Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

As soon as Dai Huabin finished speaking, Xu Jiujiu's eyes suddenly turned cold. She had nothing to do with this matter, which was why she stayed, but this second son of the White Tiger Duke was too shameless!

Madam White Tiger's expression tightened, and she quickly instructed, "Hua Bin, you stay here obediently and don't run around." Her tone was full of worry and concern.

Seeing this, Wang Xian'er didn't say anything more and led Madam Baihu away. She thought to herself, since this young master Dai Huabin is determined to make trouble for himself, then let him be.

Although she was filled with resentment, Xu Jiujiu remained calm on the surface. She knew that this matter concerned the face of the royal family and the dignity of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. Once it got out, it would surely cause a lot of trouble.

It is precisely because she grasped this point that Lady Baihu was so fearless, and her words and actions exuded an unbridled confidence.

Seeing Xu Jiujiu sit down, Dai Huabin, harboring ulterior motives, wanted to sit next to Wen Yu. Xu Jiujiu was about to speak to stop him, but seeing Wen Yu's calm expression, focused on turning the pages of her book, seemingly unconcerned, she swallowed back the words she was about to say.

Wen Yu didn't care about Dai Huabin's little scheme. With her strength, it would be easy for her to teach this boy a lesson. However, Jin Tianming had specifically instructed her to leave this person with Huo Yuhao, so she gave up the idea of ​​punishing him.

"Wen Yu, we meet again." Dai Huabin's tone was intimate, with a hint of self-important familiarity.

Dai Huabin sat down next to Wen Yu, his gaze greedily fixed on her perfect profile. A lewd glint flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He knew that haste makes waste and that he had to be patient and take things slowly.

Wen Yu paused in her book-turning, looked up, and stared directly at the blond-haired boy in front of her with her clear, bright, emerald-like eyes. Her tone was cold: "Are we that familiar?"

“Wen Yu, you smiled at me last time on Xingluo Street!” Dai Huabin hurriedly explained, trying to evoke her memory.

"Really?" Wen Yu tapped her chin with her fingertip as if in thought, then said in a distant tone, "Sorry, I don't remember."

Dai Huabin, who had been full of anticipation, felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water upon hearing this, and his enthusiasm vanished instantly. All the words he had prepared were shut down by this one sentence.

"Pfft~" Xu Jiujiu, who had just picked up the book, couldn't help but laugh and almost blurted out, "You, Dai Huabin, why do you think Wen Yu will remember you?"
Suppressing his dissatisfaction, Dai Huabin put on a gentlemanly demeanor: "It seems that Miss Wen Yu does not know me well. It is alright. My name is Dai Huabin, the second son of the Duke of White Tiger. I have full innate soul power and have now cultivated to the thirty-first level. My martial soul is White Tiger. I hope Miss Wen Yu will give me more guidance."

As he spoke, he reached out to shake hands with Wen Yu.

Wen Yu maintained her gentle smile, but did not extend her hand. Instead, she politely declined in a soft voice: "Nice to meet you, Dai Huabin. However, I am a bit of a germaphobe and am not used to shaking hands with people."

"OK then."

Dai Huabin awkwardly withdrew his hand, his mind racing as he pondered how to start a conversation.

Xu Jiujiu, who was standing to the side, was almost laughing her head off. She had always thought that Wen Yu never refused anyone, but she never expected that she would politely refuse someone she didn't like.

If Dai Huabin knew that he had danced with Wen Yu this morning, would he be so angry that he blushed?
On the other side, the Immortal Doctor Wang Xian'er led the Duchess of the White Tiger to a room. Although she was unhappy with the Duchess of the White Tiger's scheming, she still prepared to examine her body out of respect for Dai Hao's grandfather.

"Please, Doctor Immortal Douluo."

Lady White Tiger respectfully told Wang Xian'er that in recent years, her health had been deteriorating, and she always felt that her days were numbered.

"I understand." Wang Xian'er reached out and began to take the pulse of Lady White Tiger, channeling her own soul power into her body to examine her. Soon, she concluded, "Lady White Tiger, your body is fine. Are you sure you're not lying to an old woman like me who's hundreds of years old?"

After saying that, Wang Xian'er's eyes became wary. If Madam Baihu used a fake illness to get close to Wen Yu, she would not be polite.

Lady White Tiger was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening and hurriedly explained, "Senior Physician, I am not lying. In recent years, I have been suffering from splitting headaches from time to time, and I often feel chest tightness and shortness of breath."

Looking at the sincere expression of Lady White Tiger, Wang Xian'er frowned. If that were the case, could it be that Lady White Tiger had offended someone and been cursed? But she didn't have any aura of an evil soul master on her.

Wang Xian'er was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I'm afraid I can't find the cause of the illness either. Madam White Tiger, please think carefully, have you offended anyone in the past few days?"

"No, absolutely not." "Really not?"

"I swear I have not offended anyone!"

Seeing Lady White Tiger's certainty, Wang Xian'er became even more puzzled. She was now recognized as the number one healing-type Soul Master on the continent, so how could she not find the cause of the illness?
Why don't we ask Lord Wen Yu to take a look?

The moment the idea popped into Wang Xian'er's head, the more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. She immediately stood up and said, "I'll go out for a bit, please wait here."

"Ok."

"Wen Yu, do you know my father? He was the Grand General of the Star Luo Empire, who drove the Sun Moon Empire into a series of defeats!"

Wen Yu lowered her eyes and turned a page of the book, her eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath her eyes: "Mm." The last syllable was drawn out very softly, as if afraid of wasting her breath.

"Wen Yu, what exactly is your martial soul? Can you tell me?"

"What's so interesting about a healing-type martial soul?"

"But I want to know you better!" Dai Huabin persisted, leaning forward involuntarily.

Xu Jiujiu, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. She slammed her book shut and said irritably, "Enough! Dai Huabin, people want to read, but you're chattering away like a cannon. Didn't your mother teach you to be polite?" She frowned, extremely annoyed by Dai Huabin's nagging.

Dai Huabin glanced at her disdainfully for a long time. As the strongest young generation, he didn't take the princess in front of him seriously at all: "Wen Yu didn't say anything, why are you meddling in the fun?"

Xu Jiujiu sneered: "Wen Yu is only being accommodating to you because she has a good temper. If it were anyone else, you would have annoyed them to death long ago."

"If you can't stand it, you can leave! Are you some kind of pampered princess?" Dai Huabin crossed his arms, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Heh. So the White Tiger Etiquette only teaches arrogance, is that it?"

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Wen Yu silently raised her head and watched the princess and the duke's second son arguing fiercely. It's human nature to watch the drama unfold, especially for women. She found it quite amusing to see the two of them fighting over her.

"What are you arguing about?"

Wang Xian'er happened to walk over at that moment and saw Xu Jiujiu and Dai Huabin looking tense from afar. She immediately quickened her pace and came up to the two of them, staring at Dai Huabin with particularly unfriendly eyes and asking.

She had long harbored resentment towards this disrespectful second son of the White Tiger Duke. His elder brother was polite and courteous, but this fellow had absolutely no concept of manners.

Upon seeing Wang Xian'er, Xu Jiujiu immediately felt as if he had found his pillar of support and complained pitifully, "Grandma Wang Xian'er, look at Dai Huabin, he keeps disturbing Wen Yu's reading. I kindly said a few words to him, and he actually cursed at me."

"Grandma knows." Wang Xian'er gently stroked Xu Jiujiu's head. When it came to choosing sides, she naturally sided with the Xu family royal family.

She stared coldly at Dai Huabin, her tone carrying a hint of intimidation: "Little guy, was I too good-tempered just now, or did your little talent give you the confidence to be so arrogant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying pressure swept towards Dai Huabin like a surging wave. Faced with this pressure, he was powerless to resist and collapsed to the ground with a "thud," staring at Wang Xian'er in front of him with a face full of terror.

(End of this chapter)