Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Fortunately, some people who knew their stuff finally realized how good Beiting Huang was.
A particularly thin young man held his hands in front of him and looked a little timid. He glanced at Beiting Huang and his gaze landed on her hand,
which was holding Mu Qinglingâs tightly. He took a deep breath and seemed to have made an especially difficult decision. He walked over and said to Beiting Huang, âYour Excellency Beiting Huang, can I⦠can I join your team?
This was great!
Beiting Huang, who had been completely isolated by this batch of new students, finally had a way out. Her mask could not hide the smile on her face. She cast a questioning look at Mu Qingling. Seeing that she had no objections, she restrained her excitement and nodded at the boy indifferently. âSure. Whatâs your name?
It wasnât that no one was willing to form a party up with Beiting Huang, but who was qualified to form a party up with her? Even if she was only a Level 2 Spirit Master, she had another identity as Leng Qianmoâs student, a Heaven Rank Star Sword Master.
Looking up, there were less than 10,000 people left. Even Level 3 professionals were as rare as divine beasts with ancient bloodlines. How could any of them compare to Beiting Huang?
Seeing this ordinary-looking kid join Beiting Huangâs team, everyone in the new student team was envious. This brat was simply lucky.
âIsnât this guy Yuan Ye?â
âThatâs right. Haha, this is fun. The most lowly person in the world actually joined forces with the most respected person on this continent. Impressive!â
âHahaha, Lord Beiting Huang must not know who this kid is. If he did, he wouldnât even look at him!â
The discussions and voices entered her ears. Beiting Huang indeed didnât know who this boy called Yuan Ye was. It seemed that this guy was very famous in the entire capital and wasnât inferior to Beiting Huang at all.
This was still strange!
She sized up this kid. He was dressed in a warriorâs uniform that had been washed until it was white. His sleeves and pants were obviously shorter. It was a little like slightly long sleeves and nine-section pants that were popular in modern society.
Seeing Beiting Huang size up him, Yuan Ye lowered his head even more. He walked up to Beiting Huang and formally introduced himself. âHello, Your
Excellency Beiting Huang. My name is Yuan Ye!â
âOh, Yuan Yeâ¦
Before Beiting Huang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by wild
laughter. He frowned and looked at the crazy person. It was âFinished Quicklyâ. Beiting Huang was especially impatient. Brat, since even your father wants you to âfinish quicklyâ, Iâll fulfill your wish. Iâll let you be arrogant for the time being. When we reach the danger zone, Iâll personally send you to the King of
âI thought that the dignified ninth young master was very noble, but it turns out that heâs just a piece of trash. Heâs only worthy of dealing with the son of a dung collector!â Wan Dekuaiâs disdainful gaze swept across Beiting Huang. His arrogant look was especially annoying!
âYou!â Yuan Ye, who had always been submissive, was provoked, and his face flushed red. âSo what if heâs a dung collector? My father depends on his own ability to make a living. If you have the ability, donât poop every day!â
âHahaha!â Beiting Huang couldnât help but laugh. She patted Yuan Heâs shoulder with her snow-white hand. âIf he doesnât poop, do you want him to suffocate to death? However, well said. Thereâs no distinction between noble and low class. I like it!â
Yuan Ye felt as if he had been electrocuted. Ever since he was young, he had followed his father through the streets as he collected poop. No child liked to play with him, and they all said that he smelled bad. He had the intention to change his fate. When he was seven years old, perhaps because his father was moved by him, he actually taught him how to cultivate. He worked hard and finally became a Level 2 professional..