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Regarding Zhongli's request to borrow the library, Meng Shenji and the other two didn't hesitate for even a second before agreeing.
For a titled Douluo like Zhongli to use their library was an honor for the Heaven Dou Royal Academy!
If it could strengthen Zhongli's sense of belonging to the Heaven Dou Empire, then forget just borrowing the library—they'd happily copy all the knowledge for him if he wanted!
The Heaven Dou Royal Academy's library was vast, with books meticulously categorized.
But almost no one actually read them.
The students were all descendants of nobles or heirs to major clans and sects—each had their own inherited knowledge. They didn't need the academy's resources.
All they had to do was study their family's teachings, and that was enough.
The academy's library was more like a decoration.
Only a few particularly diligent teachers might occasionally flip through its contents.
The Heaven Dou Empire's history stretched back ten thousand years, and while its collected knowledge wasn't quite as comprehensive as the Spirit Hall's, the gap wasn't huge.
At most, some details were less refined.
Four had arrived, but only three left.
The moment they stepped out of the academy, Paimon couldn't hold back her complaints.
"Ugh! This academy is terrifying! Only one day off a month?!"
Yes—standard for advanced soul master academies.
Students weren't allowed to roam freely outside.
Well, aside from that one rest day, they could leave during free periods.
But Heaven Dou Royal Academy's management wasn't that strict—most students were nobles.
Locking them up for a full month would drive them insane!
But for a prodigy like Chiyu, who knew nothing, the three committee members were in complete agreement.
Rest?
Only trash needs rest!
Only useless people take breaks!
What's there to rest for?!
Chiyu needed to catch up—to cram all the foundational, intermediate, and advanced soul master theory she'd missed.
Plus combat training, cultivation, simulated environment practice…
With a schedule that packed, where would there be time for rest?!
"Little Paimon, it's Chiyu who only gets one rest day—not everyone."
"Snow Qinghe's" expression was complicated.
A girl like Chiyu, who knew nothing, yet was this monstrous…
Something had to be wrong here!
"Sigh…"
"Little Chiyu… she's so pitiful!"
Paimon shuddered, speaking without thinking.
Zhongli and "Snow Qinghe" didn't know how to respond.
Logically, Chiyu's treatment was something countless young soul masters would kill for.
What aspiring soul master wouldn't want guidance from top-tier experts?
Unlimited cultivation resources, open access to everything!
Under such conditions, even one rest day a year would be acceptable to many.
Endure hardship to… endure even more hardship later…
"If Paimon were locked up like that for a month, she'd go crazy!"
Paimon trembled at the mere thought.
The idea alone was horrifying.
"Don't worry. Once Chiyu finishes her remedial studies, she'll probably have the same schedule as regular students…"
"Snow Qinghe" trailed off uncertainly. "Probably."
Prodigies never got the same treatment as others.
With a talent like Chiyu, the three committee members would never let her slack off like a normal student.
News of Chiyu's enrollment spread through the major factions of Heaven Dou City swiftly.
The shock was too immense—even the most foolish young nobles knew to report it back home.
Fifteen and a half years old, not even sixteen—yet a 48th-ranked Soul Ancestor!
And that wasn't even the craziest part—two purple, two black soul rings!
Something this terrifying had to be relayed immediately…
"Grandson, you're not too bad-looking. If you could marry this girl…"
"Grandfather, she's His Excellency Zhongli's maid!"
It wasn't that he looked down on her status—for a prodigy like this, her past didn't matter!
Marrying her? Of course he wanted to!
Even ignoring her strength, her beauty alone made it worth it.
But…
The old man fell silent.
"Then build a good relationship with her. Never treat her as some lowly maid—respect her like you would your grandmother!"
After a long pause, the elder finally spoke.
(It was just an analogy—he definitely didn't mean it that way.)
The young man nodded frantically.
Even without considering Zhongli and the Crown Prince, the three committee members' attitudes alone were enough to erase any improper thoughts.
If those three were willing to fight over Chiyu, dealing with a few nobles would be child's play for them.
When Prince Xue Xing received the news, he froze.
Cat girl. Chiyu. Zhongli?
Wasn't this the same girl from the auction house?
48th-ranked Soul Ancestor?!
Two purple, two black?!
The moment he realized, Prince Xue Xing nearly passed out.
What… what had he just missed out on?!
If he'd known Chiyu had this potential, he'd never have let her go!
This cat girl had the makings of a Titled Douluo!
Had he brought her back and treated her well, in a few decades, the Heaven Dou Empire would've gained a powerful elder—a Titled Douluo loyal to the empire!
And if he'd also arranged for her to marry Xue Beng…
"Pfft—!"
Fury and regret surged through him—Prince Xue Xing vomited blood on the spot.
Pain. Such pain!
To think he'd let a prodigy like this slip through his fingers!
SLAP!
He struck his own face—but what good would regret do now?
Go demand her back?
That would directly offend a Titled Douluo with twin martial souls!
Chiyu was the future—but Zhongli was the present!
Pain. Too much pain.
Prince Xue Xing's face contorted in agony!
Yet there was nothing he could do—that was the most painful part.
After all, even Dugu Bo—a fellow Titled Douluo—had personally warned him:
"You'd rather offend the Spirit Hall's Pope than Zhongli!"
That was why Xue Xing had backed down so quickly at the auction.
He didn't fully understand Dugu Bo's reasoning—but he trusted it.
Meanwhile, at the Seven Treasures Mountain—headquarters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong exchanged glances.
Especially Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin—the two locked eyes, silent.
After all, they'd been at that auction. Ning Fengzhi had even participated in the bidding!
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was in a precarious state—once Chen Xin and Gu Rong passed, its decline would be inevitable.
That was why they were scouring the world for geniuses to invest in.
And now, a girl with Titled Douluo potential—no, beyond that…
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