First Meeting with Ning Rongrong, the Scoundrel Ye Yuan

Just as Ye Yuan slowly approached.

"Splash!" Something in the water seemed to have come ashore.

And it was running rapidly toward Ye Yuan's position.

Ye Yuan braced himself, and the thing lunged directly out of the bushes.

Years of serving as a knight had honed Ye Yuan's muscle memory.

He immediately dodged with a spin, then pinned the chest of the figure that had burst from the brush.

His right hand raised his sword high, ready to strike it down.

"Ah!"

A scream made Ye Yuan freeze, and only then did he see clearly that this was no soul beast.

It was a stark-naked beautiful girl.

Ye Yuan couldn't help but let his eyes drift downward for a glance.

"You pervert, let go of me!"

Ye Yuan immediately released the girl.

"I... I'm sorry."

"I thought you were a soul beast."

The girl's flawless, snow-white body lingered in Ye Yuan's mind.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong felt like she wanted to die.

She had originally been on her way to Shrek Academy.

Because the journey was long and she had been walking for quite a while, she was covered in sweat.

So, she had found a nearby river to bathe in.

Who would have known there was a snake in the water?

It had given Ning Rongrong such a fright that she scrambled onto the bank.

But just as she climbed out and reached for her clothes, she was tackled to the ground by this man in white robes.

He had even placed his hand on her breasts and seen everything.

Ning Rongrong didn't have time to think.

She immediately grabbed her clothes from the ground and put them on.

Ye Yuan turned his back, the rustling sounds behind him making his heart race.

The image in his mind refused to fade.

Just as Ye Yuan was still reflecting on his actions.

He suddenly sensed a murderous aura behind him.

He turned around immediately, and at that moment, Ning Rongrong was stabbing toward him with a small knife.

Ning Rongrong had put on a blue dress; the girl was quite tall, already reaching 170 centimeters.

Her chest was high and prominent, nearly bursting out of her clothes.

Beneath the short skirt were a pair of fair, slender legs.

Ye Yuan was quick-witted and grabbed Ning Rongrong's hand; Ning Rongrong was an auxiliary-type soul master and a woman.

Her strength was minimal, and she couldn't move an inch once her arm was caught by Ye Yuan.

"Let go, I'm going to kill you!"

"You pervert!"

Ye Yuan held Ning Rongrong's hand, which was still clutching the knife, high up in the air.

Then he pinned her entire body against a tree, the two of them pressed extremely close together.

"I already told you, I didn't do it on purpose."

"Besides, you were the one who suddenly lunged out of the bushes," Ye Yuan explained.

Ning Rongrong struggled with all her might for a long time, only to find she couldn't break free.

Then she threatened, "Let me go right 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 constricted; he hadn't expected the girl before him to be the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong!

He wasn't afraid; instead, his heart surged with excitement.

Because the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was recognized as the strongest on the entire continent.

If he had her help, Ye Yuan would have a much greater chance of obtaining his next soul ring!

"Let me go! Otherwise, once I get out, I will definitely have Sword Grandpa kill you!"

"Let me go, you stinky hooligan!"

Seeing that Ning Rongrong still wouldn't quiet down, Ye Yuan threatened, "If you don't settle down, I wouldn't mind being a real hooligan for once."

"I'll just take you right here, you little girl."

Ning Rongrong was a bit scared, but she still braced herself and said, "You wouldn't dare!"

Then she continued to struggle incessantly.

Ye Yuan sighed softly.

"Smack!" Ye Yuan slapped Ning Rongrong on the buttocks.

Ning Rongrong's voice came to an abrupt halt.

Just when Ye Yuan thought she would quiet down, Ning Rongrong struggled even more violently instead.

So, Ye Yuan placed his hand directly on Ning Rongrong's leg and slid it up her thigh toward her towering peaks.

Ning Rongrong was terrified.

She was afraid that the person in front of her was for real.

She dropped the short blade in her hand and gave up struggling.

Then she began to cry loudly, "Wuwuwuwu..."

Only then did Ye Yuan let her go.

But he didn't expect this Ning Rongrong to squat on the ground and cry non-stop.

Ye Yuan felt a bit helpless.

In the original work, this Ning Rongrong was the most mischievous of them all.

But she wasn't a bad person.

"Alright, stop crying."

"How about this, why don't the two of us have a match?"

"My martial soul is a sword, and you say you are Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"I've heard that Sword Douluo Chen Xin dotes on you extremely, and as the person Sword Douluo dotes on the most,"

"You must have learned quite a few of his sword techniques, right?"

"Let's have a match using only sword techniques, without using any soul power."

"If I lose, I'll let you do whatever you want with me."

"If I win, you have to agree to one condition of mine, how about it?"

Ning Rongrong stopped crying and looked up at Ye Yuan with teary eyes.

"Really?"

Ye Yuan nodded and said, "Guaranteed."

He was like a wolf waiting for Ning Rongrong, this little white rabbit, to deliver herself to his doorstep.

"Don't you dare lie to me!"

"Come on then." Ning Rongrong picked up a long tree branch from the ground.

"We'll use tree branches for the match!"

Ning Rongrong was full of confidence regarding this wager.

Over the years, she had learned quite a lot of swordsmanship from Sword Grandpa.

While she couldn't claim to have achieved mastery in the way of the sword, she was certainly proficient.

Just watch her beat him to a pulp!

Ye Yuan replied, "Sure!" He leaned down and picked up a tree branch similar to the one in Ning Rongrong's hand.

As soon as she picked up the branch, Ning Rongrong launched the first attack.

"Take this!"

Ye Yuan responded with composure.

The two of them traded blows back and forth.

Ye Yuan gained a clear understanding of Ning Rongrong's swordsmanship.

It had to be said that Ning Rongrong was worthy of being the person Sword Douluo Chen Xin doted on the most; her sword techniques were performed with incredible skill.

However, Ye Yuan still shook his head.

In his view, it was still lacking quite a bit.

Many of Ning Rongrong's moves were superfluous, mostly aimed at pursuing aesthetics.

To put it bluntly, they were a bit too flashy.

Ye Yuan saw that it was getting late and worried that the fading light would be unfavorable for obtaining his soul ring later.

He decided to end the battle quickly.

He thrust his sword directly toward Ning Rongrong, and she met the strike head-on.

In Ning Rongrong's view, Ye Yuan would surely dodge, meaning she would not be hit by his attack.

However, Ning Rongrong realized that Ye Yuan did not dodge at all, letting the sword thrust straight toward him.

Ning Rongrong panicked; even though it was just a tree branch, it would still hurt quite a bit if it poked her.

She dodged in fear.

"A flaw!" Ye Yuan immediately changed his direction, knocking the branch out of Ning Rongrong's hand.

He then pressed the branch against Ning Rongrong's neck.

He said to Ning Rongrong, "I accept your concession."

Ning Rongrong had not expected Ye Yuan to be so clever.

She felt like crying but had no tears.

Ye Yuan just stared blankly at Ning Rongrong.

"What are you looking at!" Ning Rongrong snapped coquettishly.

"I... I, Ning Rongrong, am a good sport!"

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can afford to lose."

Her body trembled slightly, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes once again.

She then walked toward Ye Yuan and placed her hands on her collar to undo the buttons.

A strange, maidenly fragrance drifted into Ye Yuan's nose.

Ning Rongrong unfastened her collar directly and pulled her clothes down.

Her pinkish-white undergarment was revealed.

It had to be said that Ning Rongrong's figure was like a slender branch bearing heavy fruit; the snow-white skin at her chest was squeezed by her clothes, practically bursting out.

Just as she seemed to have made a huge decision and was about to take the next step.

A pair of large hands pulled Ning Rongrong's clothes back up, covering her exposed skin once more.

"What are you doing?" Ye Yuan asked.

Ning Rongrong looked at Ye Yuan with teary eyes and shouted, "Isn't this what you wanted? Stop pretending! Wuwuwu..."

Ye Yuan held his forehead, feeling somewhat helpless.

He said, "When did I ever say this was what I wanted?"

"I'm at level 20 now and need to absorb my second soul ring; I wanted to ask for your help."

"Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can be of great help to me in obtaining a soul ring."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong's face immediately turned as red as a ripe apple.

It seemed she had truly misunderstood him.

Although she was also somewhat at fault for what happened just now.

She still felt unconvinced in her heart.

Ye Yuan pulled Ning Rongrong's collar shut and said again, "You're not very old, but you're quite vain."

It would have been better if Ye Yuan hadn't said anything, but as soon as he did, Ning Rongrong became agitated.

"Who... who said I'm vain?"

Ning Rongrong opened her collar again, revealing the edge of her pinkish-white undergarment.

A deep cleavage was once again displayed before Ye Yuan's eyes.

This cleavage was deep enough to drown him!

Ning Rongrong puffed out her chest and put her hands on her hips.

"Aren't my figure and appearance good enough?!"

She demanded loudly.

Ye Yuan really could not understand this woman.

When you want to look, she refuses to show you.

When you stop looking, she forces you to look.

"Sigh... a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea."

"Practicing the sword is still the simplest thing."

However, what puzzled Ye Yuan even more was, was Ning Rongrong made of flowers?

It was one thing for her whole body to emit a natural fragrance.

But even the breath she exhaled was fragrant.