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This reversal is quite amusing.
Zhu Zhuqing, despite her professional training that usually suppressed laughter, couldn't contain herself and burst out laughing.
She knew it wasn't appropriate, but the laughter bubbled up uncontrollably.
Even Tang San and Xiao Wu couldn't help the twitching of their lips, though they tried to conjure up sad memories to maintain composure.
"Your Excellency," Tang San began, adopting a righteous tone, "isn't bullying a young girl like this a bit excessive? She's just a child. Are you planning to extort her while her guardians are away?" He saw this as an opportune moment to ingratiate himself with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
"That's right!" Xiao Wu chimed in. "It's just a plain steamed bun! Two copper soul coins is the price, yet you dare to demand two hundred gold soul coins? You're nothing but a robber!"
Is this truly about the money?
Xiao Wu's lack of insight was understandable, but Lu Xian doubted Tang San, with his mature mind, was so oblivious. He was clearly feigning ignorance.
He's still a child, yet he speaks such words. Truly a classic!
"Tang San, you're a Spirit Master! Help me teach him a lesson, and you'll be a friend of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect from this day forward!" Ning Rongrong declared, her confidence bolstered by Tang San's intervention.
The scene felt strangely familiar to Lu Xian. Where had he encountered this before?
Ah!
It was that charlatan!
The beginning was exactly the same.
"I once had a friend who acted like you, constantly switching between soft and hard tactics."
Ning Rongrong frowned. "So what?"
"Later, he died. His death was particularly gruesome." A chilling smile played on Lu Xian's lips as he considered whether to unleash his third spirit skill as a tribute to that dark memory.
Using that skill would signify a deadly confrontation with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. He had some reservations, given the sect's immense size and wealth. A direct conflict could be troublesome. He himself wasn't afraid, but the kitten might be in danger.
"You actually intend to kill someone!" Tang San exclaimed, stepping protectively in front of Ning Rongrong. Two yellow spirit rings materialized beneath his feet, and a length of deep blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm. He declared righteously, "With me, Tang San, here today, you won't succeed!"
Tang San wasn't intimidated by a young man who appeared to be his age but possessed three spirit rings.
He had numerous unique skills from the Tang Sect, combat experience from his previous life, and the advantage of hidden weapons. Even against a Spirit Master of a higher level, he was confident in his ability to hold his own.
Furthermore, this young man might not even be a true genius Spirit Master.
Could he win?
Tang San casually analyzed the situation.
Victory is assured.
With his skills, he could definitely end the battle within three breaths.
This was the perfect opportunity to build a relationship with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and lay the groundwork for future hidden weapon transactions.
"Third brother, teach him a lesson!" Xiao Wu shouted, eager for chaos.
Ning Rongrong, hidden behind Tang San, proudly raised her chin and snorted. This was the power of her Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
Lu Xian was so incensed he laughed. He walked slowly towards Tang San. "It takes strength to be a hero and save a damsel. The price of the plain steamed bun has now increased again. Four hundred gold soul coins. I can pretend none of this happened."
"You wish! I won't give you a single copper soul coin today!" Ning Rongrong retorted, unafraid with Tang San in front of her.
"It seems there's no point in talking..."
The small hut offered little space. As three platinum spirit rings ascended from beneath his feet, Lu Xian's expression turned icy. The figure that had been slowly approaching the trio seemed to accelerate in an instant. He lunged forward and appeared before Tang San in a blink, delivering a sharp slap to his face.
"So fast!"
Tang San's pupils constricted. He didn't even have time to process how a Spirit Master with three white rings could move with such speed. His fighting instincts took over, and he instinctively raised his arm to shield his face.
Bang!
A muffled thud echoed.
Tang San felt as if his bones were screaming in protest. The immense force from the blow sent his arm crashing into his head.
A figure flew out of the hut's only broken door and slammed into the muddy puddle outside. Yellowish-brown water splashed, instantly coating Tang San from head to toe.
It indeed didn't take three breaths; he was incapacitated in a single slap.
"Such grand pronouncements."
"And that's the result?"
Lu Xian sneered, utterly unimpressed.
"Third brother!" Xiao Wu's shocked expression quickly morphed into fury as she regained her senses. She took two quick steps forward, leaped into the air, and her legs snaked around Lu Xian's neck.
Lu Xian remained unfazed. He swiftly reached up and grabbed one of her legs. With a sharp turn, he swung Xiao Wu through the air. With a whoosh, she was flung out of the open doorway like a cannonball.
Tang San, shaking his head and just managing to stand, was struck by the flying figure and sent tumbling backward once more. Both of them became rolling balls of mud in the mire.
There's no room for gentleness and consideration with such individuals.
"Now, you're the only one left. What do you think I should do with you? Hehehe..."
Lu Xian's eerie laughter made Ning Rongrong shrink back. She retreated in fear until her back pressed against the leaky wooden wall.
Watching Lu Xian approach step by step, her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and a film of tears welled up in her eyes.
"I... I'll give you money, please don't catch me and sell me..."
Lu Xian paused, raising an eyebrow at the purse she timidly offered. "The price has increased again. Eight hundred gold soul coins."
Ning Rongrong made a pained expression and quickly retrieved a larger purse from her storage soul tool. Lu Xian took it and weighed it in his hand, not bothering to check if the amount was correct, and tossed it into his ring. For him, the money was more than enough.
He actually had a rather good temper. Had Ning Rongrong approached the situation reasonably, he wouldn't have treated her this way. This kind of arrogant girl simply needed a bit of discipline, and this outcome was sufficient.
The creepy smile vanished from his face, and just as he was about to speak, a sharp whistling sound cut through the rain outside the door. Lu Xian casually tilted his head and saw an inch-long steel needle flash past his eyes, instantly embedding itself in the wooden wall.
Hidden weapon?
Lu Xian turned his gaze towards the rain-swept darkness and saw a figure coated in yellow mud. The figure's hand was still raised in the throwing posture, and his eyes blazed with murderous intent.
"Daring to attack Xiao Wu, you have chosen death!"
Tang San roared in anger, his hand reaching for the Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night at his waist, intending to unleash a barrage of hidden weapons to end Lu Xian's life.
However, the next moment,
"Ah Shit!"
Four words escaped the hut. Tang San froze, his eyes widening in disbelief, and something seemed to involuntarily erupt from his mouth.
Then, an odor so potent it almost made him faint assaulted his senses. The smell was truly overwhelming!
Yue——
Please give me a monthly ticket!
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