As Ye Yuan slowly approached,
Splash! Something in the water seemed to have come ashore.
And it was rapidly running toward Ye Yuan.
Ye Yuan readied himself as the thing shot straight out of the bushes.
Years of being a knight had honed Ye Yuan's reflexes into muscle memory.
He spun aside and immediately pressed down on the chest of the figure that had leaped from the grass.
He raised his sword high in his right hand, preparing to kill it.
"Ah!"
The scream stopped Ye Yuan's movements. Only then did he see clearly that this was no soul beast.
It was a naked young beauty.
Ye Yuan's gaze could not help drifting downward.
"You pervert, let me go!"
Ye Yuan immediately released the girl.
"I-I'm sorry."
"I thought you were a soul beast."
The image of the girl's flawless white body lingered stubbornly in Ye Yuan's mind.
At that moment, Ning Rongrong wanted to die.
She had originally been heading to Shrek Academy.
The journey had been long, and after walking for so long, she was drenched in sweat.
So she had found a nearby river to bathe in.
Who would have thought there would be a snake in the river?
It gave Ning Rongrong quite a fright, so she ran ashore.
But just as she reached the bank and wanted to put on her clothes, the white-robed man before her knocked her to the ground.
He had even placed his hand on her chest and seen all of her.
Ning Rongrong had no time to think.
She immediately picked up her clothes from the ground and put them on.
Ye Yuan turned his back to her, and the faint rustling behind him stirred his thoughts.
The scene in his mind refused to fade.
Just as Ye Yuan was still reflecting on what he had done,
he suddenly sensed a burst of killing intent behind him.
He immediately turned around. Ning Rongrong, now holding a small knife, was stabbing it toward Ye Yuan.
Ning Rongrong had already changed into a blue dress. She was rather tall for a girl, already standing at 170 centimeters.
Her chest rose high, ready to burst free.
Beneath her short skirt were a pair of fair, slender legs.
Ye Yuan quickly grabbed Ning Rongrong's hand. Ning Rongrong was a support-type Soul Master, and she was also a woman.
Thus, she had very little strength and could not move her arm even an inch after Ye Yuan seized it.
"Let go! I'm going to kill you!"
"You pervert!"
Ye Yuan raised Ning Rongrong's knife-holding hand high.
Then he pressed her entire body against a tree, their bodies extremely close together.
"I already told you, I didn't do it on purpose."
"Besides, you were the one who suddenly jumped out of the bushes." Ye Yuan explained.
Ning Rongrong struggled with all her might, only to find that she could not break free.
Then she threatened him, "Let me go now!"
"Otherwise, I'll have my father kill you!"
"My father is the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
Ye Yuan's pupils contracted. He had not expected the girl before him to be the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong!
He was not afraid. Instead, excitement surged through his heart.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's support abilities were universally acknowledged as the strongest on the continent.
With her help, Ye Yuan would have great confidence in obtaining his next soul ring!
"Let me go! Otherwise, when I get out of here, I'll have Sword Grandpa kill you!"
"Let me go, you filthy pervert!"
Seeing that Ning Rongrong still would not calm down, Ye Yuan threatened, "If you keep this up, I wouldn't mind becoming a real rogue for once."
"I'll take you right here, little girl."
Ning Rongrong was somewhat frightened, but she still forced herself to say, "You wouldn't dare!"
Then she continued struggling without pause.
Ye Yuan sighed softly.
Smack! Ye Yuan slapped Ning Rongrong's buttocks.
Ning Rongrong's voice abruptly stopped.
Just when Ye Yuan thought she would settle down, Ning Rongrong instead struggled even more fiercely.
So Ye Yuan directly placed his hand on Ning Rongrong's leg and moved it up her thigh toward her full chest.
Ning Rongrong was frightened.
She was afraid that the man before her would actually do it.
So she dropped the short knife in her hand and gave up struggling.
Then she burst into tears. "Wuwuwu..."
Only then did Ye Yuan release her.
But he had not expected Ning Rongrong to squat on the ground and keep crying.
Ye Yuan felt somewhat helpless.
In the original story, Ning Rongrong was the most mischievous and eccentric of them all.
But she was not a bad person.
"Alright, stop crying."
"How about we have a match?"
"My martial soul is a sword, and you said you're Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
"I heard that Sword Douluo Chen Xin dotes on you immensely. As the person Sword Douluo cherishes most,"
"you must have learned quite a few of his sword techniques, right?"
"You and I will not use Soul Power. We'll simply compete with sword techniques."
"If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me."
"If I win, you must agree to one condition. How about it?"
Ning Rongrong stopped crying and looked up at Ye Yuan through tearful eyes.
"Really?"
Ye Yuan nodded. "Absolutely."
He was like a wolf, waiting for Ning Rongrong, the little white rabbit, to deliver herself to him.
"You're not allowed to lie!"
"Come on." Ning Rongrong picked up a long branch from the ground.
"We'll use branches for the match!"
Ning Rongrong was brimming with confidence in this wager.
Over the years, she had learned quite a bit of swordsmanship from Sword Grandpa.
Though she could not claim any great attainment in the way of the sword, she was still highly proficient.
Let's see if I don't beat him until he's utterly defeated!
Ye Yuan replied, "Sure!" He bent down and picked up a branch similar to the one in Ning Rongrong's hand.
The moment he picked it up, Ning Rongrong attacked first.
"Take this!"
Ye Yuan responded calmly.
The two exchanged blows back and forth.
Ye Yuan gained a clear understanding of Ning Rongrong's swordsmanship.
It had to be said that Ning Rongrong truly deserved to be the one Sword Douluo Chen Xin cherished most. Her sword techniques were dazzlingly skillful.
But Ye Yuan still shook his head.
In his eyes, she was still far too lacking.
Many of Ning Rongrong's moves were unnecessary, mostly intended to look graceful.
To put it bluntly, they were too flashy.
Seeing that it was getting late, Ye Yuan worried that nightfall would hinder his later attempt to obtain a soul ring.
So he intended to end the battle quickly.
He thrust his branch straight at Ning Rongrong, and Ning Rongrong met it with an attack of her own.
In Ning Rongrong's view, Ye Yuan would certainly dodge, and she would not be struck by his attack.
But Ning Rongrong discovered that Ye Yuan did not dodge at all and simply let her branch stab toward him.
Ning Rongrong panicked. Though it was only a branch, it would still hurt badly if it struck someone.
Frightened, she dodged away.
"An opening!" Ye Yuan immediately changed direction and knocked the branch from Ning Rongrong's hand.
Then he held his branch against Ning Rongrong's neck.
He said to Ning Rongrong, "I concede."
Ning Rongrong had not expected Ye Yuan to be so clever.
She felt as if she wanted to cry but had no tears.
Ye Yuan simply stared blankly at Ning Rongrong.
"What are you looking at?" Ning Rongrong snapped shyly.
"I-I, Ning Rongrong, accept the outcome of the wager!"
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can afford to lose."
Her body trembled slightly, and tears once again hung at the corners of her eyes.
Then she walked toward Ye Yuan and placed both hands at her collar, unfastening its buttons.
A strange, delicate fragrance belonging to a young girl drifted into Ye Yuan's nose.
Ning Rongrong directly opened her collar and pulled her clothes downward.
Revealing her pink-white undergarment.
It had to be said that Ning Rongrong's figure was truly like a thin branch bearing abundant fruit. The snowy whiteness at her chest was squeezed by her clothes, ready to burst forth.
Just as she seemed to have made a tremendous decision and was about to take the next step,
a large hand directly pulled up Ning Rongrong's clothes, covering her exposed skin again.
"What are you doing?" Ye Yuan asked.
Ning Rongrong looked at Ye Yuan with tearful eyes and shouted, "Isn't this what you wanted? What are you pretending for? Wuwuwu..."
Ye Yuan held his forehead, feeling helpless.
"When did I ever say that was what I wanted?"
"I'm level 20 now and need to absorb my second soul ring. I want you to help me."
"Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can be of great help in my obtaining a soul ring."
After hearing this, Ning Rongrong's face immediately turned as red as a ripe apple.
It seemed she had really misunderstood him.
Although she had also been somewhat at fault in what had happened earlier,
she still felt unwilling to accept it.
Ye Yuan fastened Ning Rongrong's collar and said again, "You're not that old, yet you're already quite vain."
It would have been fine if Ye Yuan had said nothing, but the moment he did, Ning Rongrong grew anxious.
"Wh-who says I'm vain?"
Ning Rongrong opened her collar again, revealing the edge of her pink-white undergarment.
The deep cleavage appeared before Ye Yuan once more.
It was so deep it could drown Ye Yuan!
Ning Rongrong puffed out her chest and put her hands on her hips.
"Isn't my figure and appearance good enough?!"
She questioned him loudly.
Ye Yuan truly could not understand this woman.
When he wanted to look, she refused to let him.
When he stopped looking, she insisted on making him look.
"Ah... a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea."
"Practicing the sword is still the simplest thing."
But what puzzled Ye Yuan even more was whether Ning Rongrong was made of flowers.
It was one thing for her entire body to give off a natural fragrance.
Even the breath she exhaled was fragrant.
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