Fighting a Great Spirit Master, Ning Rongrong Becomes a Little Fan?!

"I have to admit, kid, your strength is indeed impressive."

"But it's better to keep a low profile in life; don't be so arrogant."

Bai Jiaming had a weed dangling from his mouth, his hands clasped behind his head as he looked lazily at Ye Ruilin.

Ye Ruilin's gaze immediately fell upon the disheveled youth in the white robe.

"I don't know what to call you, brother, but how about we trade a few blows?"

With just one look, a smile appeared on Ye Ruilin's face.

This white-robed youth was no simple character.

Crossing blades with him should be quite interesting.

"You're crazy, kid! Senior Brother Bai is the strongest among this group."

"His soul power has already reached level 23."

"Furthermore, Senior Brother Bai's martial soul is the incredibly powerful tool-type martial soul, Streamer Sword."

Ye Xiaoxian spoke up in a hurry, fearing that Ye Ruilin would overestimate himself and challenge Senior Brother Bai.

Ye Ruilin cast a glance at the agitated girl before his eyes returned to the white-robed youth.

"Ye Ruilin, martial soul Qilin, level 12 power-attack battle soul master. Please enlighten me."

Upon hearing this, a playful smile immediately appeared on the white-robed youth's face.

"You know full well that I've reached level 23, yet you still want to fight me."

"Kid, you really are arrogant beyond measure."

Bai Jiaming spat out the weed in his mouth and cracked his neck as he walked toward the center.

It had been a long time since he had seen such an arrogant kid.

He hadn't stretched his limbs in a while; today would be a good chance to warm up.

"Bai Jiaming, martial soul Streamer Sword, level 23 power-attack battle soul master."

As both sides declared their names, the atmosphere in the arena immediately became tense.

The white-robed youth rotated his hands, loosening his wrists, which triggered a series of popping sounds from his joints.

This crisp sound instantly added a few layers of pressure to the scene.

The onlookers swallowed hard, unable to help themselves.

They were well aware of Senior Brother Bai's strength; when he struck, one would either end up dead or crippled.

Two yellow soul rings appeared at Bai Jiaming's feet. With a flick of his wrist, a beautiful longsword materialized in his palm.

He lifted his wrist slightly, spinning the blade into a graceful flourish.

"Watch out."

As the words fell!

BOOM!

In that very instant, a massive surge of soul power rushed straight toward Ye Ruilin's face.

Ye Ruilin's expression remained unchanged, but a burst of flames surged up behind him.

The flames rose, subsequently surrounding the two of them.

The rising fire faintly took the shape of a dragon behind Ye Ruilin, as if a living fire dragon had manifested.

Fire Qilin stepped out from the flames, its body appearing even more massive than a moment ago.

Its skin was covered in a layer of scorching red scales.

Fire Qilin raised its beastly head and spat out a ball of flame.

The target was none other than Bai Jiaming.

A layer of soul power instantly appeared in front of Bai Jiaming, shielding him.

He then let out a ROAR and charged straight at Ye Ruilin.

The longsword in his hand emitted a cold, icy glint in the air.

Ye Ruilin, however, was not the least bit flustered.

With a light tap of his feet, he vanished from before Bai Jiaming.

Five Elements Bagua; the moment the flames took shape, Bai Jiaming was already trapped within his Flame Bagua Formation.

As long as he wished, Bai Jiaming would be unable to break through this fiery formation.

Fire Qilin let out a roar, and a massive surge of energy rippled outward; the heat wave made Bai Jiaming's expression turn rather grim.

"First soul skill, Twin Swords Fusion."

In a flash, two longsword phantoms appeared behind Bai Jiaming, and the two images rapidly merged.

A massive Streamer Sword hung above their heads, carrying an intense sense of oppression.

The tip of the sword pointed straight at the Fire Qilin amidst the flames.

As Bai Jiaming's finger fell, the longsword began to plummet rapidly, cutting through the surrounding flames like a hot knife through butter.

Such a thunderous strike made the hearts of everyone nearby tighten.

Ye Ruilin, however, showed no signs of panic; under his control, the Fire Qilin once again unleashed its Dragon Scale Breath.

This time, the Dragon Scale Breath seemed even more powerful, and the phantom of a fire dragon roared as it charged toward Bai Jiaming's longsword.

The sound of the dragon's cry echoed through the skies.

The two powerful forces collided instantly, erupting into a massive wave of energy.

Among the onlookers, those with insufficient strength were blown away by the shockwave of this power.

The elder standing to the side acted instantly, containing the situation within a small area.

He could not help but show a look of admiration on his face.

Young geniuses—to think that a battle at merely the Soul Grand Master level could possess such terrifying might.

In the distance.

Ever since Ning Rongrong learned that her father was going to choose a study companion for her, she had been pouting, her expression one of great displeasure.

Cultivation was a very dull affair, and she did not want to practice every single day.

If she had a study companion, it meant someone would be watching her, which was a great source of distress for her.

When she learned that the strongest among the family trials would be chosen today to become her companion, the little girl hurriedly dragged Ning Fengzhi to the pavilion to watch.

She had been thinking of finding some fault to ruin the whole affair!

However...

The scene of Ye Ruilin making his move fell entirely under the little girl's eyes.

Seeing that this boy had such powerful strength despite only having 12 levels of soul power, the little girl's mouth hung open in shock.

She had completely forgotten the purpose for which she had come.

Now, she had a new idea.

"Daddy, he's so amazing."

"I want him to be my study companion!"

The result of this trial was no longer important; Ning Rongrong already had the companion she wanted in her heart.

Ning Fengzhi felt a headache coming on.

He had intended to choose a child from within his own clan to be his daughter's companion, someone who could even become her personal bodyguard.

This boy was not a member of their clan!

Not long ago, the boy's father had even paid a visit.

If the Kirin Ye Clan found out that their young master had become his daughter's study companion, wouldn't that be a disaster?!

"Rongrong, I think this boy Bai Jiaming is quite good. He's older than you, can take care of you, and his strength is also very strong."

Ning Fengzhi tried to divert Ning Rongrong's attention.

Ning Rongrong, however, crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Ning Fengzhi with some dissatisfaction.

"Daddy, you said it yourself—the strongest person should be my study companion."

"Look, that boy is only level 12, yet he can already fight Bai Jiaming to a standstill."

"If he reaches Bai Jiaming's level, he will definitely be even more powerful than him."

"I want him to be my study companion, okay? Daddy, I'm begging you."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong hugged Ning Fengzhi's arm and began to act spoiled.

The naive charm of his little daughter was on full display.

This made Ning Fengzhi, who was already a doting father, instantly unable to hold his ground.

He couldn't resist for more than two or three minutes before he surrendered.

"Fine, fine, fine."

"As you wish, it shall be as you wish."

"But let's get this straight: I agree to let this boy become your study companion, but whether he is willing to be your companion or not depends on his own wishes."

"If he isn't willing, there's nothing I can do."

Ning Fengzhi said with a huff.

Deep down, however, he was quite certain that this lad would likely refuse to become his daughter's study companion.

Ning Rongrong, on the other hand, bounced up and leaned over the balcony, peering down once more.

A confident smile graced her face as she lifted her chin high, looking just like a little white swan!

"This lad will definitely be willing to become my study companion!"

Ning Fengzhi felt helpless; he exchanged a glance with Sword Douluo, and the two of them shook their heads with wry smiles.

There was no helping it—who else but this girl could make them indulge her so?