The dining hall of the Heaven Dou Junior Soul Master Academy was no less luxurious than a high-end hotel inside the imperial city.
It was a three-story white-jade stone building.
The first floor was for ordinary students, while the second floor was a gathering place for the most talented individuals from various major clans.
Only high-ranking nobility with real power or direct descendants of sects could enter the most prestigious third floor.
Meng Chen was dragged all the way to a high-end private dining room on the third floor by Ning Rongrong.
Although the little demoness had a sharp and unforgiving tongue, she did not hold back when ordering food.
Dish after dish of fine medicinal cuisine, each worth hundreds or thousands of gold soul coins, was continuously served onto the carved jade round table.
"This young lady is not doing this to please you."
Ning Rongrong shoved a bowl of jade marrow soup heavily in front of Meng Chen and snorted.
"Dad said you saved me, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect repays debts of gratitude and grudges clearly-this is my reward for you. Hurry up and eat, and once you're done, honestly give this young lady an explanation about Gu Yuena."
Meng Chen looked at these medicinal dishes beneficial to vital energy and blood, and without standing on ceremony, he picked up ivory chopsticks and dug in heartily.
He needed a powerful physical body so that he could adapt to the Golden Dragon King Bloodline within him, and thus required a massive amount of energy to nourish his body.
Although aristocratic medicinal cuisine could not compare with the rare herbs of heaven and earth, something was always better than nothing.
Just as he was eating, a sudden flurry of hurried footsteps and crisp, pleasant laughter of young girls came from the spiral staircase leading to the third floor.
"Yanyan, I told you, the training intensity for the sixth-year students is very high."
"We can just casually refuel at the Mimicry Training Ground at noon, why make a special trip to the dining hall?"
"Oh, Lingling, cultivation needs a balance of work and rest! Besides, I just heard Grandpa say that a few rare new students arrived in the first year today, so we might as well come over and check out the excitement!"
Before the words faded, two familiar, tall, graceful figures passed through the crystal beaded curtains and walked into the spacious third-floor hall.
The girl walking in front wore neat, deep-purple short hair.
A pair of deep-green eyes revealed wild arrogance; it was Dugu Yan.
Ye Lingling stood beside her, draped in light gauze, her jet-black hair cascading down like a waterfall, and her clear eyes swept casually around her surroundings.
Behind the two girls, a few youths in academy uniforms, aged only twelve or thirteen, swarmed along.
The leader among them had an upright and slender figure, a handsome and resolute face, and a shock of deep blue short hair standing straight up, with an innate arrogance between his brows.
A faint trace of blue electric arc flashed across his cuffs.
He was precisely the prominent leading figure of the advanced department, the direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Tianheng.
At this moment, Yu Tianheng was following closely right beside Dugu Yan's side.
His handsome face wore a hint of gentleness and deliberate flattery, and he was even holding a box of fresh spirit fruits in his hands.
"Yanyan, these are the Cold Jade Snow Pear I asked someone to bring from the Far North, have a taste!"
"Oh, Yu Tianheng, are you annoying or what? I already said I don't need them."
Dugu Yan waved her hand impatiently, her deep-green alluring eyes sweeping casually across the hall.
Immediately afterward, her gaze focused squarely on the jade-stone round table by the window!
More accurately, it locked onto Meng Chen, who was stuffing his cheeks with beef and had a pair of rabbit ears growing on top of his head!
"Well, little brother Meng Chen!"
Dugu Yan's pretty face, which had been full of impatience a moment before, instantly melted away.
She directly treated Yu Tianheng beside her as air, stepped into a trot in her little short boots, and rushed right up to Meng Chen's table!
"It really is you!"
Accompanied by a gust of wind carrying a faint fragrance.
Dugu Yan bent down directly, grabbed Meng Chen's soft steamed-bun-like cheeks with both hands, and began to knead them unceremoniously.
"Wuwu! Little Chen! Sister missed you to death! How did you end up running here? Are you also a first-year freshman?"
"Mm... let go... it hurts..."
Meng Chen still had beef stuffed in his mouth, his entire face rolling its eyes as he was pinched, his hands tightly guarding the rabbit ears on his head and leaning back desperately.
Standing to one side, Ye Lingling also walked over with graceful steps.
The corners of her mouth beneath the veil curved slightly upward, and her eyes rarely revealed a hint of gentleness.
"Little Chen, long time no see."
Across from Meng Chen, Ning Rongrong had already completely turned to stone.
She stared blankly at the suddenly barging-in Dugu Yan, watching as this senior student whose figure was already beginning to show curves and who wore a bold and saucy outfit was unceremoniously kneading Meng Chen's face right in front of her!
A sense of crisis made the young Miss Ning lose her reason!
A Gu Yuena came in the morning, and now that she was having lunch, two more showed up?
And judging by this stance, not only did they already know each other, but they were also extremely affectionate?
With a snap.
Ning Rongrong slammed the table, her entire body bristling like a frightened cat as she blocked in front of Meng Chen, glaring at Dugu Yan through gritted teeth.
"Hey! Who are you!"
"Laying hands on a young boy in broad daylight, have you no shame!"
"Take your dirty hands off Meng Chen's face right now!"
Dugu Yan, who was right in the middle of kneading enthusiastically, was suddenly scolded by such a delicate little girl, and her movements instantly stopped.
She arched a delicate eyebrow; as the granddaughter of the Poison Douluo, she had always been accustomed to acting tyrannically in the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
Aside from Yu Tianheng and a few other direct descendants of the Upper Three Sects, who would dare speak to her like this?
"Yo, which family's little sparrow flew out?"
Dugu Yan crossed her arms, the undulating curves of her figure stretching her uniform tautly, and looked down condescendingly at Ning Rongrong, who was a head shorter than her, with a light scoff.
"Little sister, you haven't even grown your feathers yet, and you're already learning how to guard your food?"
"I'm kneading my little brother Little Chen's face, what business is it of yours? What onion are you?"
"You-who are you calling a little sparrow!"
Ning Rongrong trembled all over with anger, pointing at the tip of Dugu Yan's nose and shouting, "I am Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! Dare to disrespect me, believe it or not, I'll have Grandpa Sword break your legs!"
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Dugu Yan froze for a moment, a trace of sudden realization flashing in her eyes, but the haughtiness on her face did not diminish by much.
If it were ordinary nobility hearing this name, they would have long since been scared away and hiding.
However, her grandfather Dugu Bo kept the Upper Three Sects at a mutually respectful distance, and deep down she would not hold too much awe for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"So it's the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Dugu Yan covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, teasing undertones in her eyes.
"What if the sect is powerful?"
"This is the academy, and everyone speaks based on their own abilities."
"Little brother Little Chen is so cute, and he strikes Sister's fancy, so what if Sister touches him?"
"As for you, acting so fierce-watch out, or little brother Little Chen will hate you in the future!"
"You-you're talking nonsense, Meng Chen would never hate me!"
Ning Rongrong's eye rims instantly reddened. She turned her head to stare at Meng Chen and said with a crying lilt in her voice, "Meng Chen! You tell me! Do you like me, or do you like this fierce woman who popped out of nowhere!"
Meng Chen lay paralyzed on his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Oh heavens, oh earth, the one sleeping inside his body was none other than the mighty Golden Dragon King!
Why was it that every day after his rebirth, instead of facing life-or-death battles, he faced a Shura field where three women were enough for a full-scale drama?
Meanwhile, Yu Tianheng, who had been left hanging to the side by Dugu Yan all this time, had a complexion that was already so gloomy water could drip from it.
As one of the most astonishing and brilliant heirs of his generation in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he had cast aside all his pride and used every flattering trick in the book to pursue Dugu Yan.
Yet Dugu Yan was always lukewarm toward him.
Now, Dugu Yan had completely ignored him and cast him aside for a six-year-old brat from the junior department!
Even though the other party was a child, to the extremely conceited Yu Tianheng, the humiliation of being left out in the cold was simply unbearable.
Yu Tianheng took a deep breath, stepped forward, and approached.
"Yanyan, you need to watch your identity."
"You are Dugu Mian's granddaughter. Making a scene here in public with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect over a freshman from the junior department-what kind of decorum is this?"
Dugu Yan frowned, turned her head, and glanced coldly at him.
"Yu Tianheng, my affairs are none of your concern."
"I'll like whoever I want to like, and touch whoever I want to touch. You're not anyone special to me, so stop trying to crush me with grand principles!"
The fists inside Yu Tianheng's sleeves suddenly clenched tightly. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
At this moment, Ning Rongrong also seized the opportunity, terrified that Meng Chen would be seduced by this tall senior student, and simply gave up on eating.
Tugging at Meng Chen's sleeve and moving her short legs, she rushed toward the stairway in a flurry.
"Meng Chen, come with me, back to the classroom!"
Meng Chen wanted to leave quickly as well, so he offered no struggle and fled out of the dining hall together with Ning Rongrong.
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