Ning Rongrong Completely Submits! Blue Silver God King, Chen Xuan!

"Heehee."

Ning Rongrong ran along, thinking smugly to herself.

"I'll just say my Martial Soul has just evolved, my foundation is unstable, and my soul power circulation is a bit sluggish, so I need Master to personally guide and consolidate it."

"This excuse is simply perfect!"

"Master is so gentle, he definitely won't refuse."

"By then, it will just be a world for two between me and Master!"

The more she thought about it, the happier she became, the corners of her mouth curling upward uncontrollably.

That violent woman Dugu Yan, and that hypocrite Qian Renxue, would never guess this brilliant idea of mine!

Hmph, trying to compete with me!

Carrying high hopes for a world for two, Ning Rongrong arrived at the courtyard where Chen Xuan lived, familiar with the path.

She smoothed out her slightly disheveled skirt, took a deep breath, and was just about to push the door open when she suddenly froze.

Through the gap in the courtyard gate, she saw two familiar figures.

Beside the stone table in the courtyard, Qian Renxue sat upright, her long golden hair shimmering in the sunlight, her temperament noble and elegant.

She held a cup of clear tea in her hands, earnestly asking Chen Xuan for advice on something.

On the other side, Dugu Yan rested her chin in her hands, her beautiful purple eyes fixed unblinkingly on Chen Xuan, making no effort to hide her admiration, occasionally interjecting with a question or two.

The smile on Ning Rongrong's face froze instantly.

She felt as if she had been struck by lightning, petrified on the spot.

The smugness and anticipation that had just been overflowing were now doused from head to toe by a basin of cold water, leaving her chilled to the bone.

She... seemed to have been too clever for her own good.

Just as she stood there, caught between advancing and retreating, Dugu Yan inside the courtyard seemed to sense something; her gaze shifted, meeting Ning Rongrong's eyes outside the gate.

Dugu Yan was startled for a moment, then a mocking smile curled the corners of her lips.

She crossed her arms, watching the girl at the door whose pretty face was turning from red to white, and spoke in a voice that was not loud, yet clearly audible.

"Yo, isn't this the young lady of the Ning family?"

"Don't tell me, you're here to ask the teacher for extra lessons too?"

"Let me guess your reason... is it that your Martial Soul just evolved and your foundation is unstable?"

Dugu Yan's playful voice carried clearly both inside and outside the courtyard.

The color drained from Ning Rongrong's face in a flash, only to flush a deep crimson a second later.

Her beautiful peach-blossom eyes widened as she looked at the purple-haired woman inside the courtyard with her playful smirk, and she stammered out.

"H-how did you know?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she wanted to bite off her own tongue.

Wasn't this just confessing without being asked!

Hearing this, the smile on Dugu Yan's face deepened.

She extended a slender finger, lightly tapping her smooth chin, her tone languid.

"Because..."

"This excuse, this young lady used it half a month ago."

Boom!

Ning Rongrong felt as if something had exploded in her brain.

A rush of hot blood surged straight to her head.

She felt like she was about to burst into flames.

Damn it!

This wretched violent woman actually beat her to it!

The perfect excuse she had racked her brains to come up with was actually something someone else had already played out!

The shame and embarrassment made her wish she could crawl into a hole in the ground immediately.

Just as Ning Rongrong was about to be ignited by her own fury, a clear, indifferent voice rang out.

"Enough."

It was Qian Renxue.

She remained seated on the stone stool, her posture as elegant as a swan.

The sunlight fell, casting a faint golden glow over her luxurious palace attire, making her look holy and noble.

She didn't even turn to look at Ning Rongrong at the door, merely setting down the teacup in her hand with a crisp, faint sound.

Her clear, golden eyes swept calmly over Dugu Yan, her voice devoid of any warmth.

"This is an academy, a place for seeking knowledge and pursuing the path."

"If you have any other intentions, it would be best to leave early!"

As Qian Renxue spoke, she stood tall and straight, her swan-like neck tracing a perfect curve.

Her exquisite face wore an indifferent expression, as if she were stating something entirely mundane.

Her legs were crossed, revealing a portion of her calf wrapped in golden silk stockings beneath her skirt hem.

The lines were taut and elegant; every detail seemed like the most outstanding work of a deity, filled with a beauty that brooked no desecration.

This remark was less of a lecture to Dugu Yan and more of a warning to Ning Rongrong at the doorway.

That aloof posture and that disdainful gaze all served to declare her legitimacy and authority.

The anger in Ning Rongrong's heart stalled, instantly replaced by a sense of humiliation at being looked down upon.

However, someone reacted even more strongly than her.

"Heh."

Dugu Yan let out a soft chuckle.

She straightened up from the stone table and crossed her arms, her explosive figure appearing even more breathtaking under the wrap of her tight leather outfit.

She looked Qian Renxue up and down, her purple eyes filled with provocation.

"Qian Renxue, what do you mean by that?"

"Are you really going to claim that you don't have the slightest 'other intentions' toward Teacher?"

As these words fell, the air seemed to freeze.

Qian Renxue's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"I am different from you."

She replied calmly, her tone imbued with an innate pride.

"What I seek is only the Great Dao."

"Is that so?"

Dugu Yan's smile deepened, her gaze becoming highly aggressive, as if she wanted to see through Qian Renxue from the inside out.

"Then are you dressing up so flamboyantly every day for the sake of the Great Dao?"

Ning Rongrong at the doorway also snapped back to reality, instantly grasping the point.

That's right!

This woman dresses so grandly every time she sees Master, yet she claims to have no intentions? Who is she trying to fool!

Ning Rongrong's gaze also became scrutinizing, meeting Dugu Yan's eyes in the air.

They formed an invisible united front, both aiming their gazes at the golden figure sitting there.

Stared at by two equally probing gazes, the expression of indifference that Qian Renxue had maintained for ages finally showed a crack.

Her hand, holding the teacup, paused slightly.

In her heart, a trace of panic she hadn't even noticed herself began to emerge.

Within the courtyard, the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

Three peerless young women stood in a standoff, neither willing to yield.

Just then, a gentle voice broke the silence.

"So lively today?"

Chen Xuan's figure appeared by the moon gate of the courtyard, though no one knew when he had arrived.

He was dressed in white, handsome and refined, with a faint smile on his face, as if he hadn't noticed the tense, sword-drawn atmosphere in the courtyard.

"Master!"

"Teacher!"

"Dean!"

Three voices rang out almost simultaneously.

The three women, who had been at each other's throats a second ago, now seemed to share a tacit understanding, instantly sweeping away every trace of emotion from their faces.

Qian Renxue set down her teacup, stood up, and nodded slightly, returning to her noble and elegant demeanor.

"Teacher, I have some questions regarding the application of soul skills that I would like to ask for your guidance on."