When We Go Back Tonight, I'll Reward You, Okay?

Before long.

The two made their way to the VIP seats and sat down in full view of everyone.

Countless gazes fell upon them in unison—some curious, some admiring, and some carrying a trace of hostility.

As the young lady of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong had naturally been coveted by countless male disciples.

After all.

The future young sect master's other half would most likely be an attack-type Soul Master from within the sect.

It was perfectly normal for some talented young men to entertain such thoughts.

"Su Li, that genius with innately full soul power?"

"Hmph! So what if he has innately full soul power? I've trained relentlessly all these years just to prove that hard work is no worse than talent!"

"If I run into him, I won't go easy on him."

Feeling those gazes directed at him, Su Li thought, At my age, people are already hostile toward me?

"So annoying. Why are all those women staring at you?"

"Hmph! A bunch of old women trying to rob the cradle?"

Ning Rongrong grumbled unhappily, a hint of jealousy flashing through her eyes.

In her eyes, Su Li was already her personal property.

No one else was allowed to covet him.

Just like a favorite toy—she might not play with it herself, but if another child took it away, she would definitely fly into a rage.

Su Li glanced at Ning Rongrong in surprise, curious that such words could actually come from her mouth.

As expected of a continent of romance. Everyone matured early here.

In another world, they would still be playing in the mud at this age.

"The first round will begin with disciples below the rank of Grand Soul Master."

"Come forward when your name is called."

Very soon.

The first round began.

They all looked like eleven- or twelve-year-old youths, though their features had already begun to mature.

Ning Rongrong watched their battles boredly, thinking it would be more entertaining to watch Sword Grandpa spar with Su Li.

"Hey, massage this young lady's legs. They're a little sore."

"No."

"Then what about my feet?"

Su Li opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at her calmly.

After hesitating for a moment, he said with a straight face, "The young sect master is unwell. As a disciple, how can I refuse to lend a hand?"

Ning Rongrong's pretty face reddened. After shooting him a shy glare, she turned away and muttered softly, "Shameless lecher..."

Su Li curled his lips. She had been the one to say it, and she had even asked for it herself.

Women really were strange creatures.

Of course.

It was not that he liked pretty feet. He simply knew a few massage techniques.

They were meant to help girls who had injured their feet.

Ning Rongrong's cheeks burned hot. After hesitating for a long time, she quietly leaned close to his ear and breathed warm air against it.

"If you take first place, this young lady will let you examine them tonight..."

"Of course! I accidentally twisted my ankle this morning. It definitely isn't because I'm offering them to you!"

"Don't get any strange ideas!"

Su Li froze. He had thought Ning Rongrong was joking, but she really intended to do it?

Hiss...

Would he be struck by lightning for doing this?

Su Li raised his head toward the clear sky stretching for thousands of miles and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Since she had agreed to it, he would reluctantly agree as well.

Everyone had a duty to do good deeds.

Very soon.

All the names below the rank of Grand Soul Master had been called. Many outer disciples were bewildered and curiously looked toward the youth in the VIP seats.

"That's not right. Isn't he a Soul Master too? Why didn't he sign up?"

"Ah, I was hoping to see Junior Brother Su Li make a move, but he didn't even register."

"What a pity. We won't get to spar with him."

Not hearing Su Li's name, many disciples could not help feeling disappointed.

At the same time, quite a few sneered, believing that he was afraid.

Wearing the halo of a genius, if he failed to take first place among the Soul Master disciples, he would lose a great deal of face.

"Junior Brother Su Li has trained for too short a time. If he went up, he would only get utterly crushed. Since that's the case, why not wait a few years?"

"Exactly. There are so many level nineteen disciples. How could he possibly beat them? It's perfectly normal for him to avoid them."

"Tch, I thought he was something special. Turns out he didn't even dare to sign up."

Hearing the gossip, Ning Rongrong immediately furrowed her brows. She stood up with her hands on her hips and snapped back on the spot, "What do you people know? Su Li just doesn't want to bully you!"

"If you dare speak badly about him behind his back again, this young lady will tear your mouths apart!"

"What are you looking at? Can't you open your eyes wider?"

The youth she had shouted at swallowed, his voice trembling. "Young Sect Master, my eyes are already open as wide as they can be..."

"Also, I wasn't talking about Junior Brother Su Li."

Realizing that she seemed to have scolded the wrong person, Ning Rongrong blanked for a moment before saying unhappily, "This young lady does whatever she wants!"

"And you lot too. I think you don't want to keep hanging around the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect anymore!"

Watching Ning Rongrong act like an enraged mother tiger, Su Li could not help finding it amusing.

Even when she cursed people, she sounded like she was acting cute, her voice soft and childish.

"Alright, Rongrong. Say no more."

Su Li pulled her arm, signaling for her to sit down quickly.

"Hey! They were talking badly about you!"

"Aren't you angry?"

Ning Rongrong grumbled unhappily as she plopped back into her seat, feeling utterly frustrated inside.

"It's fine to question things, but arguing with the ignorant only lowers your own status."

"You're the young sect master, not some shrew from the village outskirts. Understand?"

Ning Rongrong shook her head and huffed. "I don't understand!"

"I just can't stand them mocking you!"

"I'm going to scold them!"

Su Li's heart trembled. Looking at the girl before him, angry and upset on his behalf, he suddenly felt something unfamiliar stir within him.

Very soon.

He calmed down and smiled gently. "In that case, I'll make everyone in the sect shut up next."

"Mhm, mhm!" Ning Rongrong excitedly waved her little pink fists. "Teach them a good lesson!"

With the little witch openly scolding people, not a single disciple dared to make a sound.

They could only grumble quietly behind her back, filled with envy and jealousy.

"Damn it, if I'd known, I would've told my mother to give birth to me a little better-looking..."

"It's not too late to jump off a cliff now."

"You people are just jealous of Junior Brother Su Li! He's so cute—what did he ever do to offend you?!"

The elder in charge looked over the competition roster and could not help freezing.

Why was there an eighteenth-level Soul Master among the Grand Soul Masters?

Then he saw the name.

Su Li?!

And he was the very first to compete?

The elder stroked his beard with interest and called out in a ringing voice, "Su Li, Ning Hai!"

"Come up and compete!"

As soon as those words fell.

Everyone froze and looked toward a certain spot.

Ning Rongrong proudly lifted her chin and crossed her arms, wearing the expression of someone looking at country bumpkins.

"Tch, didn't expect that, did you?"

With an expressionless face, Su Li drew the Pure Jun Sword and, before the eyes of thousands, rode it down from the stands more than ten meters above.

Quite a few disciples with sword martial souls were dumbfounded at the sight, wondering whether their eyes had gone bad.

"I've lived for more than twenty years and still can't ride a sword, yet Junior Brother Su Li has mastered it so skillfully?!"

Amid the crowd's astonished gazes.

He landed lightly in the center of the Soul Fighting Arena and calmly looked at the sect senior brother standing before him, who was much older than he was.

"Su Li, level eighteen attack-type battle Soul Master. Please enlighten me."