Tang San's Baffling Outburst

That day, the breeze was gentle and the sun shone brightly. The cool autumn wind swept away the lingering heat of midsummer, and a crisp, refreshing sensation washed over the entire body in an instant.

Jiang Qin still had a blade of grass between his teeth as he watched the fight on the training ground ahead, bored out of his mind.

Seven people were joining forces against a sturdily built middle-aged man, who was having a rather rough time dealing with them.

Jiang Qin was an auxiliary Soul Master, and since he was at Shrek Academy, he was not particularly valued, so he had not taken part.

Flender merely treated him as a tool.

Then, when Xiao Wu was injured, Tang San instantly went berserk.

"His eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like an ox!"

A dazzling barrage of Hidden Weapons flew at Zhao Wuji, leaving him scrambling to defend himself. Unable to truly hurt them, he soon suffered defeat, just as he had in the original story.

Zhao Wuji was now covered in wounds. If not for his thick skin and tough flesh, as well as his Great Strength Vajra Bear Martial Soul, he might have fallen at Tang San's hands.

He was panting heavily as he laboriously beckoned to Jiang Qin.

Jiang Qin smiled in acknowledgment and walked over.

Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief. "Little Qin, quick, give your teacher a recovery pill. I really underestimated them today."

As he spoke, he shot Tang San a meaningful glance.

Tang San noticed and looked proud, straightening his back as though wounding someone with Hidden Weapons were a glorious achievement. He even chuckled a couple of times.

Xiao Wu frowned and gently tugged at the hem of Tang San's clothing, signaling for him to rein in his expression.

Tang San impatiently pushed Xiao Wu's hand away and ignored her look. He remained full of pride, a self-satisfied expression on his face.

Jiang Qin took it all in without a word, then brought out his Martial Soul, the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

As Jiang Qin channeled his Soul Power, his eyes instantly turned golden, and his hair rose gently. His entire bearing changed in an instant, becoming extraordinarily mystical.

With Jiang Qin's movements, six or seven rays of golden light immediately shot out of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, which was covered in ancient, intricate inscriptions.

Jiang Qin then took out several pills of different colors, all giving off a strange, rich fragrance.

Jiang Qin selected a pill that glowed green and handed it to Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji immediately swallowed it. Almost instantly, the wounds Tang San had inflicted on him began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Wuji nodded in satisfaction, his eyes filled with relief.

Ning Rongrong looked astonished. She had never seen such a powerful auxiliary Soul Master. Could that tiny green pill really have such an effect?

And... he was so handsome, too.

Zhu Zhuqing also looked surprised, as though she had never seen such a wondrous Soul Master either.

Xiao Wu's gaze shot over as well.

In an instant, Jiang Qin became the focus of everyone present.

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily. "I haven't introduced him to everyone yet. This is Jiang Qin, another one of your classmates. His Martial Soul is the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and his pills have earned widespread praise!"

Jiang Qin offered a gentle smile at just the right moment, warm and full of approachability.

Tang San, however, frowned inwardly. He was clearly supposed to be the star of the day. He had contributed the most in the fight against Zhao Wuji, even managing to wound him.

By rights, everyone should have been focused on him! Then he could have put on an air of perfect composure and shown off in style.

But...

Why wasn't this going according to the script?!

Tang San could not help casting Jiang Qin a sinister look.

This brat stole my thunder. He already has a way to die!

Jiang Qin instead opened his palm, walked up to the others, and handed out the pills.

Dai Mubai accepted one without ceremony, and the fatty, Ma Hongjun, did not hesitate to snatch the second.

Oscar followed close behind, accepting a pill while staring unabashedly at Ning Rongrong across from him.

The three of them seemed accustomed to this.

Ning Rongrong frowned and discreetly fastened the button at her collar. This boy with a pair of peach blossom eyes had repeatedly pestered her over the past two days, and she was growing a little impatient.

After the remaining people accepted theirs, gratitude appeared in their eyes.

After Ning Rongrong swallowed hers, she immediately felt that the Soul Power she had just expended had been completely replenished, and a trace of warmth spread through her body.

It felt so comfortable that she even closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly. A fine sheen of sweat appeared at her temples, while the two soft mounds on her chest rose and fell, a truly magnificent sight.

The healing effect is so good, and his Martial Soul is so unusual. Who exactly is he? Ning Rongrong grew even more curious and opened her eyes to look at him.

Zhu Zhuqing's cool, aloof face was also covered in a rosy flush, and her body felt indescribably comfortable and warm.

All her wounds healed almost instantly, and even her Soul Power showed faint signs of increasing.

A trace of warmth seemed to appear in her icy eyes as well, but her aloof nature kept her from voicing her thanks. She merely cupped her hands slightly.

Jiang Qin took all of this in, beaming as he nodded in response.

Xiao Wu stepped forward, her little face flushed. Seemingly intent on defending Tang San, she said, "Jiang Qin, thank you for helping Third Brother and me. My injuries feel completely healed."

"It's nothing. We're all classmates, so helping each other is only right. If you get hurt or anything in the future, just tell me." Jiang Qin waved a hand magnanimously.

Xiao Wu nodded gratefully, her favorable impression of Jiang Qin growing a little stronger. Wait, why say it grew stronger?

At the same time, she glanced at Tang San, hoping her words could help him save a little face and improve everyone's impression of him.

After all, he had wounded Zhao Wuji with Hidden Weapons as soon as he arrived and had been so arrogant about it. That really was not very good.

Who would have thought those words would act like a fuse? Tang San exploded on the spot!

Tang San strode forward aggressively, his expression sinister. Pointing at Jiang Qin, he said, "What's so great about you? Aren't you just an auxiliary Soul Master?"

He had disliked Jiang Qin ever since Jiang Qin stole his thunder, and now Xiao Wu had thanked Jiang Qin on his behalf. This was utterly outrageous!

Didn't that make it look like he, Tang San, was backing down the moment he arrived? How was he supposed to show off or establish his persona in the future?!

And all of this had been caused by Jiang Qin, standing right in front of him, so he pointed the spearhead straight at Jiang Qin without hesitation!

In his imagination, once he pointed his finger, everyone would surely rise up and attack Jiang Qin together. After all, Jiang Qin had stolen everyone's thunder.

He could not help feeling pleased with himself, smug about his clever scheme.

To his surprise, everyone frowned inwardly at his words. Oscar and Ning Rongrong, in particular, looked decidedly displeased.

Jiang Qin was dumbfounded. He had no idea how he had offended God King Tang. He had not even said a single word to him yet!

Could that pull mobs too? Bah, could that draw aggro too?

He really could not make sense of Tang San's train of thought, but he had no intention of trying. His gentle smile vanished, replaced by a look of scorn and contempt.

He looked down on auxiliary Soul Masters? Why didn't he take a look at how many auxiliary Soul Masters were present!