Yu Yuanzhen's arrival

Sunday paid no attention to Dugu Yan's words. The new teammate would be arriving soon.

"You don't need to worry about that. Yanyan, take them to fill out the forms first. Write down your information."

"Huh? What's the point of that? Doesn't the academy already have our records?"

Dugu Yan was puzzled. Why fill these out for no reason?

Sunday pulled over a chair, sat down, and picked up a copy of "Interesting Tales of Heaven Dou," reading it with relish.

"There's no point. You just looked a little too idle."

Dugu Yan and the others were left speechless. This Mr. Sunday really was peculiar.

They each found a spot and began filling out their forms.

Half an hour later, a knock sounded at the door.

"Is anyone here? I'm here to report as a new member."

Hearing the knock and that clear, sweet voice, Osler and Yu Feng exchanged a glance and rushed out.

"Get out of the way! I touched the door first!"

"Nonsense! I clearly touched it first!"

The two pulled open the door while arguing. They had no idea why someone would come, but as long as it was a girl, they were excited.

After all, girls were painfully scarce on the Imperial Fighting Team.

Of their only two girls, Dugu Yan was dating Yu Tianheng. That flower already had an owner.

Though even if Dugu Yan weren't dating anyone, they wouldn't have dared make a move.

After all, the phrase "a beauty with a scorpion's heart" found ample proof in Dugu Yan. They weren't as bold as Yu Tianheng.

As for the other girl, there was even less to say. She wouldn't even spare them more than a few words.

Seeing Ning Rongrong standing at the door, both of them widened their eyes and stared, utterly entranced.

In the bloom of youth, Ning Rongrong wore a pink dress that made her look charming and adorable, instantly capturing their attention.

"M-m-miss, hello. I... I'm Yu Feng."

Seeing Yu Feng stammer because of her, Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and giggled. Why hadn't she noticed before how entertaining these Imperial Fighting Team members were?

"Why does that voice sound so familiar?"

Hearing that laugh, Dugu Yan came to the door with a frown.

"Ning Rongrong! What are you doing here?"

"What? She's Ning Rongrong? The one from Shrek Academy?"

Yu Feng and Osler, who had still been staring blankly, were both startled by Dugu Yan's words.

They then scrutinized Ning Rongrong and finally realized that it really was her.

"No! Heaven, why are you doing this to me? My youth!"

Once Osler confirmed that it really was Ning Rongrong, he dropped to his knees and wailed.

If it had been anyone else, he might have had some confidence. Unfortunately, this girl was not only a little princess, but a witch as well.

"Tch. Let's go, let's go."

The more smitten Yu Feng had been earlier, the more speechless he was now. What was she putting on an act for?

Hearing the commotion at the door, Sunday stood up and headed over, inwardly muttering.

What's going on? Haven't they all met Ning Rongrong before? Why are they reacting like this?

When he reached the door and looked, he was indeed a little surprised.

If Ning Rongrong before had been a demure girl from a modest household, the Ning Rongrong of today was a wealthy princess.

If not for that familiar face, he might not have recognized her either. Dressing up truly was an art.

It was just like when Robin had filmed advertisements before. Without the distinctive traits of the Halovian family, he wouldn't have recognized her either.

Seeing the admiration in Sunday's eyes, Ning Rongrong beamed, lifted the hem of her skirt, and twirled before him.

"Mr. Sunday, what do you think?"

Sunday nodded.

"Not bad, though you're nowhere near my little sister."

"Little sister?"

Both Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan were curious.

"You have a little sister, Mr. Sunday? Why have we never heard of her or seen her?"

At their questions, Sunday thought of Robin, and the corners of his lips curved upward.

"She's somewhere very far away. I'll go back to find her."

With that, Sunday turned, walked into the lounge, and clapped his hands.

"All right, everyone. Now we're all here."

Ye Lingling and the other two, who had remained inside, obediently gathered when they heard Sunday's call.

Looking at the group standing in a row, Sunday beckoned to Ning Rongrong.

"New student, introduce yourself."

Ning Rongrong walked over to Sunday and nodded to the Imperial Fighting Team.

"My name is Ning Rongrong. My Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and I'm a rank twenty-seven support-type Tool Soul Elder."

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Sunday glanced at her without betraying any reaction.

Only twenty-seven? That low? Looks like I'll have to visit Dugu Bo tonight.

Sunday was indifferent toward Ning Rongrong. Whatever she did, she couldn't stir up any waves.

However, if he could use Martial Soul Evolution to bring Ning Fengzhi under his control, then join forces with Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire,

his plan would undoubtedly progress much faster.

"Welcome, welcome!"

The Imperial Fighting Team was quite welcoming toward their new teammate. At a time like this, Osler and Yu Feng's role as the team's mediators became apparent.

The two produced party poppers they had prepared who knew where and set them off all around the room.

"A warm welcome to our teammate Ning Rongrong!"

At their welcoming ceremony, Ning Rongrong's pink lips curled upward. She was delighted as well.

"Thanks!"

Sunday did not interrupt them. The Imperial Fighting Team and Ning Rongrong had clashed before.

But that had only been because they stood on opposing sides. Now that they were a team, they naturally needed to adjust to one another.

Giving them a little more time together would also help the team take shape sooner.

Watching them chat happily, Sunday couldn't help but reflect.

The Imperial Fighting Team might be lacking in strength, but they really are impeccable when it comes to getting things done.

At the very least, they could handle all sorts of matters properly. Osler and Yu Feng kept the team running smoothly, while Dugu Yan oversaw the whole picture.

It was precisely because of these people that the Imperial Fighting Team deserved its name. As for Yu Tianheng...

Sunday curled his lip.

The guy had brains, but not many. Without Dugu Yan and the others keeping things together, the team probably would have fallen apart long ago if left to him alone.

"Sunday! Get out here!"

Just then, a furious bellow came from outside Heaven Dou Royal Academy, ringing clearly throughout the entire campus.

Hearing it, Sunday headed toward the academy's main gate. He didn't recall anyone being scheduled to see him today.

When he arrived, he saw that the Three Education Committee Members were already standing at the gate.

Their expressions were complicated, heavy with worry.

Across from them stood two elderly men.

Both wore ornate blue combat attire, their auras fiercely imposing and brimming with arrogance.

"Committee Member Meng Shenji, what's going on?"

Sunday frowned as he approached Meng Shenji and the other two, asking in puzzlement.

Seeing Sunday arrive, Meng Shenji and the others finally smiled in relief.

"Your Eminence, you're finally here. These are Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. They haven't come with good intentions."

Meng Shenji edged closer to Sunday and secretly transmitted his voice to him.

Sunday raised an eyebrow.

"Because of Yu Tianheng? Didn't he only just leave?"

Meanwhile, Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian were also sizing Sunday up from across the way.

Seeing Sunday's youthful face, Yu Yuanzhen grew even more wary.

A Titled Douluo this young. This is trouble.

Yu Luomian gave it far less thought. He felt nothing but disdain for Sunday.

"So this is the Titled Douluo who defeated that useless Yu Xiaogang?"

In Yu Luomian's eyes, even a Titled Douluo could not compare to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.