Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

There is no never-ending feast.

Lu Mingfei politely declined the invitation from the three education commissioners to ride back to the academy in a carriage, intending to stroll around the city and buy some things to digest his food.

Just kidding. For most students, sharing a ride with a teacher is an absolutely terrifying thing. They wouldn't even get on a bus, let alone a horse-drawn carriage.

Considering it was Xue Qinghe's birthday, he still said goodbye to Xue Qinghe before leaving. As for the Seven Treasures trio, he couldn't wait to stay far away. He made an excuse and disappeared in a flash.

"Hey!" Ning Rongrong waved, wanting to say goodbye to Lu Mingfei, but before she could speak, Lu Mingfei had already blended into the crowd leaving the palace and disappeared.

"Hmph." Miss Ning Rongrong pouted, feeling inexplicably annoyed. She had kindly invited Lu Mingfei to share a table, but he hadn't accepted. Now that he had left, he hadn't even said goodbye.

"Rongrong, we're about to go home, why are you suddenly throwing a tantrum?" Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo had just changed back into their casual clothes when they saw their daughter rush over and hug their waist.

"It's all because of that Lu Mingfei," Ning Rongrong tattled.

The three of them boarded the carriage, and Ning Rongrong passionately denounced Lu Mingfei for not giving face to the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School today.

"Rongrong, this is only the second time you've met today, and you haven't even exchanged many words. You can't even be considered friends, so it's normal for her to be distant towards you," Ning Fengzhi said with a smile, explaining that Ning Rongrong's current anger was entirely due to her princess-like temper.

"Dad, are you sure you didn't see wrong? Is that guy really as amazing as you said today?" Ning Rongrong said with dissatisfaction. If Lu Mingfei is really that amazing, wouldn't she have to look up to him in the future?

"If you don't believe me, ask your grandfather Jian. What Dad said today was actually quite conservative," Ning Fengzhi said, shaking his head.

Ning Rongrong looked at Sword Douluo with some disbelief, but Sword Douluo nodded: "I was certain last time at the Great Soul Arena. His eye spirit is of extremely high quality, and even my Seven Kill Sword felt a momentary suppression."

"How could that be?" Ning Rongrong also remembered what Sword Douluo said at the Great Soul Arena, but she thought it was just a joke.

"Rongrong, according to the information, he awakened his martial soul around the same time as you. Do you know what level he is now?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

"Level 15?"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head: "It's sixteen." As a high-level perception soul master, it was easy for him to see through the level of a one-ring soul master.

"How could it be so fast?" Ning Rongrong exclaimed in surprise. She had just obtained her first level 13 soul ring last month, and had not yet broken through after a month of cultivation.

"He not only possesses innate full soul power, but he also cultivates very diligently. I heard that he hasn't left the school for two months and cultivates for more than ten hours a day. Rongrong, I don't expect you to be as diligent as him, but you should learn a little from him." Ning Fengzhi sighed.

"Okay, I understand." Ning Rongrong gave up.

Even a little witch would have to admit defeat when faced with someone else's child like this.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo exchanged a glance and smiled. There were very few things that could make their young lady let them lose.

Meanwhile, in the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace, Emperor Xueye's feelings were quite complicated as he looked at the newly adult Crown Prince before him.

He wasn't really sure what had happened with the eldest and third sons; perhaps it was just bad luck, or perhaps Xue Qinghe really was behind it. But royal power struggles were always like this. Xue Qinghe might be ruthless, but he was undoubtedly more than qualified as an heir to the empire.

"Qinghe, from now on, you should go to the academy more often to look after your younger brother Xue Beng, and of course, that Lu Mingfei as well." Emperor Xueye said meaningfully, but the father and son did not say it outright.

"Your subject obeys the decree." Xue Qinghe knelt down to receive the decree, kowtowing heavily to show his attitude.

"You've had a long day, go and rest." Emperor Xueye waved his sleeve.

The father-son relationship in the royal family is never as warm as that of ordinary people.

Xue Qinghe left Xueye's bedchamber with his head down. When he raised his head, he had a smile on his face. He had achieved a partial victory today, which was indeed something to be happy about.

When he returned to his own palace, the palace servants were taking the gifts brought by the guests that day into his personal treasury and registering them.

"By the way, where did you put the gifts that Avalanche and the others brought this morning?" Xue Qinghe asked as he walked into the study.

"Please wait a moment, Your Highness." The palace maid hurriedly retrieved the three gift boxes that had been placed in the side room that morning and presented them to the Crown Prince with both hands.

"Put it down. All of you, get out. No one is allowed to come in without my permission." Xue Qinghe waved his hand, and the people around him left the study.

He then took off his heavy formal attire, changed into a white long shirt to relax a bit, and after thinking for a moment, picked up the gift box on the table and began to open it.

Avalanche's gift was a magnificent dagger inlaid with gemstones, quite valuable. Ning Rongrong's gift was a fragment of an ancient script scroll, likely from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's collection. As for Lu Mingfei's gift, it was simple: a pure white jade folding fan.

"Looks like he's adapting quite well." Xue Qinghe had already heard that Lu Mingfei went to the Great Battle Soul Competition to take the opportunity to gamble and make a fortune with his classmates. The value of this folding fan might be insignificant to the royal family, but it was already quite a thoughtful gift for Lu Mingfei, a six-year-old boy.

After weighing it in his hand, Xue Qinghe felt it was pretty good. He opened the fan and was surprised when he took a closer look. The front was an ordinary ink painting of bamboo forest, but the back had a poem he had never seen before.

May you live ten thousand years, and may every year bring you spring.

"Interesting." Xue Qinghe smiled slightly. He was well-read, and this level of poetry was not common in Tiandou City. Where did Lu Mingfei, a child, hear it from?

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"Achoo!" Lu Mingfei suddenly looked up. There were pedestrians coming and going all around him, and the sun was high in the sky, radiating a warm light.

…But why did a chill suddenly rise in his heart? It felt just like when he was betrayed by the teacher on duty in the Notting College library last time.

"Damn, could it be that someone's got their eye on me again?" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but shiver. "It's all Ning Fengzhi's fault, that troublemaker."

Lu Mingfei thought maliciously, then went to a hotel next to the Great Soul Arena, booked a room, changed back into his everyday clothes, and prepared to wait for Li Lan to come and meet him that evening.

Although he earned 1,400 gold soul coins last time, he didn't have much money left after buying the gift for the prince. Two months have passed, and he plans to make another fortune in case of need.

Thinking of this, he felt a little resentful towards Xue Qinghe, that dog of a prince. He had prepared such a thoughtful gift, but it turned out to push him into a pit of fire.

If he had known, he wouldn't have bothered with any finishing touches. That poem was Chen Wenwen's QQ signature during her summer vacation in her second year of high school. He thought it was fitting for her birthday, so he used it, but it turned out to be a complete waste of effort.

He was already thinking about when Xue Qinghe would mess things up so he could tease him mercilessly and vent his anger. Even if he didn't mess things up, he might have already jumped to the Spirit Hall's camp. Then he would let Xue Qinghe see what a righteous betrayal was all about!