Tang Lan's "Secret"! The Sniper Rifle Finally Arrived!

With the "Imperial Sword" behind him, Flender was full of confidence.

He cleared his throat and raised his voice—

"Either pack your things and get out now, or prove to me that you're determined to change."

Dai Mubai and the others stiffened inwardly!

Even the little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect got lectured like this by the Dean?

Wouldn't he be even less polite with them?

They immediately picked up their pace.

Seeing this, Flender secretly nodded.

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

However.

"Hah!" Ning Rongrong sneered. "I'm not leaving. What can you do to me, Flender?"

Flender did not get angry. He simply waved his hand.

"Mubai, go pack this Miss's luggage and throw it out of the academy."

"How dare you!" Ning Rongrong glared furiously. "In all my life, you're the first—or second—person who's dared treat me like this!"

Flender ignored her and instead glared at Dai Mubai.

"What are you waiting for? Go!"

Dai Mubai was miserable inside.

Why did he feel like some errand boy?

Still, he did not dare defy Flender and could only start walking away.

He even deliberately slowed down, giving Ning Rongrong a chance to admit her mistake.

But unexpectedly—

"Don't go!" Ning Rongrong shouted in frustration. "If you dare go, I'll have the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect put a bounty on you!"

Dai Mubai had a temper too.

He shot Ning Rongrong a disdainful glance, summoned his martial soul, and sprinted away at full speed!

Even Flender was stunned by that.

—He had only meant to scare Ning Rongrong. Why were you actually doing it?

But things had already reached this point, so it would not be appropriate to call him back.

He continued lecturing—

"No matter what kind of Miss from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect you are, here, you're nothing more than a Soul Grandmaster."

"Every person here is more talented than you."

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened, filled with defiance!

Her gaze swept across the group.

She selectively skipped over Tang Lan, Xiao Wu, Tang San, and Zhu Zhuqing—they were all higher level than her.

Her eyes drifted between Ma Hongjun and Oscar.

In the end,

she locked onto Oscar, who was also a Support Soul Master.

Pointing at him, she confidently said, "No matter what, I'm still better than this perverted uncle, right?"

Oscar: (●-●)

Perverted.

Uncle?

His desire to keep his distance from her became even more resolute.

This Miss was not someone he could afford to provoke.

"Oh?" Flender retorted. "Have you ever seen a Food-Type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power?"

The revelation hit Ning Rongrong like a depth charge and left her utterly dumbfounded!

Her first reaction was denial!

"Impossible!"

"How could an auxiliary-type martial soul have Innate Full Soul Power?"

Flender smiled.

As if he were laughing at Ning Rongrong's ignorance.

"Oscar is unprecedented."

"Given enough time, it may not be impossible for him to replace the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's position."

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened. She could not believe reality.

Suddenly.

Flender called out, "Xiao Lan, come out here."

Tang Lan blinked.

The gossip had somehow reached him?

He stepped out in confusion.

Flender said, "Take off all your weights."

Tang Lan immediately understood.

This was going to be a heavy blow for Ning Rongrong!

He took off one wrist guard and casually tossed it aside.

Bang—

The sound of something heavy hitting the ground startled everyone!

They looked toward the sound.

The wrist guard had embedded itself in the ground, leaving behind a small crater.

How heavy was that?

Bang—

The other wrist guard smashed another crater into the ground.

Bang—

Bang—

The two shoes flew off, leaving two more pits.

Boom—

That was the belt. Everyone could even feel the ground tremble slightly!

The most outrageous part was—

Tang Lan took off his outer robe, then removed the black vest underneath, revealing explosive muscles like steel and iron.

He casually tossed it away—

Rumble—

Even the nearby pebbles were jolted into the air!

Everyone sucked in a breath!

Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched in particular—this little brat had still been wearing weights when he fought him yesterday?

Can anyone understand how that felt? He was looking down on a Soul Saint way too much!

And yet,

Zhao Wuji had been the one at a disadvantage!

Even Flender was startled.

He could tell these were weights, but he had not known they were this heavy!

"Xiao Lan, how much do all these weights weigh in total?" Flender asked.

"Two hundred jin for each wrist guard, four hundred jin for each shoe, eight hundred jin for the belt, and one thousand jin for the vest. Exactly three thousand jin," Tang Lan replied.

Everyone was utterly shocked!

Wait!

Tang Lan had still been wearing weights in the gravity zone just now?

Their minds buzzed as they refused to face reality.

A few seconds later,

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly looked at Xiao Wu, her gaze falling on her pink wrist guards.

"You..."

"I'm not as impressive as Brother." Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue. "All my weights combined are only nine hundred jin."

Tang San silently retreated behind the others. He was too embarrassed to mention his mere two hundred and fifty jin.

—After all, too much weight would stunt his growth.

"Ning Rongrong." Flender continued his lesson. "People stronger than you are working even harder than you."

"What right do you have to be proud?"

"Among everyone here, you—"

"Are the worst!"

Ning Rongrong felt as if she had suffered a crushing blow!

When had the little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ever been treated like this?

Yet she had no way to refute him, and the grievance in her heart was unbearable.

Thinking of what had happened last night, sorrow suddenly overwhelmed her—

She shot Tang Lan a vicious glare!

"I hate you!"

She turned and ran away, several teardrops falling through the air and shattering against the ground.

Tang Lan was left utterly confused.

Why did she hate me?

Flender was the one lecturing you!

As someone experienced, Flender did notice something.

"Xiao Lan, go tell Mubai to come back. Don't pack Rongrong's luggage anymore."

"Then go comfort Rongrong."

Tang Lan slowly raised a question mark.

Dean, what are you doing?

Still, he nodded and put all his weights back on.

He spread out his Blue Silver Domain and used a spiritual connection to have the Blue Silver Grass relay the message.

—Dai Mubai carried one of his Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor seeds, so he could receive the message.

At the same time, he reassured Xiao Wu. "I'll be right back. Don't worry."

Then he headed straight after Ning Rongrong.

Flender let out a breath. This hurdle had finally been overcome.

When he turned back, he saw Ma Hongjun still lagging behind the group.

His face darkened!

"Ma Hongjun! If you can't run, your teacher will personally supervise you!"

"Ahhh! I was wrong!!!"

Ning Rongrong hid in a tree, crying her eyes out.

She felt horribly wronged.

—She had never felt this wronged in her entire life!

Even as she cried, she cursed furiously.

"When I get back, I'll have Father buy this lousy school!"

"That Dai Mubai, I'll have Bone Grandfather hang him up and whip him!"

"And that hateful Tang Lan, I'll have Sword Grandfather capture him and make him play that roulette game too!"

Tang Lan clicked his tongue in amazement as he listened.

"Even now, you're still throwing around your Miss's temper?"

The moment he spoke,

Ning Rongrong startled so badly that she sprang up and fell from the tree.

Tang Lan flicked out a strand of Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor and wrapped it around her, pulling her back.

"Let me go!" Ning Rongrong struggled. "I don't need you."

Splat—

Ning Rongrong fell to the ground, her head buzzing.

—That bastard had really let go of her?

She had only said it in anger!

He really did not indulge her at all.

Tang Lan jumped down from the branch and crouched before Ning Rongrong.

"Can't you tell? Without your father's approval, would the Dean dare treat you like this?"

"If you go back and make a fuss now, you'll only disappoint your father."

Ning Rongrong might have been spoiled and willful, but she was quick-witted.

Once he pointed it out, she understood.

"Even Dad thinks my personality is awful?"

"What else did you expect?" Tang Lan said irritably. "Would you want your own daughter to be spoiled, willful, disrespectful toward her elders, and hanging people up at the slightest disagreement?"

Ning Rongrong fell silent.

Tang Lan continued his barrage—what comfort? He needed Ning Rongrong to see herself clearly!

"You've never had a friend you could truly speak your heart to, have you?"

"Of course not. How could you possibly have friends?"

"Those guards protect you, and they would die for you because it is their duty. But ask them this: who would be willing to entrust their back to you?"

"People may be divided into ranks, but you're a Support Soul Master, and your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda does not possess any offensive power."

"When your father dies in the future and you inherit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you'll discover that you have no one you can trust."

"Can your Sword Grandfather and Bone Grandfather stay by your side for the rest of your life?"

"When you hold a high position then, where will you find companions willing to speak honestly with you?"

"You..."

"Do you want to spend your whole life alone?"

Sentence after sentence, word after word.

Like sharp blades, they pierced straight into Ning Rongrong's heart.

Just imagining the future Tang Lan described filled Ning Rongrong with lingering fear!

No!

She would rather die than have a future like that!

But the pride she had carried for so long kept her from lowering her head so readily.

For a moment, she stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

The host has made Ning Rongrong recognize her mistakes and gained her approval. Received the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Luck Amplification. Seized a moderate amount of Tang San's Luck!

Reward: "Mastery of individual shoulder-fired long-barreled firearms"!

Commonly known as: Rifle.

Its destructive power exceeds that of a Submachine Gun, with an effective range of 400 to 1,000 meters. It can also be fitted with a grenade launcher for firing rifle grenades.

The best part was this.

A Sniper Rifle was also called a sniper rifle!

The structure of a Sniper Rifle was basically identical to that of an ordinary Rifle.

The difference was that

Sniper Rifles were usually equipped with scopes for precision aiming.

Their barrels also underwent special processing; only with high accuracy could they snipe targets from long range.

Since the reward had arrived, it meant Ning Rongrong had already thought things through.

Tang Lan turned and left.

He gave her some space to reflect on herself.

Ning Rongrong raised her hand, but in the end, she could not bring herself to call out and stop him. She could only watch helplessly as Tang Lan walked away.

Back at the training field.

Tang Lan nodded to Flender in greeting and headed straight over to Zhao Wuji.

"What, brat? Trying to slack off?" Zhao Wuji teased.

Then—

He watched Tang Lan pull a forging station out of Blue King!

Then Tang Lan summoned the Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer and began hammering iron within the gravity field!

Zhao Wuji and Flender were both left dumbfounded.

They had personally experienced how heavy the Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer was.

With Gravity Amplification on top of that, it had to weigh over 5,000 jin, right?

And Tang Lan could still swing it!

Just how terrifying was this kid's strength?

Nearby,

Tang San was inspired as well and dashed over to Flender.

"Dean Flender, I want to use forging instead of running too, like Brother!"

Flender raised a brow!

Could it be—

Tang San's strength was just as freakish as Tang Lan's?

Yu Xiaogang hadn't mentioned it in his letter!

Still, he nodded in agreement.

Tang San immediately ran back to the dormitory and returned carrying a forging station.

He laboriously set it down beside Zhao Wuji, but he did not summon the Haotian Hammer.

—The Haotian Hammer consumed an enormous amount of Soul Power. He could not maintain it for long periods.

But even lifting an ordinary hundred-jin forging hammer was somewhat strenuous for Tang San.

He had no choice but to remove his weights before he could use the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer somewhat smoothly.

Clang—

Clang—

Clang—

The sound of hammering iron rang out without end.

Tang Lan's Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer came with flame attributes.

As he hammered, it also tempered the metal. Component after component took shape directly.

Its efficiency was astonishing.

He was not afraid of anyone stealing his techniques.

Although Tang San lacked flame attributes, the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer could still perform simple shaping.

It would save a great deal of time afterward.

However.

All Tang San hammered out were blocks of Thousand Refined Steel.

He was determined to guard against others.

There was nothing wrong with that, to begin with.

But when the two were placed side by side for comparison.

The difference in their breadth of vision was immediately apparent.

Though no one said anything, they all made their judgments inwardly.

The host has gained Shrek's substantial approval and seized a minor amount of Tang San's Luck!

Reward: "Soul Ring Age +100"!

The Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer in Tang Lan's hands swung a little faster.

At the same time,

He felt even more satisfied with his decision to insist on coming to Shrek.

Although Shrek did not have much in the way of facilities.

It did not have much of an impact on him or Xiao Wu.

As long as Tang Lan maintained his Pure Yang Body, his cultivation speed would naturally be extremely fast.

Xiao Wu was a transformed Soft Bone Rabbit and did not have high requirements for a simulated environment to begin with. Not to mention that she dual cultivated with Tang Lan every night.

This was an absolute steal!

This training session

Ultimately ended helplessly when Zhao Wuji's Soul Power ran dry.

Dai Mubai and the others lay limp on the ground, utterly without concern for appearances.

Oscar, whose constitution was the weakest, even fainted on the spot.

Meanwhile, Tang Lan

Still looked like he had not had enough.

Tempering the body within the gravity field was difficult, but it was also extremely comprehensive.

It could evenly work every muscle while also training the internal organs.

—In novels, this was the kind of service you had to pay for!

Tang Lan pondered it.

Maybe he should teach Zhao Wuji the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Even just the first three layers would be enough to help him recover his Soul Power faster.

Then he could last longer.

It was just that—

He could not simply give away a cultivation technique for free. He was not that selfless.

He needed to think about how to maximize his gains.

"Alright." Flender spoke up. "Let's stop today's training here. Teacher Shao has already prepared dinner. Rest for a while, then go eat."

He also helped Zhao Wuji away.

After a while,

Dai Mubai was the first to recover. He stared at Tang Lan with an odd expression.

"Xiao Lan, aren't you way too freakish?"

"Tell me about it." Tang San could not help complaining. "My hammer only weighs a hundred jin, while Brother's Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer weighs 2,000 jin!"

Good heavens!

Ma Hongjun jolted upright like a dying man rising from his grave, his eyes wide as saucers!

"Then with Teacher Zhao's Gravity Amplification, wouldn't it weigh more than 5,000 jin?"

A sense of powerlessness rose in everyone's hearts.

They could not compare. There was simply no comparison.

Xiao Wu looked proud, sharing in his glory.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flickered.

The way she looked at Tang Lan was gradually changing.

Admiring strength was a woman's nature.

Especially given the environment Zhu Zhuqing had grown up in, she had understood the law of the jungle since childhood.

Not to mention that she and Tang Lan had a "Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

At that moment,

Dai Mubai walked over and extended a hand toward Zhu Zhuqing.

"Zhuqing, let me help you to the cafeteria."