It all felt a little unreal to Ye Lingling.
It was as if she were merely a spectator watching a show from the front row, without even having to pay for a ticket.
Afterward, the two of them walked down the contestants' passage.
A satisfied smile hung on Wang Xiaoming's face.
He had essentially fought three battles today, and he was very pleased.
He turned to Ye Lingling beside him. "Lingling, will you have time every day from now on? I want to come here and fight two battles every day."
Ye Lingling was taken aback.
Wang Xiaoming really did love fighting.
"I'm free. If you want to take part in a pair Soul Fight, you can come find me anytime. If you can't find me at the medicine hall, you can go to Heaven Dou Royal Academy..."
It was rare for Ye Lingling to say so much in one breath, and even she was a little surprised.
But Wang Xiaoming paid it no mind. After all, this was how normal people talked to each other.
"Okay, I'll remember that... Heaven Dou Royal Academy? Maybe we're actually bound by fate."
"Fate?"
Ye Lingling didn't quite understand.
"You'll find out later."
Wang Xiaoming gave her a mysterious smile, then pressed the Gold Soul Coins he had just earned into Ye Lingling's hand.
"That's it for today. See you tomorrow."
"Mm, goodbye..."
Ye Lingling watched as Wang Xiaoming slowly left the Great Soul Arena.
Ye Lingling looked at the Gold Soul Coins in her hand, her thoughts unknown.
Just then, someone gave her shoulder a hard slap, startling her so badly that she nearly dropped the coins.
She turned and saw that it was Dugu Yan.
Dugu Yan looked at Ye Lingling with a smile.
"What, can't bear to part with him? If you can't, then go after him. Go be his child bride."
"Yanzi! You..."
I only think of him as a poor little brother!
Ye Lingling blushed at her words, but she couldn't get a retort out. She ran off without looking back.
Wang Xiaoming walked along the nighttime streets of Heaven Dou City, carrying several snacks in his hands and eating as he headed home.
Not only had he won his fights today, he had also picked up a support along the way. He was in a wonderful mood.
Unfortunately, he was only six years old right now.
If only he could travel through time and see what sixteen-year-old Ye Lingling looked like.
Wait... if he could travel through time, why not go see sixteen-year-old Bibi Dong?
The moment that thought entered his head, he suddenly felt something and shuddered twice where he stood.
Passersby covered their mouths and snickered when they saw him, even looking closely for any telltale marks on him.
But Wang Xiaoming had no time to pay attention to their gazes.
His attention was entirely fixed on something inside him that had suddenly activated.
Inside his body, a chaotic gray ball of light floated quietly.
Wang Xiaoming was certain he had never seen it before, yet it had suddenly appeared inside his body. There was only one possibility: it had been there all along.
He directly touched the ball of light with his spiritual power.
Its function instantly appeared in his mind.
"Holy... beans!"
Standing in the middle of the street, Wang Xiaoming suddenly shouted like a madman.
The people nearby who had been hoping to watch the spectacle instantly lost interest because of the child.
So there was something wrong with his head. No wonder he'd pooped his pants. Time to go, time to go.
Wang Xiaoming was beside himself with excitement!
He took off at a run, racing toward home.
As he ran, a near-maniacal smile spread across his face.
Because the thing that had suddenly appeared inside him was the Dimensional Wall!
A divine spatial skill that could take him anywhere he wanted!
It appeared just because he thought of it?
Could he have some kind of power to make his wishes come true?
He muttered under his breath, "If that's true...
"I want Zhu Zhuqing to pour me milk, Little Rongrong and Ye Lingling to perform a comedy routine, Bibi Dong to wash my feet, Ah Yin to make my bed, Qian Renxue to massage my legs, Bo Saixi to peel fruit for me, the Ice Empress and Snow Empress to fan me, and the Silver Dragon King to pole dance for me..."
Unfortunately, he kept muttering all the way home, but not one of those things came true.
"Tch, what power to make wishes come true? Sure enough, that Dimensional Wall is just an ability I already had..."
Wang Xiaoming walked into the residence, grumbling, only to see a figure who had appeared in the courtyard at some unknown point, standing with his back to him and picking through the flower bed.
The figure wore golden armor and had a tall, slender build. Wang Xiaoming was certain he had never met this person.
How come just anyone could get into his residence?
Where was Meng Zhuang?
As he wondered, the person in front of him spoke without turning around. "Kid, no need to be so surprised. I merely put the people in your residence to sleep for a little while. After all, it's a good thing for both them and you that they haven't seen my face."
Wang Xiaoming frowned slightly when he heard that.
The person's voice sounded neither quite male nor female, and his bearing was a little unusual too. He seemed just like an ordinary person.
Someone who talked so arrogantly and strangely, and was also fiddling with flowers and plants...
Could he be Yue Guan!?
He didn't think his guess was far-fetched. After all, Spirit Hall was the only side that had made no moves so far.
His throat bobbed. He put the things in his hands on the table and walked up behind the man.
"So who exactly are you? Why have you come looking for me?"
In any case, he had just awakened the Dimensional Wall. No one could kill him now.
"Hehehe, can you really not guess who I am?"
Yue Guan turned around and looked at Wang Xiaoming with an eerily alluring smile.
Wang Xiaoming shook his head.
"Senior, you're mistaken. I'm not a god, nor am I some information broker, and I certainly don't have the ability to know every faction on the continent. So this really is the first time I've seen someone as beautiful as you, Senior."
"Really?! You really think I'm beautiful, kid?"
Hearing that, Yue Guan's lips curled up slightly as he restrained his excitement. Hearing such flattery from a six-year-old child really did make him feel like he was floating.
How could a six-year-old child lie?
He really had an eye for these things.
Suppressing his disgust, Wang Xiaoming said, "Of course. Just from seeing you from behind, I think even the mistress of Moonlight Pavilion isn't as graceful as you, Senior."
After all, a thousand things might fail, but flattery never did.
If he could make this fellow happy, it would be good for everyone.
"Hoho, you really do have a way with words, kid... Well then, I won't keep you guessing."
Though Yue Guan was happy, he hadn't forgotten the business at hand.
He composed himself and said to Wang Xiaoming, "Kid, my name is Yue Guan. I come from Spirit Hall, and my title is Chrysanthemum."