Ning Rongrong: One Bowl of Ye Hua, Take Him Away!

"I feel it too! It feels so good!"

Tang San and Dai Mubai exchanged glances, both seeing the delight in each other's eyes.

Ye Hua hadn't lied!

Tempering their bodies really worked!

Dai Mubai could not help but sigh. "Xiao San, you really had foresight. Though using this method to desperately temper ourselves until we can absorb Thousand-Year and Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings wastes too much potential..."

"Still, using this method to raise the upper limit of Soul Ring absorption really does work!"

Their faces were flushed red, their eyes brimming with excitement.

As long as their Soul Ring ages increased, their strength would grow like a snowball rolling downhill!

The day they stomped Ye Hua beneath their feet was just around the corner!

Tang San glanced at Ye Hua, who was surrounded by the girls, and sneered.

Obsessed with women and flattering others—he was simply incapable of accomplishing anything great. What a waste of such talent!

Once I defeat you, Xiao Wu will naturally come to me. Then you can cry all you want!

What they did not know was that Ye Hua was not the one circling around the girls. The girls were the ones circling around Ye Hua.

As for why, there was no special reason. They simply did not want to keep company with those two!

Ning Rongrong even cast them a disgusted look. "Those guys keep saying they're hot and itchy, blushing and grinning like idiots. Don't tell me they're talking about that kind of thing?"

"Very likely," Xiao Wu said indignantly. "Telling dirty jokes in public, going on about being hot and itchy... disgusting!"

Thus, all the girls silently came to an understanding. They would rather cluster around Ye Hua than get anywhere near Tang San and Dai Mubai!

At noon, when the last person dragged their stone into the square, all the students collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Oscar lay flat on his back, his arms so sore he could not lift them, yet he still struggled to chant his soul incantation, wanting to conjure a sausage to eat.

Zhu Zhuqing's lips were pale, yet she had somehow been the first among them all to finish the entire course. Even Xiao Wu had fallen half a step behind her.

Tang San was exhausted as well, but inwardly, he was immensely thrilled.

The more unusual Ye Hua's training methods were, the more valuable the techniques he kept hidden must be!

Ye Hua completed the course alone and returned the enormous stone to its original place. His chest rose and fell as sweat dripped from his jaw.

But that was all. He was in far better shape than everyone else, who had collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.

"That's enough for today. We'll continue tomorrow."

"What? Again?!" Oscar wailed. "Teacher Ye, at this rate, people are really going to die!"

Ye Hua glanced at him. "If you think it's too tiring, you can lower the intensity. But the results will not be as good."

"Then forget it," Oscar sighed. "I still want to get stronger."

"Oh, right. I saved everyone some freshly made grilled sausages!"

"Super Invincible Great Sausage—"

Once the soul incantation was finished, a sausage appeared. It was thick and long, giving off a rich meaty aroma.

"Don't!" Ning Rongrong stopped him, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The entire square fell silent at once, and everyone looked at Oscar with complicated expressions.

You could sell grilled sausages, but did you really have to chant that incantation?

If you absolutely had to chant it, could you at least turn around and say it more quietly?

Even with Oscar's thick skin, he became embarrassed under their stares. He scratched his head and gave a foolish grin.

Fortunately, the aroma of food drifted over from afar, breaking the awkwardness.

Everyone's stomachs growled traitorously. Before they could even get to their feet, several large food boxes floated steadily in from outside the courtyard and settled in the open space of the square.

Ning Rongrong sniffed. "What is that? It smells so good!"

Ye Hua opened the lids, and a rich fragrance of meat rushed out.

Braised Soul Beast meat, stewed until tender and soft, its fat and lean portions balanced, glistening with dark sauce;

Steamed perch, its flesh snow-white and delicate, garnished with chopped scallions and shredded ginger;

Roast chicken, golden all over, its fat sizzling, the crisp skin and tender meat making mouths water.

Following that came an entire pot of rice, every grain crystal-clear and steaming hot.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, drool practically pouring from their mouths.

"Eat," Ye Hua said, picking up his chopsticks first. "Training is over. Time to replenish yourselves properly."

"Teacher Ye," Oscar said, so moved he was nearly in tears, "you're far too good to us!"

"How much did this cost?" Xiao Wu asked instinctively.

"Not much." Ye Hua picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. "Student Mu Bai paid for it."

Dai Mubai looked up in confusion, inexplicably feeling uneasy. Yet he could not make a scene on the spot, so he could only force a smile.

"Mu Bai, you're really generous!" Ma Hongjun said, giving him a thumbs-up.

"Mu Bai, you're a true brother!" Oscar joined in.

Dai Mubai enjoyed the flattery, so he simply accepted it with a smile. "You're welcome. As your Boss Dai, this is what I should do!"

Ye Hua smiled as well. "That's right. This is the money you lost to me in yesterday's bet! Boss Dai, how generous!"

Dai Mubai froze, staring blankly at the lunch box in his hands as the smile gradually faded from his face.

Everyone sat around the food boxes on the ground and feasted heartily.

Only Zhu Zhuqing held her bowl without immediately picking up her chopsticks. She glanced sideways at Ye Hua.

Heaven knew how long it had been since she had experienced this feeling—having someone guide her, having someone care about her, as though she no longer had to fight the entire world alone.

There was no pressure from her sister and brother-in-law lurking everywhere, no filthy scheming within the family. More importantly, she had found a way to become stronger!

She had finally seen hope of reaching the rank of Title Douluo, and hope of escaping the fate of a political marriage!

[ Ding— ]

[ Zhu Zhuqing's Rescue Progress +10% ]

[ Current Rescue Progress: 55% ]

[ Detected that Zhu Zhuqing has rekindled hope for life and is gradually gaining the strength to resist her unjust fate, greatly altering her original tragedy of becoming an accessory and sacrifice! ]

Ye Hua raised his brows. He had not expected this to earn points too. It was an accidental success.

Oscar mixed the last spoonful of braised meat sauce into his rice, wolfed it down, then let out a loud, satisfied burp as he set down his bowl.

"Teacher Ye," he said, rubbing his round belly with utter sincerity, "in all my life, this is the first time I've understood what it means to have something to look forward to after training."

Ning Rongrong wiped the corner of her mouth clean with a handkerchief. "Teacher Ye, to be honest, I've met quite a few teachers since I was little."

"Those from the sect and outside it, famous and unknown alike. But there are really not many who train people as well as you do."

"If you are willing, why not come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and teach our direct-line disciples? You can name your salary!"

The moment those words came out, everyone present was stunned. Tang San, in particular, looked at Ye Hua with envy.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of the Upper Three Sects, the wealthiest sect on the continent.

Becoming a teacher there was a dream opportunity for countless high-level Soul Masters.

If one could join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, not only would cultivation resources no longer be a concern, but there would also be a Title Douluo as a powerful backer!

Didn't Ye Hua just have a few secrets? What gave him the right to become a teacher for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's disciples?!

But Ye Hua merely picked up some food and chewed it slowly before saying, "Student Rongrong, does this count as poaching the academy headmaster's talent?"

Ning Rongrong blinked. "It does, but Headmaster Flander can't beat my Grandpa Sword."

Ye Hua: ...

How utterly confident.

Just as expected of the little deviless.

"Oh, Teacher Ye, think about it. Teaching is just a job. What difference does it make where you teach?"

"How much salary can Headmaster Flander offer you here? But our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is different. Our sect master is very generous!"

"If you are willing, you could even marry into our sect. I'm sure Father would not turn away a genius!"

Xiao Wu immediately became alert and grabbed Ye Hua's arm again, declaring her claim.

Ning Rongrong burst out laughing. "Don't be nervous, Xiao Wu. If you don't want Teacher Ye's soul to be stolen away, you can come too."

"And Sister Zhuqing is welcome as well!"

"Good grief," Ye Hua said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Are you planning to pack us all up and take us away?"

He finally understood. This was not poaching talent at all—she was clearly trying to move the load-bearing wall into her own house!

Even Tang San was tempted. "Student Rongrong, what about me..."

"First, please call me Student Ning Rongrong!" Ning Rongrong glared at him. "Second, your soul power isn't even higher than mine!"

"That limp Blue Silver Grass of yours can't control anyone for even half a second. You... are you worthy?"

Tang San choked on his words, but Ning Rongrong merely rolled her eyes. "Come talk to me when you have even half of Teacher Ye's strength!"

Fortunately, time did not give Ning Rongrong the chance to increase her firepower. The unsuspecting headmaster walked in through the academy gates, followed by a short-haired middle-aged man in a gray robe.

"Little monsters, look who's here?"