After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 279 What Kind of World

The dragon palace and the human royal palace are not much different.

Having witnessed Xiao Hei's memories, and walking through it, Meng San offered this assessment.

However, everyone coming and going in the palace had two small horns on their heads, which made Meng San want to pluck one and take a bite.

"My lord, this is the Crown Prince's training ground."

The little palace maid who was in charge of guiding Meng San blushed and didn't dare to look up at Meng San at all.

The two men in front of her were so handsome that they attracted many stares on the way here, and she was a little embarrassed to look at them.

"So this Sea Dragon Palace isn't blue in color after all."

Meng San muttered to himself, and the little palace maid tilted her head in confusion, "My lord, what did you say?"

"nothing."

Just recalling the "Springtime Pigsy" from Tang Ling's memory, and seeing the adorable expression of the little palace maid with horns, Meng San couldn't help but reach out, wanting to tease her a bit, but was pulled back by Song Nan from behind.

"Go down first," he said, his face covered in cold sweat, gesturing to the palace maid.

In fact, Tang Ling's features after transforming into Meng San were not much different from before, except that there was always a hint of arrogance between her brows, which made her already flamboyant features even more dazzling and beautiful.

Upon closer inspection, one will discover that deep within those seemingly nonchalant eyes lies a subtle weariness and indifference, as if nothing in this world can stir its true emotions.

Sometimes when she's quiet and doesn't speak, she's just like Tang Ling; but once she starts moving, she immediately transforms into a mischievous devil.

Just like now, seeing the huge training ground in front of him, Meng San has already reached out and summoned a bunch of bows and arrows, swords and shields, spears... and started playing with them in different ways.

You won't know until you play with it; once you do, you'll realize this guy is proficient in everything, there's almost nothing he can't do.

It's clear that after selling steamed buns for months, he's been itching to get back to work, jumping around on the school training field, never still for a moment.

Until I saw her holding a long sword, twirling it in the air, and then, instead of sheathing it, she made a beautiful sword flourish, pointing it directly in my direction.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed from exercising, and her dark eyes were clear and bright, reflecting her slightly dazed self.

"Want to play? I'll teach you."

In his previous life, Song Nan had used swords for nearly a thousand years and once thought that he had reached the pinnacle of his skills in this area. However, under Meng San's guidance, he realized that he had only scratched the surface.

In Meng San's hands, some movements that seem extremely simple are actually very difficult to achieve, requiring years of profound skill to perform.

However, Song Nan learned very quickly and became more and more proficient. Even Meng San couldn't help but take a few more glances at him, thinking that this kid was simply teachable, able to grasp things quickly and apply them to other situations, which made her feel very accomplished in teaching him.

Because the two were so engrossed in teaching and their demonstrations were so spectacular, the Dragon King and Dragon Prince, who had arrived long ago, were dazzled and couldn't bear to disturb them.

When she noticed, Meng San gestured with her eyes for the Dragon Prince to come up and learn from her. With Song Nan as a shining example, the little Dragon Prince paled in comparison.

Some moves, no matter how many times they were taught, could not be learned. Meng San had little patience, so he threw the sword to Song Nan and asked him to teach them.

"You dare to teach this prince what you've just learned?" the Dragon Prince said displeasedly.

Meng San snorted coldly, "Teaching you is more than enough."

Having said that, he completely ignored the Dragon Prince's protests, and with a thought, threw a punch at the Dragon King.

This caught the Dragon King completely off guard. However, he had been itching to fight, so he began to exchange blows with Meng San.

With instructors in the Dragon Palace, life was finally less monotonous and boring.

Meng San was in his element on the training field, defeating all of the Dragon Prince's instructors, including the Dragon King.

Although he could never win, the Dragon King still enjoyed challenging him. Despite repeated defeats, he became more courageous with each setback.

He could clearly sense that each time he fought Meng San, he learned knowledge he had never encountered before, and some of it was even magic that only ancient powerful beings could use. This surprised and amazed him, and he had the idea of ​​keeping Meng San with him.

"Xiao Meng, can you stay here forever and raise my son to be a successful person?"

During a break in their duel, the two sat on the training field to rest, and the Dragon King once again brought up his ideas.

Meng San glanced at the little dragon prince, who was puffing up in a huff not far away and was being disliked by Song Nan. After a long while, she suddenly spoke.

"Can you find a way to let me leave?"

The Dragon King was stunned.

During the brief moment of stunned silence, Meng San turned to face the Dragon King, saying nothing and simply staring at him without moving.

When she is still, Meng San's eyes are like a vast and boundless starry sky, or a bottomless whirlpool. If you look into them for too long, you will feel like you are about to be sucked in.

The Dragon King avoided her gaze, touched his nose, and changed the subject somewhat guiltily.

"However, these days, my son has been taught by Xiao Song. Xiao Song is very talented, but it's a pity that a genius can't be a good teacher."

Because things that might take ordinary people a long time to figure out, they often understand instantly and don't understand why ordinary people can't understand something so simple.

The Dragon King narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the two people not far away, unsure whether he was looking at the genius Song Nan or the mediocre Little Dragon Prince.

That's right. From the very beginning, Meng San realized that this little dragon prince had mediocre talent. Unless he had a fortuitous encounter, he would never excel in his cultivation journey.

However, the Dragon King, whose talent surpassed that of ordinary people, was clearly unwilling to accept this fact. His instructors changed one after another, but apart from developing all sorts of truancy skills in the little dragon prince, he made no progress in his cultivation.

Until Meng San and Song Nan were invited.

The Dragon King thought he had hired two genius masters, but it seems that it was all in vain.

"Perhaps I should let my son go free."

Seeing the little dragon prince looking dejected because he couldn't perform simple spells, his face suddenly losing all its vitality, the Dragon King suddenly spoke.

That's truly something to celebrate.

The way the Little Dragon Prince learns is painful for him, and it's also painful for those watching.

But after a moment, he snorted coldly, "Letting this kid go free is just letting him indulge in drinking, gambling, and whoring. I'd rather keep him by my side through cultivation than feel at ease!"

"Besides... if he works harder, and has more perseverance and willpower, he should... be able to succeed, right?"

The Dragon King's tone was hesitant, but it carried even more of a hope that his son would become a dragon.

Looking at the contrast between the two in the distance, Meng San couldn't help but think of another person.

"You once asked me what kind of person I was—Ji Wuchan. Now I want to ask you, what kind of person are you?"

"A lucky person."

Why?

"Among the three realms, the Immortal Realm has the most generous resources and treatment. Its inhabitants have long lifespans and powerful abilities. I was born with excellent aptitude for cultivation, which brings me closer to the Immortal Realm than ordinary people. I can save a lot of time to do my own things, so I am naturally a lucky person."

Perhaps noticing that she hadn't spoken for a while, the Dragon King asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Meng San was brought back to her senses by the sound, but her gaze was somewhat unfocused.

"I'm thinking."

She said, "What kind of world would it be if everyone could do what they wanted?"