Assessment, the Unconscious Xiao Wu

Assessment, the Unconscious Xiao Wu

While Tang San was discussing strategies, he casually turned his head and spotted the two of them. Lu Mingchuan found it rather strange—every time he got near Tang San, Tang San somehow noticed him precisely.

Still, being noticed was good. It meant he could contribute Points more effectively. Countless thoughts raced through his mind, but his feet never stopped moving. The people around Tang San also noticed the absurdly overpowered configuration of this newcomer.

A flicker of delight passed through Ning Rongrong's eyes. If she could recruit this genius into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, her father would surely praise her. With that thought, she immediately acted on it.

"Hello, let's get acquainted. I'm Ning Rongrong. What's your name?" Ning Rongrong smiled warmly and extended her hand toward Lu Mingchuan. Honestly, Lu Mingchuan felt that aside from her decent looks, Ning Rongrong did not have a single redeeming quality. Arrogant, conceited, spoiled, prideful—she was full of flaws.

She was basically an oversized brat, Plus version. In every way, Huang Quan crushed her. If not for the Points, he would not have wanted anything to do with her. While he was still thinking, his body reacted on its own.

"My name is Lu Mingchuan." He tossed out that indifferent reply and said nothing more. Ning Rongrong's outstretched hand froze awkwardly in midair. Seeing his cold expression, a trace of anger suddenly rose in her heart.

She was the young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. With two Titled Douluo grandfathers protecting her, who would dare treat her like this? Yet today, by sheer coincidence, she had run into Lu Mingchuan. After all, Lu Mingchuan had Huang Quan behind him.

Forget her two Titled Douluo grandfathers—another two would not be enough for Huang Quan to cut down with a single slash, even though nearly all of Huang Quan's strength was currently sealed.

"Are you here for the entrance test too?" Though she was furious inside, Ning Rongrong did not show it. Instead, she continued speaking to him with a radiant smile. That was only normal. This was not a novel; everyone had brains.

Just by looking at Lu Mingchuan's soul ring configuration, anyone could tell that he would at least become a level-98 Peak Douluo in the future. Ning Rongrong, the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master, understood that even more clearly. She had merely been spoiled into a little fairy, not turned brainless. She could still figure out something this basic.

"No." Lu Mingchuan came back to himself and shook his head. Then he took Huang Quan's little hand and began kneading it. Seeing Lu Mingchuan practically radiating rejection, Ning Rongrong grew even angrier. She looked Huang Quan over, then lowered her head to look at herself. Gritting her teeth, she returned to the group.

Lu Mingchuan noticed her whole series of movements but did not care. People generally lacked self-awareness. The difference between them was clearly that of a bun and a watermelon, and that was not the only gap. In practically every aspect, Huang Quan left her several planets behind.

He truly did not know what there was to compare between a primitive human and a Singer...

After sensing Ning Rongrong return to the group, Zhao Wuji, who was sitting in a chair nearby, opened his eyes. "You two are here for the assessment too? Perfect, it hasn't started yet. You can join them."

Zhao Wuji's manner amused Lu Mingchuan. Leaving Huang Quan aside, although he was only level 45 right now, that did not mean he could not beat Zhao Wuji. Being level 45 did not mean he was inferior to level 76. With that thought, he agreed at once.

The short, sharp-tongued Zhao Wuji had no idea how deeply he would regret those words later.

Tang San, standing amid the crowd, watched Lu Mingchuan with flickering eyes. Dai Mubai could not force out your full strength, but could a level-76 Soul Sage not do it?

But Tang San could never have imagined that Zhao Wuji truly could not force it out, because this was Brother G, who stood above him.

Although he had readily agreed, Lu Mingchuan did not walk over to join the crowd. If they actually fought, this group would only drag him down. Besides, he had no interest in having much to do with his chives.

He might as well cherish the time he had to cuddle with Huang Quan. As he thought this, his grip on Huang Quan's hand tightened. Sensing it, Huang Quan interlocked her fingers with his.

A certain pink young lady in the System Space was so jealous at the sight that she was biting a handkerchief, yet she did not even know whom to envy. Should she envy Lu Mingchuan for being able to cuddle with a beautiful girl? She wanted to cuddle with Lu Mingchuan too. Or should she envy the beautiful girl for being able to cuddle with Lu Mingchuan? She also wanted to cuddle with the beautiful girl.

At this point, the crystal fragments had reached (6/10). Over the years, Lu Mingchuan had spent most of the Points he earned on buying fragments. With six fragments, she could remain awake most of the time, though only her consciousness had awakened. She still could not affect reality.

Watching the two of them cuddle every day while being unable to join in was torture for her, yet she never tired of it. For her weakened self, this was her only source of entertainment.

Leaving aside the pink figure sour with jealousy, the stick of incense on the field had already burned out amid the protagonist group's discussion and Lu Mingchuan and Huang Quan's cuddling. Then, a figure slowly rose from the chair.

"Little monsters, have you finished discussing things?" Zhao Wuji stood up again, clasped his hands together, and flexed his wrists. A string of bone-cracking pops rang out, making everyone's teeth ache as the invisible pressure intensified.

With a squeeze of his hand, another stick of incense appeared in his palm. Before he could light it, Ning Rongrong had already made her move.

After summoning her martial soul and buffing everyone, she walked to the side and waited for them to bring her the fruits of victory.

Feeling the power surge through their bodies after being enhanced, everyone was secretly astonished—everyone except Lu Mingchuan and Huang Quan. Huang Quan stepped back a little, while Lu Mingchuan took out his long-retired Steel Wheel Bow from the System Space. Watching Zhao Wuji rush toward them, he casually fired a few arrows to slack off.

Obviously, those arrows did not cause much damage. After all, he had not even used as much force as he had when fighting the Monkey King. Just like in the original story, Zhao Wuji's target was still Ning Rongrong. The difference was that most of Tang San's attention this time was on Lu Mingchuan.

So, unlike in the original story, he did not save Ning Rongrong. Instead, at the critical moment, a black shadow flashed past and rescued her. Ning Rongrong focused her eyes and saw that it was the cold young woman from earlier—Zhu Zhuqing.

After setting Ning Rongrong down, Zhu Zhuqing swiftly sprang up and charged toward Zhao Wuji, joining Lu Mingchuan in harassing him. Meanwhile, whenever Xiao Wu, that Rogue Rabbit, fought, she became so absorbed that she nearly forgot herself. She did not even care whether there might be a Soul Douluo-level soul master lurking in the shadows.

She took on most of Zhao Wuji's aggro herself, which suited Lu Mingchuan just fine. But for some reason, Xiao Wu suddenly used her Charm Soul Skill on Zhao Wuji, a level-76 Soul Sage. The result was obvious—she suffered the backlash and fainted on the spot.

Looking at Xiao Wu, who seemed like she was trying to scam him, Zhao Wuji was baffled. This girl was as nimble as a rabbit. He had not even had a chance to hit her, so how had she used a soul skill and knocked herself unconscious? Though that was the truth, Tang San behind them did not see it that way.