Laugh, You're the Challenger! I Only Need to Sit High Upon My Throne! Dream: Always Unable to Eat

Meng Hongchen feigned reserve, covering her face with a shy expression, yet she secretly winked at Xu Qing, saying bashfully:

"Brother Qing... it's been so long, do you still remember little Meng?"

My destined super-handsome guy!! Little Meng here has missed you to death!!

Mmm... I really want to have Grandpa catch you and bully you mercilessly...

"Mn, just call me Brother Xu."

Trying to call me 'darling brother'? Taking advantage of me? Interesting.

A calm voice rang out, and then a figure gradually became clear.

The sunlight from outside fell obliquely across the bridge of Xu Qing's high nose, softening the resolute lines of his face.

His deep black hair and eyes seemed to possess an infinite allure.

It made it impossible for Meng Hongchen to tear her gaze away.

"Xiao, it really has been a long time."

The sigma male maintained his usual state, ignoring the bashful young girl and bypassing the chuunibyou youth to sit nonchalantly in the first chair in the hall.

"Xiao, you are still the same, unable to distinguish the gap between you and me."

"State your business; you know I'm very busy."

Xu Qing picked up the black tea on the side table, summoned the Mystic Ice Marrow, and tapped his fingertips, causing crystalline ice shards to fall into the cup.

Black tea, I only drink it iced.

He drained it in one gulp.

"Ah~~"

"Xu Qing, I am not little Meng; I won't be innately suppressed by your Ultimate Ice Martial Soul!"

Xiao Hongchen looked toward the back of the screen in the council hall, where his grandfather and the Poison Sect Master were conversing.

In truth, his grandfather hadn't intended to bring them along this time.

It was little Meng who insisted on coming. You know, I know little Meng's temperament; what if she gets swindled away by this guy!

This is a brother's concern for his sister!

And, incidentally, to vet a future brother-in-law.

Having found a legitimate reason, Xiao Hongchen was full of vigor.

"Across the world, throughout history, at fourteen years old, the only Spirit King is I, Xiao!"

He placed one hand on his hip, pointed to the sky with the other, and declared arrogantly:

"Think of me, Xiao, invincible among my peers!"

"You've said so much, chatterbox Xiao; you are the challenger here."

Xu Qing had somehow moved to the center seat of the hall. He crossed his fingers, placed them in front of him, and leaned back slightly.

His gaze calmly assessed the Hongchen siblings.

"And I, I only need to sit firmly upon the throne."

Whoosh--!!

As soon as these words fell, Xiao Hongchen felt an inexplicable, overbearing aura rush toward him!

It's as if I'm standing ten thousand meters in the air, with gale-force winds sweeping by, yet I remain unmoved.

I've learned another line!!

Xu Qing, you truly are my best friend!

He raised his head, his eyes reddening.

How hard is it to find a soulmate in this world?

Yet he has encountered the person who understands him best in this life!

This ability to casually say things that I have to rack my brains to think of, this aura that can shake the world without changing his expression!

Damn it! You're acting weird, Xiao! Why are you suddenly so passionate?

Hiss--

A dangerous signal flashed in Xu Qing's eyes.

"I agree. Come with me to the martial arts arena."

I'd rather be stabbed in the back with a knife.

"Uh... now is not the time, Xu Qing."

Xiao Hongchen's Martial Soul, the Three-Legged Golden Toad containing the bloodline of a divine beast, sensed the posture Xu Qing had taken—as if he would explode at any second and smash a fist into him.

It was screaming warnings frantically within his Martial Soul space.

And so, Xiao Hongchen...

"Lost your nerve?"

Meng Hongchen dealt the finishing blow without a shred of mercy, completely disregarding the fact that he was her own biological brother.

"!! What do you know? This is a matter between Brother Xu and me!"

"Our battle must be witnessed by all the soul masters of Sun Moon, and indeed, the entire continent!"

"...Big brother, I understand now. Your little sister truly underestimated your resolve."

Meng Hongchen rested her forehead in her small hand, though the corner of her eye was busy admiring Xu Qing's handsome face.

Her brother was inferior to her in terms of sensory perception.

In Little Meng's eyes, that alluring, cold fragrance radiating from Xu Qing was growing increasingly intense.

It was just like that best-selling shop in the Sun Moon capital—the one Grandpa called junk food.

I just can't seem to get a taste of it...

Mm... I'm getting sidetracked!

Little Meng hurriedly shook her head, looking truly adorable.

Xu Qing's strength has definitely become even greater!!

But he's just so handsome... A Mystic Ice Marrow martial soul, huh... Even though Grandpa has bought me some century-level or millennium-level Mystic Ice Marrow before, they simply can't compare to the ones Xu Qing produces.

"Hmm..."

Xu Qing rested his chin on one hand and let out a slight sigh of relief.

"Xiao, it seems you've realized just how dangerous your previous line of thinking was."

"As punishment, why don't you craft a soul tool for me?"

"I'll do it!"

Little Meng raised her small hand high, bouncing up and down, her blue eyes sparkling with little stars.

"Brother Xu! I can do it! I'm no worse than that stinky brother of mine; I can already craft peak level-four soul tools now!"

"What do you want to make? Don't tell me yet! Let me guess first..."

Little Meng had already sidled up to Xu Qing, pulling over a chair as if she were in her own home.

The hem of her white dress hovered only centimeters from the floor, yet it managed to avoid touching the ground perfectly every time.

She gathered her skirt, turned the chair around so the back faced Xu Qing, and sat down. She wrapped her hands around the top of the chair back, interlaced her fingers, and rested her chin upon them.

She swayed her head, causing the chair to rock back and forth as well.

Her soft, warm lips murmured quietly:

"Brother Xu has twin martial souls, primarily cultivating Mystic Ice Marrow, and his soul power level is likely already at the Soul Ancestor rank..."

"Even though extreme attributes are slow to cultivate, Little Meng's intuition tells me that's exactly how it is."

"But Brother Xu has always preferred close-quarters combat, so I've never seen him fight using his Mystic Ice Marrow."

"Perhaps make a giant hammer? And swing it to smash people?"

"Mm-hmm... Maybe gauntlets..."

"Mm-hmm-hmm! Yes, that's it, gauntlets. Brother Xu's height is..."

Huh?!!

Xu Qing was so shocked by Little Meng's actions that he couldn't even react.

That treasure trove of data—could she really have calculated all that just by eyeballing him!?

Even I don't know exactly how much force I can pack into a single punch right now, and you do?

Of course!

The codename Brother Xu uses—Demon King—has been specially marked by me. Every time there's a response, the data generated in that category gets transmitted directly to me.

"Hey!! A mere level-four soul master, and you think you're worthy of crafting a soul tool for Brother Xu!?"

Xiao Hongchen was not pleased.

"Little Meng, how do you know so much about Brother Xu? You even know trivial things like what size shoes he wears or how long his socks are."

"Did you install micro-soul tool surveillance in his room?"

!!!

Little Meng's pupils couldn't help but flush red; this was clearly a sign of her martial soul subconsciously manifesting due to emotional agitation.

As expected of the brother with the most soul-tool talent in the younger generation of Sun Moon!

With just a casual hint, he's opened a whole new world of possibilities for me!

"Hey, hey, hey!!"

Xu Qing watched Little Meng, who was wearing an expression of pure temptation and was clearly about to take action.

He hurriedly put a stop to this inappropriate plotline.