Chapter 22: Cooperating with Your Performance

"Without an engagement, what are you talking about being partners forever?!"

"We will always be together!"

"I don't believe it!"

"……"

In the center of the palace, the two girls were full of spirit and vigor, inexplicably arguing into a ball.

The others... had black lines all over their heads.

Then everyone looked at Qin Jian's exquisite face.

So, was this a bloody case caused by male beauty...?

"Alright, stop arguing."

At this moment, Tang Yuehua finally woke up from her deep thoughts, and with a single sentence, she extinguished the arrogance of Ning Rongrong and Xue Ke.

"Teacher has great inspiration today and will go to revise the court dance next, so today's class ends here. Tomorrow I will teach you a brand new court dance."

After Tang Yuehua finished speaking, she walked out without looking back, her head still lowered along the way, seemingly still lost in thought; if it weren't for the two beautiful young girls following behind her, she might have walked into the river...

And once Tang Yuehua left, the entire palace was like a pot that had exploded, with everyone rushing out in high spirits, just like students who had rarely been dismissed from class early...

Only Qin Jian had a bit of a headache, because Princess Xue Ke had set her sights on him: "Qin Jian, I am very good at dancing, be my partner, we will definitely be able to take first place in the Assessment!"

Ning Rongrong was so angry that her little face turned red, and she bared her fangs and brandished her claws, wishing she could scratch her.

This was the first time she had encountered such a thing; it had always been others coming to curry favor with her, and this was the first time someone wanted to compete with her.

This inexplicably caused a sense of crisis to rise within her...

Looking again at Qin Jian, whom she liked more the more she looked at him, she secretly hardened her heart: "Isn't it just that we aren't engaged? After this etiquette training is over, I will go beg Father to let us get engaged! Hmph!"

"Alright Rongrong..."

Qin Jian grabbed Ning Rongrong's little hand, pulled her to his side, and then said to Xue Ke: "Princess, Rongrong and I are fixed partners and will not change easily, please find someone else."

He didn't wait for Xue Ke to respond, and pulled Ning Rongrong away: "Let's go, let's go, let's go back and cultivate together..."

Watching them walking shoulder to shoulder and hand in hand, Xue Ke couldn't help but feel both annoyed and envious.

"Xiao Ke, do you like Qin Jian?"

At this time, Xue Qinghe walked to her side, patted her little shoulder, and said: "If you like him, go chase him. After all, missing out on it is a lifelong matter."

"Oh..."

Xue Ke looked up at her eldest brother, only responded with a sound, and then ran outward, seemingly not very close to this brother.

"Qin Jian, huh... this is really a bit troublesome..."

Xue Qinghe watched the backs of Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong, eyes deep, not knowing what was being pondered...

And Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong, who had long since left the palace gate, naturally did not know what had happened behind them, but they were also forced to stop in their tracks.

Because that Fourth Prince Xue Beng, who had been punished to stand for a class, blocked the two of them: "Qin Jian! I want to challenge you!"

This roar immediately attracted all the princes, princesses, and noble children who had not yet gone far.

And Xue Qinghe and Xue Ke also walked over to watch, neither of them having any intention of intervening to stop Xue Beng.

"Just right to let me see what is so special about this Qin Jian that he can bewitch the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect so muddle-headedly." Xue Qinghe stood in the corner with arms crossed.

"Should I cooperate with his performance..."

Qin Jian pinched his chin, somewhat hesitant.

"I am a disciple of Jian Douluo; if I retreat in the face of battle, will I lose face for my teacher..."

Seeing him speechless, Xue Beng thought he didn't dare to accept, so he provoked him: "Hey, hey, you caused me to be punished to stand just now, you wouldn't be chickening out now, would you?!"

"Qin Jian..."

Ning Rongrong pulled Qin Jian's hand and said: "The Fourth Prince is two years older than us, his soul power must be higher than ours too, you'd better not fight him."

"It's fine."

Qin Jian finally made up his mind, shook his head at Ning Rongrong, and said: "Don't worry, it's fine..."

Then he walked in front of Xue Beng: "I accept your challenge."

Just let me cooperate with your performance...

Seeing Qin Jian accept Xue Beng's challenge, the crowd excitedly surrounded them.

What happened in class today had already made them very curious about Qin Jian, and now they wanted to see what the actual combat ability of this direct disciple of Jian Douluo was like.

Xue Beng stood proudly in the open space in front of the palace, stomped his feet, and two soul rings, one white and one yellow, lit up from beneath his feet.

"I am a Level 20 Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, are you ready to be crushed?"

He pointed a finger at Qin Jian with an arrogant look on his face.

"Twelve years old and Level 20? That's not bad..."

Qin Jian nodded, then stepped forward under the gaze of everyone, and a yellow soul ring lit up beneath his feet.

"Qin Jian, Level 19 Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, please advise."

The words he said casually left everyone stunned.

"Hey, hey, he seems to be a few years younger than Prince Xue Beng, right? How is he already Level 19?!"

"After all, he is a disciple of a Peak Douluo, this level... um... it's... it's still acceptable..."

"No wonder he dared to accept the Fourth Prince's challenge, it turns out he had the confidence."

"……"

The crowd discussed spiritedly.

"Level 19? It is indeed the speed of a genius, not exceeding expectations." Xue Qinghe said secretly.

In the arena.

Prince Xue Beng looked as if there was not the slightest change, as if Qin Jian's Level 19 was completely nothing, playing the role of a prince who looks down on everyone to the fullest.

"First Soul Skill, Rapid Attack!"

Without a word, he shot toward Qin Jian in a flash, his fist smashing fiercely toward his face: "Hey, watch me smash that face of yours!"

"Hitting people without hitting the face is the rule; you're being quite excessive..."

Qin Jian casually gestured with a sword-finger: "My Body as a Sword!"

Bang!

A purple Sword as tall as a person slammed into the ground in front of him, the soul power surging and instantly sending Prince Xue Beng flying.

It wasn't that Qin Jian hadn't thought about using his First Soul Skill, Charm Sword, directly, but after a moment's thought, he gave up on it.

Because that might arouse Xue Qinghe's vigilance, and he didn't want the other party to realize he was continuously casting soul skills on her.

Therefore, to be safe, he had only been casting his First Soul Skill on Xue Qinghe for the past half year...

"My Body as a Sword... this way of summoning a martial soul..."

Xue Qinghe's pupils constricted: "If I remember correctly, that is Jian Douluo's pinnacle work, a Self-created Soul Skill, Man-Sword Unity!"

This time, it truly made her feel surprised and moved, and it also caused her to elevate Qin Jian's status in her heart from a genius to the level of a peerless genius.

"Wow! So handsome!"

On the other side, Princess Xue Ke, a member of the looks-obsessed club, had hearts popping out of her eyes.

She didn't know anything about Man-Sword Unity, and few people present could see it either; she only knew that the way Qin Jian had just waved his hand and a sword had descended... was simply too handsome!

"Hmph, Qin Jian is naturally the most handsome!"

Ning Rongrong held her head high and crossed her arms, looking as if it were a matter of course.

At this moment, Xue Ke suddenly said: "Hey, Ning Rongrong, how about you let Qin Jian to me?"

(End of this chapter)