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In the bath, their bodies and skin pressed closely together, Ning Rongrong could feel Meng Bei's strong heartbeat and the stirring energy within him.

Holding Ning Rongrong's pale, delicate leg, Meng Bei's expression suddenly turned serious.

"Don't move, Rongrong. I think I'm about to break through!"

Meng Bei spoke firmly.

Perhaps the physical connection provided him the opportunity to advance. His internal soul power surged violently, flowing like a tidal wave and breaking through his bottleneck, elevating his strength to a whole new level.

The exhilarating sensation of advancement filled his entire being with unparalleled joy and satisfaction.

The fruits of nearly two months of diligent cultivation bore fruit at that moment, pushing his soul power to level 40.

"Rongrong, you're truly my lucky star!"

Meng Bei planted a kiss on Ning Rongrong's blushing cheek, making her shyly smile.

Building on the momentum, Meng Bei soon brought Ning Rongrong into another state of blissful disarray.

"Rongrong, once we've settled in, let's visit your father. What do you think?"

Meng Bei suggested.

Ning Rongrong nodded, "I'll listen to you," she murmured while nuzzling against him.

It wasn't until noon that they finally emerged from the bath.

Rongrong and Xiao Wu appeared visibly drained, while Tang San, who had been waiting for them, was clearly impatient.

He had been up for a while but grew frustrated by their prolonged absence, wondering what could have taken them so long.

Meng Bei recounted the excuse he gave Ning Rongrong to Tang San, and the group began discussing their next steps.

Meng Bei stated decisively:

"I've already decided—Blue Tyrant Academy!"

"Blue Tyrant Academy?"

Everyone turned to Meng Bei with puzzled expressions.

Noticing their confusion, Meng Bei explained:

"I've done some research. Blue Tyrant Academy is the only high-level soul master academy in Heaven Dou City that exclusively accepts commoners and rejects all nobility. For us, it's the perfect choice."

The group nodded in agreement.

Meng Bei continued:

"Additionally, in last year's Continental Advanced Soul Master Youth Competition, Blue Tyrant Academy's team eliminated one of Heaven Dou Royal Academy's two teams!"

Hearing this, Xiao Wu quickly caught on.

"So if we join Blue Tyrant Academy, there's a good chance we'll face Shrek Academy in this year's competition?"

Meng Bei nodded affirmatively.

"That's correct!"

Hearing this, Tang San felt a pang of reluctance.

"Wouldn't this be inappropriate? After all, Dean Flender and the others…"

Tang San trailed off, hesitant to directly say that it felt wrong to compete against their former teachers.

Xiao Wu, however, was visibly displeased.

"Then why don't you go back to your Dean?"

Tang San smiled awkwardly and dropped the subject.

Meng Bei gently patted Xiao Wu to soothe her.

"Alright, Xiao Wu, don't be too harsh on Third Brother. His feelings are understandable."

Tang San gave Meng Bei a grateful look.

"But," Meng Bei turned to Tang San, "Third Brother, I believe that if we ever face Shrek Academy on the battlefield, Dean Flender would want us to give it our all. Doing so would be the greatest respect we could show them!"

Tang San acknowledged Meng Bei's perspective and dropped his objections to joining Blue Tyrant Academy.

The group then decided to head to Blue Tyrant Academy together.

Before setting off, Meng Bei revealed another piece of information:

"There's one more reason I chose Blue Tyrant Academy—I know their Dean!"

Everyone was surprised.

They hadn't expected Meng Bei to have such a connection.

In truth, Meng Bei simply said he knew the Dean; he hadn't said the Dean knew him.

Soon, the group arrived at Blue Tyrant Academy's gates.

The 10-meter-high marble gates bore eight golden characters: *"Blue Tyrant Advanced Soul Master Academy."*

It exuded an imposing grandeur.

"Sorry, the enrollment period has ended," a staff member at the entrance informed them.

Meng Bei replied:

"I know your Dean, Liu Erlong. Please give her this package."

He handed over a package.

The staff member hesitated, unsure of the Dean's real name, but Meng Bei's confident tone made him wary of offending. Respectfully, he accepted the package.

"Please wait in the reception room. I'll inform the Dean immediately."

The staff escorted them to the reception room before hurrying off with the package.

He first approached the department head, who, not daring to delay, took it to the vice dean. Eventually, the vice dean personally delivered it to Liu Erlong.

Soon after, the staff member returned.

"Please come in. The Dean is expecting you."

Meng Bei and his companions were escorted into Blue Tyrant Academy.

In a serene pavilion by a lake, a woman played a guqin, her melody tranquil and refined.

"That's our Dean," the staff member pointed out.

Meng Bei nodded and turned to his companions.

"Third Brother, wait here. I'll be right back."

Tang San and the others, assuming Meng Bei had private matters to discuss with the Dean, obediently waited outside.

Meng Bei stepped into the pavilion alone.

The woman strummed the guqin lightly, her green dress flowing elegantly, her black hair cascading like a waterfall. Though her face was slightly pale, it couldn't mask her graceful beauty.

Her curves beneath the fabric were unmatched, far surpassing the youthful allure of Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong.

Meng Bei sat across from her, his tone teasing:

"Aunt Erlong, stop pretending. Be careful, or you'll snap the strings!"

"You!"

Liu Erlong's eyes narrowed in fury, her teeth clenched.

She had assumed her beloved Xiaogang had come, preparing meticulously to appear ladylike. But instead, it was an unknown boy who struck a nerve with his blunt remark.

*Twang!*

A string snapped loudly, the air growing awkwardly tense.

Abandoning her pretense, Liu Erlong stood up and slammed a book onto the guqin in frustration.

"Speak! What's your relationship with Xiaogang?"

The ancient instrument, unable to bear the force, shattered further as its remaining strings snapped one by one.

The book was none other than *"The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls"*—a poorly selling title that had been inside Meng Bei's package.

Looking at the furious Liu Erlong, Meng Bei shook his head and sighed:

"No wonder Dean Flender and the Master didn't dare come themselves. With a temper like this… tsk tsk."

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