A Harem Battle for Favor

Ning Rongrong's words had barely left her mouth.

Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang's expressions immediately turned extremely ugly.

"What did you say? You actually look down on our Meng Family?" Meng Yiran shot back at once.

Ning Rongrong truly was rather willful.

She always carried herself with an air of superiority toward everyone.

"So what? I'm stating the facts."

"You!!"

Meng Yiran was about to flare up.

"Yiran!" Meng Shu stopped her directly.

Compared to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Meng Family truly fell short.

Not only was the other side wealthy, but it was also known as the continent's number one Support System, with two Title Douluo overseeing it.

"Grandpa." Meng Yiran was unhappy.

"Rongrong, apologize." Feng Yang spoke up.

"Huh?"

Ning Rongrong froze.

She had never expected that Feng Yang, who usually spoiled her so much and even shared her tastes in mocking others, would actually make her apologize today.

"I said, apologize!" Feng Yang said coldly and sternly.

Seeing Feng Yang reprimand Ning Rongrong like this, Xiao Wu was delighted, and a smile unconsciously curled at the corner of her lips.

Seeing how serious Feng Yang was.

Ning Rongrong did not dare delay.

"I'm sorry," she said to Meng Shu.

The entire scene froze.

Meng Yiran in particular folded her arms and looked away.

She clearly did not appreciate it.

"Brother Meng, I'm truly sorry. Rongrong doesn't actually mean any harm; she's simply used to being arrogant and overbearing," Feng Yang said.

This scene.

Made Meng Shu admire Feng Yang even more.

Though he looked young, he understood the ways of the world quite well.

As for a little girl like Ning Rongrong, Meng Shu was already quite old and had never intended to hold it against her.

After all, becoming enemies with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect over a single remark was simply not worth it for the family.

"Hahaha, it's fine, it's fine. A little girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ought to be somewhat proud."

"Since we've run into each other today, how about we go have a drink together if you have nothing else to do?" Feng Yang asked.

"Excellent, excellent."

Feng Yang and Meng Shu walked at the very front.

Meng Yiran walked beside Feng Yang, staying very close to him.

Chao Tianxiang walked beside Meng Shu as well.

Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing walked side by side at the back.

"Hmph, the moment those three showed up, they monopolized Master. There isn't even any room for us," Ning Rongrong said unhappily.

"Isn't it all because of you?" Xiao Wu seized the chance to snap at her. "If you hadn't spouted nonsense, would Master be treating them to drinks as an apology?"

"Tch, do you want Master to go to the Meng Family instead? It might be easy enough to enter then, but getting out would be difficult. We'd all end up living under someone else's roof too," Ning Rongrong said.

"You make it sound as though going to your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wouldn't mean living under someone else's roof," Xiao Wu said.

"It wouldn't! If my father made Master suffer any grievance, I'd take him away," Ning Rongrong said.

"Tch." Xiao Wu looked disdainful.

After three rounds of wine and five courses of dishes.

Meng Shu once again asked Feng Yang about his plans going forward.

Feng Yang had actually planned things out long ago.

He was simply waiting for Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling from Heaven Dou Royal Academy to appear.

When the time came, he would fight them and see whether he had a chance to take both women directly as disciples.

Then he would find a place to establish his own sect and participate in the Pan-Continental Soul Master Competition.

He would also take in some female disciples from Soul Master Academies, such as Huo Wu and some beauties from Skywater Academy and Plant Academy.

At that point, he would basically be a Title Douluo.

"I plan to take my disciples and continue participating in spirit battles. Once they've gained enough practical combat experience, we'll make further plans."

"Oh?"

Meng Shu became somewhat interested.

"Master, can I follow you and participate in spirit battles here too?" Meng Yiran immediately volunteered.

"Of course, but I wonder about your grandfather?" Feng Yang looked at Meng Shu.

Meng Shu's eyes lit up instead.

"To be honest, my wife and I just discussed this in private. We hope Yiran can stay behind. That way, she can form a Seven-Person Team Battle with your other disciples and participate in the Pan-Continental Soul Master Competition together in the future."

Old hands knew best.

The reason Meng Shu had not made trouble over Ning Rongrong was precisely because he wanted Meng Yiran to team up with them.

That was still better than having Meng Yiran return home and train alongside disciples whose talent was inferior to hers.

After all, the three girls before him were all two or three years younger than Meng Yiran.

Yet their levels were as high as Meng Yiran's.

All of them had obtained their level-thirty Soul Rings and advanced to level thirty-one.

Xiao Wu was even more outrageous. After mastering the Inscription, she had directly reached level thirty-three.

That showed that her talent was absolutely above Meng Yiran's, and by quite a large margin.

"Good. Brother Meng, you really were thinking exactly what I was thinking." Feng Yang smiled.

"Hahaha."

After Meng Shu, Chao Tianxiang, and Meng Yiran left the meal first.

Feng Yang looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, I originally didn't want to bring this up, but I still have to tell you. Otherwise, you'll be the one who suffers in the future."

"Master, go ahead." Ning Rongrong obediently stood before him.

"You need to understand one principle: disaster comes from the mouth. You must learn to speak appropriately to different people—talk to people as people, and ghosts as ghosts. Unless you intend to tear things apart with someone outright, then you can say whatever harsh words you want without restraint."

"I understand."

"Mhm. Get some rest early, all of you," Feng Yang said.

"Master, I want to hug you before I go to sleep," Xiao Wu said.

"Me too, me too." Ning Rongrong rushed forward to compete.

It felt like this was about to turn into a harem battle for favor.

Elsewhere.

Tang Da Chui and Tang Hao returned to Shrek Academy.

When they saw Tang San and Dai Mubai sparring one-on-one in the open space, and saw that Tang San's third ring was actually a White Soul Ring.

They were so shocked that they could barely move!

Tang Hao simply could not understand why Tang San's third ring was white.

He had originally not wanted to reveal himself, but this time, he truly could not hold back any longer.

"Father!!"

The instant he saw him, Tang San became incomparably excited and rushed straight over, as if burdened with countless grievances he could not put into words.

At this moment.

Master Yu Xiaogang watched from the side.

A father was a father, and a master was still a master. There was always some difference.

So if he was going to take disciples, female disciples were still better; they were more affectionate.

"Xiao San, tell me what happened to your Soul Ring."

Tang San led Tang Hao aside.

He once again recounted that painful moment in private.

Tang Hao narrowed his eyes, his authority apparent even without anger.

"Xiao Wu! Feng Yang! That wretched pair! They actually harmed my son like this!"

"Father, I no longer ask for much. I only want Xiao Wu to return to my side," Tang San pleaded.

Tang Hao's eyes widened as he stared at Tang San in disbelief.

Was his son really this much of a simp?

She had betrayed him and harmed him this badly, yet he still wanted her?

"You don't mind that she's been possessed by another man?" Tang Hao asked.

Tang San clenched his fists.

"Of course I hate it! But! It was only after she left that I realized how much I loved her!"

There was no doubt about it—he was a simp.

Tang Hao was speechless.

Though he did not approve, he really did need to bring Xiao Wu back.

After all, Xiao Wu was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

More than ten years ago, when Tang Hao first saw Xiao Wu, he had already known.

This was good too. In the future, when Tang San needed it, Xiao Wu could just become Xiao San's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

"Alright, I understand."

"Father, you'll help me?" Tang San's eyes lit up.

"Mhm." Tang Hao nodded slightly. "You're my only son. If I don't help you, who will I help?"

This made Tang San understand instantly.

After all, Tang Hao had been rather cold toward him all these years.

"Thank you, Father. Father, may I know what level you are?"