Ning Rongrong Wants to Kill Someone? Tricking Tang San into Taking a Disciple!

--Patch--

Thanks to "Gacestella" for the reminder: apes don't have tails.

The External Soul Bone "Titan Giant Ape Tail Bone" has been changed to "Ice Jade Scorpion Tail."

Soul Bone Skill—Flame Freeze Poison Needle!

Condense the Ultimate Ice of the Ice Jade Scorpion Tail and collide it with the "Ultimate Fire" of Nine Yang Divine Skill Inner Force, unleashing tremendous thrust to fire the Ice Jade Scorpion Tail, shattering all defenses by piercing through a single point!

While piercing the enemy's body, inject the violent Ultimate Ice and Ultimate Fire into their body and detonate them.

A guaranteed kill in one strike!

That's all.

When Tang Lan arrived at the cafeteria, it was rather lively inside.

He could hear Ning Rongrong shouting from far away.

"Don't hold me back!"

"I'm going to kill this bastard!"

"How dare he hit me! Who the hell does Dai Mubai think he is?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

First Soul Skill—White Tiger Barrier!

Oh?

Why were Ning Rongrong and Dai Mubai fighting again?

Tang Lan quickened his pace and entered the cafeteria.

There, Ning Rongrong was holding a Python Revolver in each hand, repeatedly pulling the triggers at Dai Mubai.

Ripples spread across the white barrier surrounding Dai Mubai as he charged toward Ning Rongrong with reddened eyes.

Ning Rongrong pulled out an Uzi with her other hand, ready to suppress him with firepower.

Whoosh—

Xiao Wu Teleported to Ning Rongrong's side and pressed down her gun barrel.

At the same time, she delivered a flying kick that sent Dai Mubai back.

"Have you two had enough?" Xiao Wu snapped. "You're trying to kill each other over an argument?"

Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong both glared at each other indignantly.

Off to the side,

Zhu Zhuqing carried her tray toward the sink.

She showed no interest whatsoever in the conflict.

However, when she saw Tang Lan, her gaze shifted away unnaturally.

"Yo!" Tang Lan called out. "So early in the morning, little princess? Did you swallow gunpowder?"

The moment Ning Rongrong saw Tang Lan, her eyes reddened.

"Uncle Tang, you have to stand up for your niece!"

"I only said that he deserved to have his engagement broken off after running away himself, and he actually summoned his Martial Soul to attack me?"

"If Sister Xiao Wu hadn't pulled me away, I'd have been dead for sure!"

Uncle Tang?

Zhu Zhuqing, who had been about to leave, and Dai Mubai, who was still fuming, both turned to look at Tang Lan.

"Huh?" Xiao Wu asked strangely. "Brother, when did you become Rongrong's uncle?"

Tang Lan spread his hands.

"Ning Fengzhi suggested that we become sworn brothers, so I agreed."

"But he also said that he and I would deal with things separately. Ning Rongrong, don't go trying to claim ties where there are none."

That one sentence

made Ning Rongrong's expression darken further. She had thought her backer had arrived!

Tang Lan's blunt honesty left her no room to save face.

"Sect Master."

Dai Mubai stepped forward and said coldly—

"Last night, I apologized to Zhu Zhuqing. I had intended to end this family-arranged engagement anyway. After all, I was the one who had been at fault first."

"Zhu Zhuqing brought up breaking off the engagement first, so I agreed."

"But somehow Ning Rongrong heard about it, and she came to mock me early this morning, saying that I..."

Dai Mubai's face twitched!

Clearly,

the broken engagement had still dealt him a heavy blow.

He had only himself to blame, and with Tang Lan and Zhu Zhuqing's complicated entanglement, he could only accept reality.

But Ning Rongrong had no filter and just had to poke at the one sore spot he least wanted mentioned.

What man could put up with that?

That was how things had become like this.

Just then,

Tang San entered the cafeteria while supporting Oscar.

Seeing that something was off, he stopped at the entrance.

When Ning Rongrong saw Tang San, her eyes lit up!

She remembered Tang San's formidable feat—shattering Chen Xin's protective Soul Power!

If it was him, he could definitely kill Dai Mubai, right?

She was just about to speak.

But then she saw Tang Lan's teasing gaze and remembered what had happened that night.

—This man really could be ruthless!

Her mind immediately cleared.

—Tang San, Dai Mubai, and I are all Tang Sect disciples. Hiring one fellow disciple to kill another right in front of the Sect Master?

Wouldn't that be courting death?

Once she calmed down and thought about it, she realized something else.

Maybe, perhaps, possibly, probably...

She had been the one with the foul mouth, mocking Dai Mubai's sore spot and provoking him into lashing out?

—What were you supposed to do when you realized halfway through an argument that you were wrong?

Ning Rongrong chose to turn her head and ignore Dai Mubai.

She wanted to just muddle through it.

But—

"Ning Rongrong." Tang Lan stopped her. "This started because of you. You can't just turn around and leave like that."

Ning Rongrong halted.

Though she knew she was in the wrong, her bearing remained just as forceful.

"I only said a couple of things. He's a grown man—did he really have to try to kill me?"

Good lord!

That feminist rhetoric nearly made Dai Mubai explode with anger!

Tang Lan was amused too.

"Just a few words, nothing important, right?"

"Then what were you doing when you sneaked into my dormitory in the middle of the night two nights ago?"

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu's gazes instantly locked onto Ning Rongrong!

Xiao Wu even released the hand that had been holding Ning Rongrong back, her brows tightly furrowed.

—Why was there another one trying to steal Brother away?

Ning Rongrong panicked!

"No! It's not what you think!"

"I only went there to... to..."

Ning Rongrong was at a loss for words.

How could she explain it?

Say that she had gone there to steal bullets, then had been forced to play Russian roulette?

How could she possibly tell anyone about that humiliating past?

At that moment,

she truly understood Dai Mubai's situation from earlier.

—It was just so frustrating!

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Tang Lan repeated. "I only said a couple of things. You're not angry, are you? You aren't, right? You aren't, right?"

That mocking tone made Dai Mubai feel immensely satisfied!

The Sect Master really knew how to deal with this little demoness.

But—

he covertly glanced at Tang Lan.

He already had Xiao Wu by his side and was being ambiguous with Zhu Zhuqing.

And now Ning Rongrong had launched a nighttime raid on him?

Their Sect Master was quite the romantic!

Having experienced the hurtfulness of words for herself, the aggrieved Ning Rongrong reluctantly apologized to Dai Mubai.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. I poked at your sore spot."

Dai Mubai gave a cold snort, originally intending to turn around and leave.

But remembering that Tang Lan was still there,

he said coldly, "Let's leave it at that."

Then he strode out of the cafeteria.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had originally been about to leave, instead lingered to keep washing her tray, though her eyes kept drifting toward Tang Lan.

"Brother!" Xiao Wu pouted. "What happened at night? How come I didn't know about it?"

Tang Lan glanced at Ning Rongrong. Embarrassed, she got up and fled the cafeteria.

Only then did he tell them everything that had happened that night.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing secretly sighed in relief. It was good that it was not that kind of thing.

Tang San, however, focused on something unusual—

"Brother, the first batch of bullets we made didn't have anti-theft measures. That's a hidden danger."

Oh!

Tang Lan had indeed overlooked that.

Fortunately,

the only people who had the old bullets were Zhu Zhuqing, himself, Tang San, and Xiao Wu.

They were all one of their own.

"Then, Little Sanzi, collect them and replace them with new bullets," Tang Lan said.

"Okay, Brother."

That ended the topic.

Zhu Zhuqing had also finished washing her tray and left with catlike steps.

As Tang Lan ate his food, his gaze fell on Oscar.

Ma Hongjun was lazy by nature, gluttonous, lustful, and unwilling to cultivate.

Oscar was the complete opposite.

He was tenacious and had clear goals. He had been practically crippled last night, yet he could already walk now.

But—

he was still in a severely weakened state.

Most likely...

At the training ground,

things were just as Tang Lan had expected.

Oscar was in terrible physical condition.

Though he forced himself to swing the hammer, the bloodstains on its handle proved that it was far from easy for him.

Yet it was as if he felt nothing, gritting his teeth and persevering.

Whenever he could no longer continue, he ate a bite of sausage, then resumed swinging the hammer.

Again and again.

Everyone could not help but sigh—if only Oscar and Ma Hongjun could switch Martial Souls!

The Food System Soul Master was lazy and indulgent, while the Assault System Soul Master was hardworking and resilient.

It sounded like a perfect match.

But now—

Flender's roar rang out repeatedly.

"Ma Hongjun!"

"Add another 150 jin to my weights!"

"You're dragging your feet even when running laps. Go do push-ups!"

"What kind of lewd posture is that? Are you trying to screw through the floor?"

"Straighten your back!"

Flender stood right in front of Ma Hongjun, staring him down.

The others were all very disciplined, so an occasional glance was enough.

Ma Hongjun had been scolded into silence—if he'd known it would be this hard, he would have swung the Great Hammer with Oscar!

Tang Lan had also been keeping an eye on Oscar.

This guy was a beast!

Because he and Ning Rongrong were both Support Soul Masters, Ning Fengzhi had not approved of him.

Yet after five years of training across the continent, he had developed the "Mirror Image Sausage," which could Copy eighty percent of another person's combat strength and turn himself into a power-attack type.

In the future, he would even become the first food-system Titled Douluo.

Among the Shrek Seven Devils, Oscar was the only one beyond reproach.

Therefore.

Tang Lan planned to help him out.

—Otherwise, if Oscar failed, who would delay Tang San?

He dismissed the Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer and walked over to Oscar.

Oscar was still swinging mechanically. Even with a living person standing right in front of him, he barely reacted.

—He was holding on entirely through willpower now.

But his body was also nearing its limit. He would break down within the next couple of days.

Tang Lan flicked out a strand of Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor, using it as a link to send in the Inner Force of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

While repairing Oscar's damaged body, he also guided Oscar's soul power along the first layer of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Oscar instinctively followed along.

Under Tang Lan's hands-on instruction, he quickly grasped the first layer. His scattered soul power transformed into Hazy Purple Qi.

Nourished by the Inner Force of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, his physical condition also recovered by more than half.

Oscar regained consciousness.

Sensing the changes within his body, his eyes shone with astonishment.

Was this the Soul Power Path the Dean had mentioned, the one that could cure Fatty's evil fire?

But...

"Thank you." Oscar asked doubtfully, "But why?"

Why teach him?

"Because I felt like it," Tang Lan said casually.

Then he turned and left.

Leaving Oscar with a complicated expression.

Geniuses...

Were they all this willful?

But he quickly set aside those thoughts and sped up his hammer swings.

Then he discovered even more pleasant surprises!

While swinging the hammer, he could circulate the first layer of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

It could nourish his aching muscles and help them recover faster.

The condensed Hazy Purple Qi Inner Force also enhanced his soul skills!

The Recovery Sausage had been strengthened by about ten percent.

With one offsetting the other,

it could barely cover the energy he expended swinging the hammer.

His body still hovered at the edge of its limits at all times, and he still needed tenacious willpower to endure.

But at least he now had hope of completing it!

Tang San naturally noticed the change as well.

The look he cast toward Tang Lan could not help carrying a hint of resentment.

Brother, what are you doing?

When he had set the goal, he had intended for Ma Hongjun to fail, much less Oscar.

Now that things had turned out this way,

Tang San was considering whether it still counted.

Night fell.

Supporting his battered body, Oscar ate a few of Shao Xin's candy beans and could barely make his way back to the dormitory on his own.

His visible improvement had come from nothing more than an incomplete cultivation method.

And with the perseverance he had displayed, success would not be difficult.

Tang San could no longer hold back and came before Tang Lan.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Tang Lan chewed slowly and glanced around the dining hall.

Zhu Zhuqing silently picked up her unfinished tray and walked out of the dining hall.

Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong followed one after another.

Xiao Wu sat beside Tang Lan with the expression of someone watching a show.

Only then did Tang Lan swallow his food.

Then he said unhurriedly—

"Little Sanzi, all these years, I've never coveted your hidden weapons or Self-Created Soul Skills as your Brother, have I?"

Tang San, who had initially come to demand an explanation, immediately lost his momentum.

—He had indeed handled this poorly.

"Then what do you mean, Brother?"

"Oscar's character is quite good," Tang Lan said. "He drives his body with sheer will. I don't think I could do that, so I admire him."

Tang San nodded in agreement as well.

But...

He still could not get past that hurdle in his heart.

As he struggled with it,

Tang Lan suddenly asked, "Little Sanzi, what do you plan to become in the future?"

Tang San froze.

He truly had never thought about that.

A Titled Douluo?

With the Tang Sect's supreme arts in his possession, he was confident he could achieve that.

And then?

Live freely and unrestrained by himself?

Or find a woman and retire from the world?

Then wouldn't the Tang Sect's supreme arts vanish from the world?

Tang San felt some resistance in his heart, while vague new thoughts began to emerge.

"You don't want those Self-Created Soul Skills to disappear either, do you?"

Tang Lan hit the mark with a single sentence—

"This was also my original intention in founding the Tang Sect: to let them shine brilliantly across the Douluo Continent!"

"As long as someone joins the Tang Sect, they are a Tang Sect member in life and a Tang Sect ghost in death."

"The sect's supreme arts can never be leaked."

"Then why not use them to create an era?"

"An era."

"An era belonging to us two brothers!"

Tang San's spirits surged!

In that instant, he thought of many things.

In the end, they converged into one thought—

'Since I still bear the surname Tang in this life, and I am still called Tang San.'

'It means my bond with the Tang Sect has not yet ended.'

'Could this be hinting that I am destined to rebuild the Tang Sect in another world?'

But then he hesitated again.

This Tang Sect was not his Tang Sect, but the Tang Sect Tang Lan had founded.

Once the Tang Sect's supreme arts were given away, would they still belong to him?

As though he could see through his heart, Tang Lan let out a deep sigh.

"Little Sanzi, ever since we were young, there has never been anything you wanted that I refused to give you."

"If you feel conflicted because this Tang Sect was not founded by you,"

"then I can give you the position of Sect Master too. It is enough for me to be the Second Elder."

Tang Lan's tactical retreat had Tang San pinned down!

The Tang Sect's current excellent situation had all been painstakingly won by Tang Lan!

He had recruited talented students,

formed an alliance with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect,

was about to earn the Heaven Dou Empire's attention,

used Firearm Soul Tools to rake in funds,

and used Communication Soul Tools to establish a solid foundation.

Tang Lan had done so much, while Tang San had barely helped at all.

And now he was going to step forward and reap the rewards, taking over the Tang Sect?

Though it sounded terribly shameless, Tang San had to admit—

he was tempted!

Should he...

just go along with it and agree to Brother's proposal?