk stockings.

Did An Zhen like black stockings?

Or did he prefer girls like Wu Feng?

The Golden-Haired Young Miss pondered this.

Set up the stall.

Business was booming.

An Zhen had truly become a notable figure at the academy—not because of the milk tea, but because a freshman had beaten up a senior on the first day of school. Such a genius naturally drew attention, especially with Taotie Douluo appearing at this Milk Tea Stall.

But for An Zhen, it had no effect beyond improving his stall's business.

Zhang Lexuan had not come by these past few days, and An Zhen was happy to enjoy the peace and quiet.

Xu Sanshi came to buy milk tea again, using the money he had earned from a full day of hard work. According to him, it was because Jiang Nannan had not thrown the milk tea he bought straight into the trash last time. Instead, she had placed it on an empty table and ignored it. An Zhen did not see what was different about that—wasn't it still rejection? But judging by Xu Sanshi's excited expression, it seemed like some enormous breakthrough.

An Zhen, who spent every day surrounded by girls, did not understand, but everyone had their own aspirations.

Back that night.

Virtual World.

Huo Yutong had been getting busier and busier lately. She was even holding metal and carving knives in her arms—the whole set of Soul Engineer equipment. Fan Yu had originally been unwilling to add to this hardworking child's burden, but Huo Yutong had taken it back on the grounds that the next day was a rest day.

"Soul tools."

An Zhen played with an unfinished First-Level Soul Tool Core Device.

Oh, he seemed to be a Soul Engineer too—a Third-Level one at that.

His godfather was Jing Hongchen, so An Zhen enjoyed the finest educational resources in this field. Fan Yu was a genius in this regard, but a small pond could not nurture a True Dragon. Shrek's Soul Tool development was like Mingde Hall and Sun Moon Academy's Soul Master training—perhaps even worse. After all, Shrek did not have a Level 9 Soul Engineer.

But he could not display that here.

Xu Tianran was useless. He had only provided him with a suitable, flawless orphan identity, not a Soul Engineer background. Still, he could not ask for too much. Though he was supposedly an undercover agent, Xu Tianran had never intended to obtain any top-secret intelligence through An Zhen. It was more like tossing a toy to Jing Hongchen's descendant.

"Keep it up, Yutong."

The boy gave her soft, fair cheek a hard suck.

Rather than making Soul Tools himself as a lazy person, he might as well train a top-tier Soul Engineer for himself.

With only a core formation, as long as there was enough energy and time, she could mass-produce them.

Tenth-Level Soul Engineer Huo Yutong ≈ Tenth-Level Soul Engineer An Zhen

"Mm."

The loli's flushed cheeks instantly filled with motivation.

"Dong'er~"

After the loli left, An Zhen wrapped an arm around Wang Dong'er's delicate body.

"Mmph."

The girl tacitly accepted the way he addressed her.

"Th-this time, only feet."

"It's not like I want to do that kind of thing twenty-four hours a day." The boy looked utterly innocent. An Zhen felt very wronged. He simply wanted to sleep while holding a fragrant, soft, beautiful girl.

"If there wasn't something poking me right now, I might believe you." Wang Dong'er rolled her eyes beautifully.

"Holding such an intelligent, beautiful, exquisite, adorable, youthful, radiant, charming, wonderful beautiful girl." The string of praise made the corners of the girl's lips curl up unconsciously.

"If I didn't react at all, wouldn't that make me a eunuch?"

"Sigh, who told this young miss to be so charming?" The tsundere young miss lifted her fair neck and nodded lightly in satisfaction at the boy's flattery. "Fine, but you'd better behave yourself."

"Of course."

An Zhen was an honest man.

A new day.

Reflection.

"I'm going to eat with Ning Tian."

Huo Yutong:!

Wang Dong:?

A foot kicked straight at An Zhen's crotch.

The handsome youth was furious.

You slept with this young lady all night, and then you were going on a date with another girl?

"This kick is for Yutong!"

"Let me finish first."

Relying on his impressive physical abilities, An Zhen dodged the sudden attack.

An Zhen explained what had happened.

"After all, we're on the same team."

"She's obviously trying to win you over!" Wang Dong could hardly fail to see such an obvious hint.

"Why refuse when someone's offering you money?"

Could An Zhen not see it? Of course he knew.

"If you take their things, you'll owe them a favor. Be careful not to get tied to someone else's chariot."

Those pink-blue eyes stared at An Zhen suspiciously. The youth's knowledge and physical abilities were completely unlike those of an orphan. The latter could still be explained away as talent, but as for the former—where had he learned about Ma Xiaotao's Evil Fire?

She did not ask.

A girl in love did not want to think about such questions.

Wang Dong suddenly felt there was no need to remind him. This guy was far too sly; he would never suffer a loss outside.

What worried her more was whether he had taken a liking to Ning Tian and Wu Feng.

"Remember, you can't wrong Yutong."

Or me.

Wang Dong threatened him with all the ferocity of a little kitten.

"I'm leaving."

After rubbing the little loli's cheeks, An Zhen headed out.

Shrek South City was a commercial district, and when it came to commerce, one simply could not avoid the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Its legacy spanned ten thousand years; even saying it was wealthy enough to rival nations was insufficient. How immense must the fortune accumulated generation after generation over ten thousand years have been? Not to mention that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was a top-tier support martial soul with the ability to appraise treasures.

A tall building stood there, like an enlarged nine-story treasure pagoda. Every floor gleamed with a different gorgeous luster, as though countless treasures shone within.

Nine Treasures Pavilion.

"This is a place that sells things, right?"

They were eating here?

Dressed in an exquisitely crafted black robe trimmed with gold, the handsome youth looked like a noble prince who had stepped out of a storybook. He examined the luxurious yet classical decor, his dark eyes carrying an untainted purity.

"Since it sells things, naturally it sells food too." Though the young lady Ning Tian's face was still somewhat youthful, her bright yellow gown and regal bearing revealed elegant nobility.

Compared with the pair who looked like a golden boy and jade girl, the black-stockinged JK girl following behind them with a bored expression seemed somewhat out of place.

An Zhen's clothes had been a gift from Ning Tian.

So this was a matching couple's outfit?

The youth glanced at Ning Tian's long dress. It really did look like a matching couple's outfit.

There were no attendants or maids to lead the way. As the young lady of the family, Ning Tian was naturally extremely familiar with her family's business here. After all, this was one of the most important branches outside the headquarters.

An advanced soul-tool elevator had been installed inside the wooden tower. Though the tower was made of wood, the material was probably no less sturdy than steel. It was either some special spiritual material, or it had once been a powerful plant-type Soul Beast.

Third floor.

The tables and chairs were made of redwood inlaid with gold threads and carried a faint fragrance. The paintings hanging on the walls were clearly the work of masters. Every object in the private room would be worth a fortune outside.

Simply put, it was splendid and magnificent, yet classically elegant.

Just looking at the youth sitting carelessly in his chair without the slightest concern for his image made the difference between a nouveau riche and a great family with a legacy clear. But no matter how ancient a family's inheritance was, it still had to bow before an equalizer that made all things equal.

"Feels like even speaking here means you have to quote some poetry or something."

Except during wartime, this was absolutely not a place ordinary people ought to appear. Living was already exhausting enough—couldn't one at least live a little more freely?

"That's an exaggeration. An Zhen, just treat this place as your own home. Relax." The poised and elegant young lady spoke with a smile.

The pretty maidservants brought out the dishes.

Terrorclaw Bear Paw.

Millennium Purplefin Tuna.

Very expensive.

Although An Zhen was poor, he knew good food when he saw it. Jing Hongchen's household ate very well.

A single meal cost over ten thousand Gold Soul Coins. Could the young lady of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan really spend so extravagantly?

Would they bring out a contract of sale next?

"Delicious."

He was a little stuffed.

Compared to ordinary cuisine, food made from such ingredients was practically medicinal cuisine. Ning Tian stopped after only a few bites and drank tea instead. With too much energy in her body, her support-type soul master physique would not be able to withstand it.

By the time An Zhen and Wu Feng stopped eating, around one-fifth of the food remained on the table.

"I'm glad you like it."

Ning Tian elegantly picked up a handkerchief and wiped her lips.

"Would An Zhen like to take a look around the Nine Treasures Pavilion?"

"Of course. I've long heard of its great reputation."

Treasures.

All kinds of treasures.

From the earth, from the sea.

High-grade Soul Tools, millennium- and ten-thousand-year spiritual items, even soul bones.

"Soul Ascension Pill."

An Zhen's gaze suddenly stopped on a corner.

A lone little jade bottle sat inside the display case. The label read: "Soul Ascension Pill, 9,999 Gold Soul Coins."

"But don't pills like these usually start at over ten thousand?"

The bait had appeared.

So that was why Ning Tian had not mentioned anything besides academy matters during the meal.

"All pills in the Nine Treasures Pavilion undergo specialized inspection. There absolutely won't be any quality issues."

"However, the Nine Treasures Pavilion also accepts commissions to sell items for others. Perhaps its owner urgently needs money."

Even Ning Tian herself did not quite believe that explanation.

She remembered An Zhen mentioning his need for this kind of pill before. Such pills were practically impossible to find on the market, and whenever one appeared, it was immediately bought. She had only just ordered this one placed here, specifically having her subordinates steer other customers away from this corner.

As for the low price...

An orphan could not afford it anyway.

She had made inquiries. No one within or outside the city was selling Xuan Water Pills.

Four digits subconsciously felt like much less than five digits. She had to give him benefits little by little and could not rush things. That would seem too calculating. Young prodigies all had their pride, though this one had once openly expressed his desire to be kept by a Little Rich Girl.

"That's great. I'll buy it."

The young man's innocent eyes, filled with excitement, met Ning Tian's somewhat stunned gaze.

An Zhen took out a Black Card.

Young lady, it seemed you had miscalculated~