I Know How to Turn the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda...

Sure enough.

Ning Rongrong's eyes immediately narrowed.

The two words she could least stand in this life were: being ignored.

If you argued with her, she thought it was normal. If you knelt before her, she thought it was only right. But treating her like thin air?

"Smack."

An exquisite golden silk pouch was slammed hard onto the fortune-telling table, producing a heavy, muffled thud.

Ning Rongrong's delicate brows shot up, and a teasing smile curved her lips as her crisp voice rose sharply.

"I have something for you to do. Since you're such an impressive master, why don't you tell my fortune too?"

Yang Xing raised an eyebrow.

Unhurriedly, he reached out, took the golden silk pouch, loosened its drawstring, and peered inside.

Gold Soul Coins. A whole bagful.

He looked for two seconds before turning his gaze back to Ning Rongrong, his tone half-questioning, half-stating. "It seems you come from a wealthy family." After a pause, he added, "I recall you mentioning a Titled Douluo earlier?"

At the mention of this, a trace of pride finally appeared on Ning Rongrong's exquisite face. She folded her arms across her chest, straightened her back, and lifted her chin slightly, looking at him with undisguised mockery.

"Master, are you afraid now?"

Yang Xing laughed and shook his head.

He plucked out a Gold Soul Coin from the pouch, deftly retied the opening, and pushed it back in front of Ning Rongrong.

"It's not that I'm afraid. It's that you gave me too much, and I don't have enough change."

He held the Gold Soul Coin between his fingers and spun it. "Since you're from a wealthy family, Miss, I'll take just one Gold Soul Coin. In return, I'll answer a few extra questions for you. I guarantee this Gold Soul Coin will be well spent."

Ning Rongrong let out a scornful laugh, not even bothering to hide it.

"Then I hope you'll keep your word, Master."

Her gaze remained fixed on Yang Xing. Beneath her gentle features lurked a chill. "Otherwise, I'm not so easily fooled."

Yang Xing naturally sensed the barb in her words.

But his expression did not change in the slightest. He began fanning himself, leaned back in his chair, and assumed an excessively relaxed posture. "Go on, what would you like to know? One Gold Soul Coin is enough for me to reveal quite a few secrets of heaven."

Seeing him act like this, a surge of anger shot straight to Ning Rongrong's head.

She kept her face poised and demure, but her teeth were already itching from how tightly she clenched them.

"Fine."

She took a deep breath and began—

"Since you're so capable, Master, then tell me my name, my age, my identity, my hobbies, my background, and what I came here for—"

She spoke faster and faster, the questions tumbling out one after another.

"My father's name, what my father does—"

At last, she stopped and tilted her head at Yang Xing. Her sweet, adorable pose was filled with blatant deliberate provocation.

"And if you can't tell, or if you get something wrong—"

Her eyes curved into crescents.

"Guess what I'll do to you?"

Having said that, Ning Rongrong folded her arms and waited confidently.

The twelve-year-old girl was certain he would not be able to answer.

One second.

Two seconds.

Yang Xing did not respond right away.

Ning Rongrong's smile deepened. She was already considering how to deal with this fraud once he failed to answer—

Then she saw Yang Xing raise his right hand.

His index and middle fingers came together, making a light pinching gesture in the air.

A fortune-telling gesture.

Pretentious.

Extremely pretentious.

But then he spoke.

His tone was flat, as if he were reading from a menu.

"Your surname is Ning, and your name is Rongrong. You're twelve years old this year."

Ning Rongrong's smile froze.

"As for your identity, you're the daughter of Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

At this point, Yang Xing deliberately paused. He put on a perfectly timed look of surprise, his fan stopping for half a beat as he deliberately lowered his voice and added a note of gravity.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect... hoh."

Then he continued.

Under Ning Rongrong's wide-eyed, stunned gaze, he rattled it off like a chant—

"Your hobby is pranks. Though you're an auxiliary-type Soul Master, you've always wanted to be an attack-type one. Your background is one of the world's three great sects—the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the only one truly rich enough to be swimming in money."

Ning Rongrong's breathing clearly quickened.

"Your purpose in coming here is to enroll in an academy called Shrek... hm, some no-name academy."

When he said "no-name academy," he even gave a slight nod, as though he thoroughly agreed.

"Your honored father, Ning Fengzhi, is the current Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If I hadn't figured it out, then without needing your instructions, those things your father gave you—"

"Enough!"

Ning Rongrong abruptly cut him off.

Her face darkened.

Completely darkened.

Because she could already feel the gazes of the nearby passersby watching the show, falling on her one after another.

Her identity, her sect, her father's name—

Having a fortune teller loudly announce those things in public was no different from stripping her naked.

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath.

The gentle composure she had maintained earlier had vanished completely. In its place was a cold, grave expression, like a hunter assessing prey.

She stared fixedly at Yang Xing.

"You know me."

It was not a question, but a statement.

Yang Xing shook his head.

"Or—" Ning Rongrong lowered her voice. Her exquisite little face leaned close to the tabletop, her slim waist inclining forward until she was practically pressed in front of Yang Xing. She carried a faint fragrance as she spoke, but her words were wrapped in frost.

"My father sent you."

Yang Xing still shook his head.

He continued narrowing his eyes mysteriously, his smile unchanged.

"I calculated it myself. Miss Ning Rongrong, if you refuse to believe me, there's nothing I can do about it."

There was even a hint of helplessness in his tone.

The particularly infuriating kind of helplessness.

Ning Rongrong's pupils contracted slightly.

She completely put away all her playfulness and girlish innocence. In that instant, her whole aura changed. What the twelve-year-old girl revealed now was the side that everyone in both the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Heaven Dou City called the "Little Devil."

"Then there's only one possibility left."

Her voice was exceedingly soft and low, kept within a range only the two of them could hear.

"You're a thief who has been plotting for a long time and waiting here for me."

She stared into Yang Xing's eyes and enunciated each word. "Admit it now, and I can pretend none of this ever happened."

After a brief pause.

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

That exquisite smiling face, so close at hand, radiated a genuine chill.

Yang Xing felt it.

To be honest, Ning Rongrong had guessed exactly right. He really was a thief who had been plotting for a long time and waiting here for her.

But so what?

Whether this reaction meant Ning Rongrong had genuinely been clever enough to notice the truth, or whether she had mixed in some frustration and decided to flip the board outright—

Yang Xing had already accumulated all the leverage he wanted.

His expression remained utterly unchanged, calm as ever. He even had the leisure to admire that undeniably beautiful face up close.

Then, instead of answering, he asked a question.

"Then what does Miss Ning Rongrong think it would take for you to believe I'm not a fraud?"

His palm fan swayed lightly.

"Or rather, how can I prove that I haven't deceived you?"

The coldness in Ning Rongrong's eyes deepened completely.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Heaven Dou City, everyone called her the "Little Devil." Not a single person who provoked her had ever met a good end.

Just as she was about to speak—

Yang Xing beat her to it.

His tone remained flat, as though he were commenting on the pleasant weather.

"Or rather—"

"If I told you that I know how to turn the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."