Walking the Dog Isn't Comfortable?

"Let me introduce your new junior sister, Ye Lingling," Feng Yang said. "I assume you've met before?"

The girls had naturally met her before.

After all, they had previously encountered each other as opponents.

"Hello, senior sisters."

Ye Lingling politely greeted them.

Her voice was exceptionally pleasant, pleasant to the point of seeming unreal.

In Feng Yang's words, had she used some kind of ten-thousand-gold voice tuner?

Looking at the silver-gray-haired girl before them.

The loneliness and desolation radiating from her stood in stark contrast to her voice.

For a moment.

Even Ning Rongrong could not bring herself to feel any hostility toward her.

"Hello, Ye Lingling. I'm Ning Rongrong."

"Xiao Wu. Wu as in dancing."

"Zhu Zhuqing."

"Meng Yiran, Master's favorite disciple."

Ning Rongrong immediately shot her a disdainful glance.

"Tch, you've got some nerve saying that."

"Alright, now that you know each other, let's go. We'll stay at Ye Lingling's home for the time being," Feng Yang said.

Along the way.

Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Meng Yiran continued chattering nonstop.

They had to argue over everything.

Feng Yang turned back and glanced at Ye Lingling, who was at the edge of the group.

"Ye Lingling, walk in front and lead the way."

"..."

Only then did Ye Lingling walk at the front.

Her home was truly enormous.

The entire courtyard was no smaller than the whole of Shrek Academy.

And the grayish-white castle standing in its center was incredibly magnificent.

It was about five stories tall and had a somewhat Roman style.

They entered the courtyard.

After crossing the Z Bridge over the lake, they finally arrived before the castle. Behind it lay a stretch of grass and trees.

Feng Yang absolutely loved this environment.

However.

Because the castle was so large, it appeared especially deserted. Only five servants stood downstairs.

This made the girls unable to resist asking Ye Lingling about her family situation.

It turned out.

This castle had been bestowed by Xue Ye, the current emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire.

It was also a special privilege granted to the Nine Heart Begonia, a martial soul passed down through a single bloodline.

Of course, precisely because of this, every generation of Nine Heart Begonia martial souls served the empire.

For a Support System martial soul that had no way to branch out and multiply, this was a good thing. They had protection.

For the empire, it was an even better thing, because it did not need to worry about them cultivating their own faction.

It was also because this martial soul was passed down through a single bloodline that each generation could have only one inheritor. At most two Nine Heart Begonia Soul Masters could be alive at once; only after one died could another descendant possibly appear.

It was extremely cruel.

Therefore, Ye Lingling had no parents, much less relatives.

Her relatives all believed that she had brought about her mother's death. That was why she liked staying in dark corners.

She had long wanted to find someone to take as her master, but she had never found a suitable candidate.

After all, most powerful people would not take disciples if they had no desire to build a faction.

Trouble was one reason.

Another was that they themselves needed to improve their Soul Power.

There was also little benefit in it. At most, someone called you Master. You could not expect juniors to provide you with much help, could you?

So, when she heard in Suotuo City that the girls' Self-Created Soul Skills had all been created by Feng Yang, she naturally became interested.

"Ye Lingling, so this castle belongs to the empire? Then the salaries of these five servants are paid by the empire too?" Ning Rongrong asked.

"Mm."

"And what about your living expenses?" Feng Yang asked.

"The same."

"..."

"Master, I'll take you to the second floor. You can stay in the largest room," Ye Lingling said.

"What about us?" Meng Yiran asked.

"The third floor."

"And you?"

"I'm on the second floor," Ye Lingling said.

"Ah?"

"Ye Lingling, something feels off about you. Did you deliberately arrange for Master to stay on the second floor so you could be close to him?"

"..." A faint blush appeared on Ye Lingling's calm face. "No. I only wanted Master to have the best room."

"Is that so?"

Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Meng Yiran all stared intently at Ye Lingling.

Their scrutiny made her feel uncomfortable all over.

She felt that she was still better suited to staying in a corner.

"..."

"I'm going back to my room to rest. Get along well. You'll form a team of seven for the Seven-Person Team Match in the future," Feng Yang said.

Elsewhere.

Dugu Yan returned to Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

After searching for a long time, she finally found her grandfather, Dugu Bo, at Prince Xue Xing's residence.

The instant she saw him.

Dugu Yan began crying in grievance.

"Wuwuwu, Grandpa."

Dugu Bo had been in a fairly good mood, but when he saw his precious granddaughter so sad and upset, his expression immediately turned serious.

"Yanyan, what happened? Did that idiot Yu Tianheng bully you? I told you long ago, I really don't think much of Yu Tianheng's talent. Whether he can become a Title Douluo in the future is still uncertain."

"No, Grandpa." Dugu Yan interrupted him. "Yu Tianheng and I broke up a few days ago."

"Ah?" Dugu Bo was instantly delighted and smiled. "Really? That's a good thing."

"..."

Dugu Yan was truly speechless.

Breaking up with her boyfriend was somehow a good thing?

Seeing Dugu Yan glare at him.

Dugu Bo wore an indulgent expression.

"Alright, alright, Yanyan. Tell me what happened."

"Didn't I mention before that there was someone named Feng Yang whom I wanted to take as my master?" Dugu Yan asked.

"Mm, I know. I quite admire that brat's style. He actually kicked Yu Tianheng into that state. Hahaha."

Although he had never met Feng Yang, Dugu Bo had developed a favorable impression of him because of that incident.

"Today, I ran into him again at the Heaven Dou Soul Fighting Arena," Dugu Yan said.

"Mm? Did you ask him to take you as his disciple? Then Grandpa can broaden his horizons too. A genius whose first ring is a black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, whose fourth ring is a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, and who has reached level 67 at such a young age," Dugu Bo said.

"But... but..." Dugu Yan suddenly burst into tears again. "He actually took Ye Lingling as his disciple but refused to take me! Wuwuwu!"

Dugu Bo frowned.

"What?!"

He took Ye Lingling but not his own granddaughter?

What was the difference between praising one while trampling on the other?

How hurtful was that?

No wonder his granddaughter was crying so miserably!

"Damn it! How dare that little bastard treat my granddaughter like this? Why would he take Ye Lingling but not my granddaughter?"

"Exactly! That was what I asked him too. Why would he take Ye Lingling but not me? I'm even two levels higher than Ye Lingling, but he said I wasn't qualified. I wanted to keep asking, but I was afraid of his bad temper and of angering him," Dugu Yan said pitifully.

"Damn it!! Didn't you tell him that your grandfather is a Title Douluo?" Dugu Bo demanded forcefully.

"No. I forgot to tell you, Grandpa, that one of his disciples is from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect," Dugu Yan answered weakly.

"Ah?"

Dugu Bo was instantly stunned.

Who did not know that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had two Title Douluo?

No wonder that brat was so arrogant.

What he did not know was that Feng Yang's arrogance did not come from his background, but from the power of his Sixth Soul Skill.

How could he possibly shamelessly beg others to protect him?

If he could not win, he would run. Wasn't walking the dog comfortable?

"Looks like I need to meet him personally and demand an explanation," Dugu Bo said.

"Mm, Grandpa, are we going now?" With Dugu Bo backing her up, Dugu Yan was naturally full of confidence.

"We're going now."