Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 463 Ning Rongrong 'Begging'

翌日清晨，天光微亮.

Dai Chengfeng woke up lazily in the gentle breeze.

Looking at the familiar ceiling, he turned his head and looked at Bibi Dong, who was still fast asleep beside him. Her sleeping face was peaceful, devoid of all her usual majesty and aloofness, like an ordinary beauty who needed to be cared for.

Long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, and a subtle smile of satisfaction lingered at the corners of her lips.

He carefully got up without waking her and gently dressed.

He turned back and tucked the blanket around her again before quietly leaving the bedchamber.

Walking back to his residence, the cool morning air invigorated Dai Chengfeng.

His mind kept replaying Bibi Dong's analysis of the Rakshasa God's power from the previous night.

"Refine your mental strength..."

Dai Chengfeng pondered to himself, "I have never neglected the cultivation of my mental strength, but I have remained at the peak of the Soul Douluo level without making any further progress... This is difficult!"

Dai Chengfeng shook his head, no longer thinking about it, and prepared to continue looking for Liu Erlong.

However, not long after he stepped out of the Spirit Hall, his sleeve was suddenly tugged gently from behind.

A somewhat pitiful, yet clear and familiar female voice sounded behind him:

"Please have mercy, kind sir... I just arrived in Wuhun City yesterday and discovered my wallet was stolen. I haven't eaten all night. Could you please give me some money to buy a steamed bun?"

Dai Chengfeng paused, his brows furrowing slightly.

He was not a stingy person, but although the Spirit Hall had no shortage of servants, it was rare to see someone so directly blocking the road to beg.

And this voice... why does it sound so familiar?

He instinctively turned around and looked at the person who was tugging at his sleeve.

The first thing that catches the eye is a head of slightly messy, yet still recognizable as originally smooth hair, which gleams faintly in the gradually brightening morning light.

She was wearing a dress that looked ordinary but was actually made of fine material, but it was covered in dust and looked a bit disheveled.

She lowered her head, seemingly afraid to look at him, her delicate chin almost buried in her chest.

However, despite her efforts to conceal it, Dai Chengfeng's sharp eyes recognized her at a glance—Ning Rongrong!

The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, that quirky and clever girl.

"Ning Rongrong? How could it be you?"

Upon hearing Dai Chengfeng's words, Ning Rongrong, who was clutching Dai Chengfeng's sleeve, looked up in disbelief.

When she saw Dai Chengfeng's face clearly, she froze. "Dai...Dai Chengfeng?"

Ning Rongrong quickly released Dai Chengfeng, her whole body like a startled rabbit, abruptly turning her head to the other side, leaving only the back of her head and her ears, which had instantly turned bright red, facing Dai Chengfeng.

"You...you've mistaken me for someone else...I'm not...I'm not Ning Rongrong."

Ning Rongrong answered in a deliberately muffled voice, even shrinking her body as if to cover up her mistake, as if this would make her disappear into thin air or make Dai Chengfeng believe that he had mistaken her for someone else.

Dai Chengfeng was taken aback at first, then a knowing look and a faint smile flashed across his eyes.

He immediately understood the girl's predicament.

The young lady of the prestigious Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the little princess of one of the three upper sects, has actually been reduced to begging on the road in front of the Spirit Hall. If this gets out, it will probably become a laughing stock in the spirit master world for the next year.

Her ostrich mentality at this moment is simply because she feels so ashamed that she wishes she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

For a moment, Dai Chengfeng found it amusing. As expected, she was still an innocent young girl, going out for the first time, and her wallet had been stolen.

He suddenly felt a surge of amusement, but without pointing it out, he stood there leisurely, arms crossed, his gaze lingering on Ning Rongrong's stiff back and her earlobes, which were almost red with embarrassment. He wanted to see how long this girl could keep up the act.

An eerie silence filled the air.

Only the morning breeze swept through the streets, stirring up fine dust.

Ning Rongrong could clearly feel the gaze behind her, calm yet carrying an invisible pressure that made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Time seemed to stretch out, and every second felt like torture.

Her heart was in turmoil, a mix of frustration, shame, and embarrassment: Why was she so unlucky to run into him?
He definitely recognized me!
What should we do? Should we run?

Running away would be even more embarrassing... and I'm really hungry...

In the end, Ning Rongrong's pitiful pretense completely collapsed under the dual blows of immense psychological pressure and physical hunger.

She turned around abruptly, her feigned pitiful expression replaced by a sense of resentment and despair. Her cheeks flushed red, and her glassy eyes glistened with tears, whether from anger or grievance, it was hard to tell.

"Alright, alright! What are you looking at! It's me! Ning Rongrong! What do you think?!"

"My wallet was stolen, I have no money for food, and I'm starving! Laugh if you want!"

Seeing her blustering yet cowardly demeanor, Dai Chengfeng finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Laugh! You actually laughed!" Ning Rongrong stomped her foot in anger.

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng finally suppressed his smile, but the smile in his eyes still lingered.

He shook his head. "Alright, Rongrong, the theft that happened in Wuhun City is due to the lapses in the security management of our Wuhun Hall. I'm sorry you were frightened."

Then, Dai Chengfeng naturally changed the subject, "Are you hungry?"

"Let's go, I'll take you to get something to eat first. There's a decent breakfast place nearby, the food is alright and the environment is quiet."

Ning Rongrong had prepared a whole host of rebuttals and self-deprecating remarks, but Dai Chengfeng's completely unconventional response shut her down.

She stared at him blankly, and seeing his calm expression and peaceful gaze, as if he really had no intention of making fun of her, the arrogance she had been putting on instantly dissipated.

Instead, a complex and indescribable emotion arose—a sense of relief, a touch of inexplicable grievance, and more than anything else…

The feeling of being saved.

She pursed her lips, lowered her head, and gave a soft "hmm" in a voice barely audible, which was her way of agreeing.

At this moment, filling my rumbling stomach is more important than saving face.

Dai Chengfeng said no more and turned to lead the way.

Ning Rongrong followed him obediently, like a little tail, a step behind him, occasionally stealing glances at his tall, straight back, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

The place Dai Chengfeng took her to wasn't a fancy restaurant, but a clean and tidy breakfast stall with steaming food.

At this time, early risers and residents were already having their meals here.

Dai Chengfeng was clearly a regular customer. The owner greeted him warmly, and he skillfully ordered several signature breakfast items.

The food was served quickly.

The enticing aroma instantly captivated Ning Rongrong's sense of smell.

She hadn't eaten all night and had been hungry and worried all night. Now that she saw the hot food, she didn't care about her ladylike image or sect etiquette at all.

"Rongrong, what brings you to Wuhun City?"

(End of this chapter)