Douluo: Poisonous Tongue, Loves Telling the Truth

After all, given her status, it was just a meal, nothing more.

"Just this once. Don't come over without letting me know in the future."

"You come in too."

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Oscar hurriedly thanked him.

Even though Xia Ran was a few years younger than him, his strength as a Soul Ancestor was unquestionable, and he was a support-type Soul Master to boot.

They weren't close enough to be casual with each other yet, so they all felt a bit reserved when facing Xia Ran.

At the dining table, Xia Ran took out two more sets of cutlery.

Ning Rongrong couldn't wait; she used a small knife to slice off a piece of beast leg meat and, ignoring the heat, popped it straight into her mouth.

The secret seasoning blended with the unique aroma of the meat, instantly awakening her taste buds the moment it touched her tongue.

The young girl hissed while chewing and swallowing, and once the small piece of meat was down, her eyes lit up.

"Xia Ran, seriously, this is the best, best, best food I've ever eaten in my life!"

Coming from the wealthiest sect on the Douluo Continent, she had tasted countless delicacies.

But when it came to roasting a simple beast leg like this, Xia Ran was definitely the first person in the world to do it.

In fact, Xia Ran hadn't expected the spices on the Douluo Continent to be of much higher quality than those on Blue Star; they were purely natural with zero additives, and some were even produced by plant-type soul beasts.

Simple barbecue seasonings and hot pot dipping sauces tasted incredibly delicious.

Paired with the leg meat of speed-type soul beasts, it was unimaginably fragrant...

"How about I come here to eat every day? Please! I can pay you!"

"Ten thousand Gold Soul Coins every month!"

Ning Rongrong offered her terms while chewing, her voice muffled.

Compared to that bowl of white porridge, this place was simply heaven.

However, Xia Ran didn't want to invite trouble; Ning Rongrong had no utility value to him here.

Instead of putting effort into befriending her, he might as well think about how to break up Tang San and Xiao Wu.

If he could really break up these two fated protagonists of the Douluo Continent, he wondered what kind of rewards he might get.

"Get out as soon as you're done. I have things to do."

"Don't you have to attend classes?"

Facing such nonsense, Xia Ran couldn't be bothered to respond.

It was Oscar, standing to the side, who provided the explanation.

"He isn't a student of the academy, so he doesn't have to attend the daily classes."

"How old is he? Why is his strength so high?"

"He should be 12. His soul power reached level 41 a few days ago."

Ning Rongrong, who was wolfing down the food, wasn't paying attention and swallowed a large chunk of meat whole.

She choked until tears streamed down her face, her small hands patting her chest repeatedly until she finally caught her breath after a long while.

"12 years old!"

Ning Rongrong was currently 11 years old with level 26 soul power.

In their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, or even across the entire continent, that was considered a genius-level cultivation speed.

It was hard to imagine that Xia Ran had reached level 41 soul power at the age of 12.

Her beautiful eyes, mixed with tears, looked stunning, and combined with her shocked expression, it made Oscar's heart flutter once again.

Xia Ran finished his meal first, then took his teacup and went to rest on a rocking chair outside the house.

After the meal, Ning Rongrong wanted to look around the room, but she was ruthlessly kicked out by Xia Ran.

Just then, the academy's iron bell rang for class, so she had no choice but to leave in low spirits.

Led by Oscar to the assembly area, the others were already lined up.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses stood in front of the group, signaling for the two of them to join the ranks quickly.

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue, found Zhu Zhuqing, and stood next to her.

No sooner had she stood still than she began whispering, as if sharing earth-shattering gossip with her best friend.

"Zhuqing, guess how old Xia Ran is this year?"

Without waiting for an answer, Ning Rongrong said in an exaggerated, shocked tone.

"He's only 12!"

"Quiet!"

The middle-aged man looked at this little demoness, veins faintly bulging on his forehead.

A look of helplessness appeared on his somewhat sharp and mean-looking face.

"My name is Flender, I am the Dean of Shrek Academy, and also your teacher."

"My martial soul is the Four-Eyed Eagle, a level 75 agility-attack system battle soul saint."

"Your lesson for today is physical training. From now on, run twenty laps around the entire village. If you haven't returned before lunch, you won't be eating."

"You may use your own martial souls to assist you. Oscar, you are responsible for leading the way. Move out!"

As his voice fell, Oscar was stunned for a moment, but he still led the group toward the village entrance.

Only Tang San was called aside by Flender.

As for Xia Ran, he did not have the soul ring of the Blue Silver Emperor, nor had he absorbed that soul bone.

Right now, he couldn't even communicate simply with Ah Yin, let alone tell her the honest truth.

"It seems I'll have to wait until we head to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes to complete the system quest..."

Chapter 12: Battle at the Soul Fighting Arena

Time slipped away, and in the blink of an eye, the main cast had been at the academy for quite some time.

During this period, it was nothing more than Ning Rongrong refusing to follow the rules and being shunned by Tang San and the others.

Later, after Dai Mubai learned of Zhu Zhuqing's identity, he put on an act of turning over a new leaf, hoping to earn her forgiveness.

However, throughout this time, Zhu Zhuqing's aversion toward him hadn't dropped in the slightest.

These past few days, Ning Rongrong had come to Xia Ran's place every morning to mooch off his meals, bringing Zhu Zhuqing along with her.

Xia Ran had wanted to refuse, but she directly handed over twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins, claiming it was their food expenses for the month. Who would turn down money?

On this day, Flender finally began to set his sights on these little ones.

He prepared to take them to the Suotuo Soul Fighting Arena, as this would not only hone their combat skills but also allow him to earn a small profit.

In the evening, inside the Soul Fighting Arena.

Flender led everyone to register their soul fighting information and wait on the contestant platform. Since there was still some time before their matches, they took the opportunity to watch the bouts of other contestants.

"Welcome to Suotuo City!"

"Next, we have the most lopsided matchup in the history of this arena!"

"Luo Xiaobai versus Huyan Shun."

The host's martial soul seemed to be a microphone, and combined with his years of experience, he delivered the opening remarks with such passion that the atmosphere in the audience was instantly ignited.

"Our Luo Xiaobai is actually going to challenge the level 55 soul king Huyan Shun today with only level 42 soul power."

As he finished, a commotion erupted in the crowd!

"Is this guy crazy? Challenging a soul king from the Seven Great Sects with a 13-level gap? And with so many people betting on him to win, this has to be rigged by the bookies!"

"I can tell you're new here. This Luo Xiaobai is a veteran. Back when he was a soul elder, he dared to challenge soul ancestors. Now that he has obtained his fourth soul ring, no one below a soul king can stop him."

The person speaking looked smug as he educated the newcomers in the audience.

The alias Xia Ran had chosen for himself in the arena was Luo Xiaobai. Ever since he advanced to a soul grand master, he had participated in a betting match every night. Sometimes, when he was truly short on cash, he would even join death matches. He was already a celebrity in this arena.

His current record was: 764 wins, 303 losses.

For this cross-level challenge, to be safe, he had entered a betting match, which meant killing was prohibited.

"Is he really that terrifying?"

"Just watch! You'll see soon enough."

On the contestant platform, everyone was shocked.

At the same age, while they were still feeling smug about their Makabaka, Xia Ran was already fighting a soul king!

The most jealous among them was Dai Mubai. Being suppressed by a mere black cat despite his White Tiger martial soul made him feel immense humiliation.

"Let us invite both contestants to the stage!"

On the soul fighting platform, the two figures presented a stark contrast.

Xia Ran was still dressed in white, his face handsome, standing there like a graceful young nobleman.

On the other side, Huyan Shun stood over two meters tall, covered in fat, leaving a footprint with every step—a true, massive fatty.

"Kid, I have to say, you've got guts!"

"You don't actually think that just because this is a betting match, there won't be any danger, do you?"

The expression on his fat-distorted face was mocking; clearly, he already viewed Xia Ran as his prey.

As a member of the Seven Great Sects, being challenged by an unknown kid from a lower level—if he didn't teach him a lesson, wouldn't he be losing face for his sect?

"Too much talk."

The only response he received was these four short words and a cold, indifferent expression.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the arena had reached its peak, the host immediately flew into mid-air.