Tang San: I Won't Eat Food Handed Out in Contempt

Hearing this, everyone nodded. They all knew this was no time to needle Tang San, and they prepared to act according to Zhao Wuji's arrangements.

Even Ma Hongjun put away his grinning expression and stopped egging the others on, preparing to go protect Oscar.

Jiang Qin had prepared the pills ten minutes ago. At this moment, a misty green light glowed in his palm, enough to tell anyone at a glance that they were no ordinary items.

He walked over and held out five pills to Tang San at once.

But Tang San did something none of them had expected.

He knocked the superb pills flying with one swipe, forced himself upright, and, heedless of his injuries, said through gritted teeth:

"Save your phony kindness for someone else!"

"You just want to hand me charity, don't you? So I'll thank you and bow and scrape before you!"

"I'm telling you, no way!"

"Even if I, Tang San, die of illness or exhaustion, I'll never take a single one of your pills, Jiang Qin!"

His resolute words left everyone dumbfounded.

Seriously, what the hell? Jiang Qin had kindly tried to save him. It was one thing not to appreciate it, but he was even giving Jiang Qin the cold shoulder in public?

Wasn't he an ungrateful wretch?

Xiao Wu had been beside Tang San, ready to look after him at any moment. Now her eyes slowly filled with shock as she said:

"Brother, what are you saying?!"

"Why are you accusing Jiang Qin like that!?"

"What did he ever do to you?"

Ma Hongjun stopped in his tracks and sneered, "Some beasts can never be tamed. Even a dog will wag its tail for you, but certain people aren't even as good as a dog!"

Ning Rongrong was even harsher. "Don't call him a beast. If you ask me, certain people aren't even fit to be called beasts!"

Tang San's face turned livid. He hadn't expected everyone to take Jiang Qin's side, and however unwilling he was, he had no choice but to shut his mouth.

Zhao Wuji was even angrier. He seized Tang San by the collar and hoisted him up like a little chick.

"Tang San, are you even human? I'm asking you, are you human or not?!"

Without waiting for an answer, Zhao Wuji pointed at the pills Tang San had knocked away, which were still giving off a misty green glow.

"Do you know what kind of pills these are, brat? Do you know how much they're worth?"

"Those are Foundation-Fortifying Soul-Restoring Pills! Jiang Qin can only produce one a month at most! Forget about you-even when I ask him for one, he doesn't readily give it to me!"

"Go ask around at the Soto Auction House, brat. Which one of them would sell for less than fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins?!"

"You son of a bitch, you turned around and bit the hand that fed you, accusing Jiang Qin? Are you human?"

"Don't think I'm afraid of you because of who your old man is. I'm telling you, push me too far and I'll beat you to death!"

Zhao Wuji was furious. His tower-like body stood tall, muscles knotting all over him, as if he might slap Tang San to death the next moment.

Isn't he just relying on his old man being a Titled Douluo? What's so great about that? Aren't you still just a Soul Grandmaster, brat??

At worst, I'll slap you to death and go on the run. I'm alone anyway, and I don't believe you, Tang Hao, can find me!

Zhao Wuji really did have some killing intent now. He had never met such a shameless scoundrel!

Tang San's face turned ashen with fright, and his whole body trembled. His experience from two lifetimes told him clearly that Zhao Wuji wasn't joking—he really did intend to kill him!

But Jiang Qin spoke up, his gaze clear. "Teacher, he's not worth dirtying your hands over. If Tang San doesn't want the pills, forget it. A melon twisted off the vine by force won't be sweet."

"Besides, if he won't take my pills, there are plenty of people eager to get their hands on them."

Jiang Qin's expression was calm, as if Tang San hadn't angered him at all.

His gaze was as still as an ancient well as he looked at Tang San, but it held deep contempt.

He didn't regard Tang San as an opponent at all. Tang San's behavior had helped him instead.

He looked at Xiao Wu, who happened to be looking at him too, her eyes full of guilt.

A smile curved Jiang Qin's lips, and he turned and walked away.

Ma Hongjun hurried over, snatched the pills into his own hands, and waved them at Tang San. "Hehe, Tang San, if you don't want them, I'll gladly take them all!"

Dai Mubai was a little envious too. He knew what those pills were worth. "Don't you dare, fatty! Anyone who sees them gets half!"

They then started squabbling as if no one else were there.

Zhao Wuji slammed Tang San to the ground. His anger had yet to fade, and he snorted coldly. "If Jiang Qin hadn't decided not to hold it against you and pleaded for you, I definitely wouldn't have let you off lightly!"

Xiao Wu gently nudged Tang San's shoulder twice with her little hand. "Brother, just apologize to Jiang Qin."

Tang San's expression was bleak, and there was some puzzlement in his eyes as he looked at Jiang Qin. His hand trembled slightly; without knowing when, he had clenched it until it turned white.

The situation is stronger than I am. Do I really have to apologize?

But proud as I am, how could I bring myself to say it?

He hated Jiang Qin from the bottom of his heart, hated how Jiang Qin had stolen his thunder at every turn from the very beginning.

He had contributed the most in the fight against Zhao Wuji. It should have been his stage, where he could silently enjoy everyone's admiration and praise.

But Jiang Qin had appeared out of nowhere and stolen everyone's attention with a few pills.

After that, whenever Tang San tried to show what he could do, Jiang Qin was always there to oppose him. Every attempt had ended in failure, and every time he had lost face.

Now he was being asked to apologize, and Tang San simply couldn't bring himself to swallow his pride.

In the end, he sat back down and began using the Mysterious Heaven Skill to quietly heal his injuries.

Seeing that Tang San had ultimately done nothing and chosen to sit back down, Xiao Wu's hope turned to deep disappointment. She stopped standing guard beside him and jumped onto a nearby tree on the pretext of keeping watch.

Oscar had originally felt some gratitude toward Tang San, but now he realized Tang San had only helped him fight the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent out of spite toward Jiang Qin. With all the trouble Tang San had caused again and again, Oscar put aside his gratitude and watched the fun instead.

When even Xiao Wu had left, Oscar knew there was no more fun to watch. A little disappointed, he drew his knife and walked over to the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent.

The great serpent was already at death's door, its breath hanging by a thread. It was about to breathe its last.

Oscar could hardly contain his excitement. Once he killed it, he would have his third Soul Ring!

He raised the knife high and was just about to bring it down for the kill when an uninvited voice rang out:

"You there, brat, stop!"

The sharp shout interrupted Oscar and drew everyone's attention.

They saw two figures, one old and one young, emerge from nearby.

That was right, they were Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran, who had appeared in the original plot!

Facing everyone's gazes, Chao Tianxiang showed no fear. There was even a hint of a smile on her lips. She saw at a glance who was truly in charge and spoke directly to Zhao Wuji.

"Sorry, but this Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent is the Soul Ring I prepared for my granddaughter. That brat cannot kill it!!"

Her words seemed polite, but her tone was overbearing and tyrannical!