Let Me Feed You... I Want This Big-Chested Beauty

Ning Rongrong continued raising the bid,

"Ten thousand!"

Her tone was serious and confident.

Gold Soul Coins meant the least to this young lady,

but the most to them.

Zhu Zhuqing's hesitation meant she needed Gold Soul Coins,

and there was a high chance she would agree.

Zhu Zhuqing fell silent for a moment.

She really did need money.

She had brought almost nothing when escaping from Star Luo Empire,

and the only travel funds she had were painstakingly saved by skimping along the way.

She also did not want to rely on Fang Fan for everything.

She set down her bowl of porridge and held out her hand to Ning Rongrong.

"Deal. Only one sip!"

Smiling, Ning Rongrong took out a golden card from her waist and placed it in her palm.

It was a stored-value card worth ten thousand Gold Soul Coins,

bearing the seven-story pagoda emblem of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Zhu Zhuqing put away the gold card and handed the white jade wine flask to Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong accepted it with both hands and examined it closely.

The flask was warm and smooth, its jade pure and flawless.

Its surface was engraved with intricate patterns, with the words "Wine Sword" faintly visible.

The flask itself was extraordinary, and the wine's fragrance was even more unusual.

She pulled out the stopper. The rich aroma assailed her nose, making her feel slightly tipsy just from smelling it.

She brought the mouth of the flask to Fang Fan's lips, a sweet smile on her face.

"Come on, handsome Fang Fan. Ah, let this beauty feed you a sip of wine!"

Fang Fan parted his lips slightly. He wanted to see whether being fed by Ning Rongrong would grant him Drunkenness Value.

Amber-colored wine slipped into his mouth.

[ Ding! You drank wine fed to you by Ning Rongrong. Drunkenness Value +6. Speed, Strength, Soul Power, Defense, Attack +0.7! ]

Fang Fan raised his brows slightly.

He had not expected Ning Rongrong feeding him wine to work as well.

Although the Drunkenness Value was only six points, and the Soul Power boost was not as overwhelming as when Zhu Zhuqing fed him, it came with increases to all attributes.

Each of the five basic attributes had increased by 0.7. It was insignificant individually, but it would become considerable when accumulated.

As expected of a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda support-type Soul Master, even feeding wine came with a support bonus.

Not bad.

Ning Rongrong stretched out her delicate shoulder, thinking Fang Fan would lean against it.

But he did not. Satisfied, he closed his eyes and rested his head back on Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder.

A faint smile hung at the corner of his lips.

This journey was becoming more and more interesting.

Ning Rongrong bit her lip and softly snorted twice through her nose, light and gentle.

When she had fed him wine just now, her fingertips had been less than an inch from Fang Fan's lips.

She could clearly feel his warm breath brushing against her fingertips.

The instant the wine slid down his throat, a subtle flutter suddenly came from deep within her martial soul.

Her Soul Power seemed to have been lightly stirred.

Its circulation became a little faster than usual.

But it lasted only an instant, coming quickly and leaving quickly. Once the wine entered his throat, the sensation receded like a tide.

She silently sensed it for a while and, after confirming that the acceleration had returned to normal, felt a slight pang of regret.

Could being near Fang Fan increase Soul Power?

The thought flashed through her mind, and she reached out to place a hand on Fang Fan's shoulder.

Even through his clothes, she could feel his warm body temperature.

There was also a faint Sword Intent circulating beneath his skin.

Her eyes lit up.

Her Soul Power became active again, circulating a little faster.

Like a warm stream slowly picking up speed.

The improvement was not large, but it definitely existed.

And this was just from touching his shoulder. What if she got closer?

What if she let him rest in the hollow of her shoulder like Zhu Zhuqing did?

Her palm lingered on his shoulder for a moment.

She clearly felt that strange power form a faint resonance with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

The pagoda within her flickered slightly, releasing a low hum of yearning.

At last, she understood.

No wonder that aloof beauty Zhu Zhuqing was willing to let Fang Fan sleep against her every day.

If it were her, she would be willing too.

On Douluo Continent, the strong were revered. Strength was everything.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had a fatal flaw. It could only cultivate to Rank Seventy-Nine and could never break through to Rank Eighty.

If she could find an opportunity for Martial Soul Evolution through Fang Fan,

and evolve from Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to Eight Treasure, it would be the sect's greatest breakthrough in centuries.

She could even imagine Grandpa Sword's usually stern face breaking into a smile.

"What are you doing?"

Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice suddenly rang out.

She stared icily at Ning Rongrong's hand on Fang Fan's shoulder. It had been there for quite a while, with no sign of being removed.

Her gaze turned even colder, and her tone carried an obvious warning.

"Don't touch him."

"Protecting your food?"

Ning Rongrong was both annoyed and amused.

Tilting her head, she shot Zhu Zhuqing a sidelong glare.

Not only did she not remove her hand, she patted Fang Fan's shoulder twice instead.

"I'm only touching him. It's not like a piece of flesh will fall off."

"Hmph."

Zhu Zhuqing snorted coldly.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a dark blue glow flickered in her pupils.

Her gaze said everything.

Don't touch him. He's mine.

Ning Rongrong's scalp tingled under that stare.

Awkwardly, she withdrew her hand behind her back, her fingertips curling slightly.

Yet she stuck out her tongue at Zhu Zhuqing.

"Bleh, bleh, bleh! You food-protecting Big-Chested Cat!"

Zhu Zhuqing ignored her and merely pulled Fang Fan closer to herself.

The movement was natural and practiced, as though she were holding a treasure tighter.

Fang Fan lay crookedly against her shoulder, never lifting his eyelids from beginning to end.

Yet a faint smile rested at the corner of his lips.

They took a carriage toward Heaven Dou City.

The carriage was spacious and comfortable, lined with soft cushions and silk curtains hanging along its walls. The Horn-Scaled Horses ran swiftly and steadily.

Zhu Zhuqing sat beside Fang Fan. Every so often, she pulled out the flask's stopper and fed him a sip, her movements as practiced as instinct.

Amber wine trickled down the corner of Fang Fan's mouth. His Adam's apple bobbed as he let out a satisfied sigh, then continued resting crookedly against her shoulder with his eyes closed.

Ning Rongrong sat opposite them, one elbow propped against the window ledge as she watched the bustling crowd outside. Suddenly, her lively eyes turned.

"How about visiting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Her sparkling eyes were filled with anticipation. She wanted to bring Fang Fan to meet her father and her two grandfathers.

"No."

Zhu Zhuqing answered for Fang Fan.

"Fang Fan said we're going to the Royal Academy, so we're going to the Royal Academy."

Ning Rongrong choked on her words. She looked down at her own chest, then at Zhu Zhuqing's.

Fuming, she withdrew her gaze and pouted.

It was close by anyway.

She would always find a chance to lure Fang Fan over for a visit.

Heaven Dou Royal Academy was located amid a stretch of hills on the eastern outskirts of the city. Its white walls and golden roofs gleamed beneath the sun.

A white marble archway over ten meters tall was carved with exquisite Soul Beast reliefs. The Heaven Dou Empire's crown emblem was embedded above the gate, while silver-armored guards stood on either side with gleaming armor and spears like a forest, creating an imposing sight.

It was enrollment season, and two long lines stood outside the academy gates.

One was filled with noble children dressed in fine silks and brocades, while the other consisted of commoner youths in plain clothes.

Ning Rongrong easily entered after displaying the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's token.

Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing took the commoner route, passed the first three trials in a row, and were about to undergo martial soul and Soul Power testing.

The teacher leading them wore a dark blue robe. His expression was kind and attentive as he introduced the academy's facilities while walking.

The theory teaching building, the practical combat training hall, and the Mimic Soul Beast Forest.

At that moment, a group of people came down the main road.

The youth at their head wore a bright yellow brocade robe and a white jade belt. The cuffs and collar of his robe were embroidered with the emblem of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

His features were fairly handsome, but his brows carried a frivolous air, and a cynical smile hung on his lips.

Xue Beng, the Fourth Prince of Heaven Dou and a notorious playboy in Heaven Dou City, was followed by several lackeys who were all noble children as well.

As Xue Beng passed through the corridor, his gaze casually swept ahead before suddenly stopping.

He stared directly at Zhu Zhuqing.

Her proud curves, slender waist, perky hips, cold and stunning features, and iceberg-like temperament

made him forget to breathe for an instant.

He had seen countless women, but the one before him was completely different.

She stood there like a drawn dagger.

Cold and sharp, making people afraid to approach yet unable to resist looking several more times.

Xue Beng beckoned to the teacher beside him, and the teacher immediately understood.

He knew the Fourth Prince's temperament all too well at this academy.

"What are your orders, Your Highness?"

"Are they new here?"

"Yes, three candidates. They came through the commoner route, and their talent is quite good..."

"Enough."

Xue Beng cut him off, his gaze lingering on Zhu Zhuqing. "I want this big-chested beauty. Bring her to my room."