An Evil Villain

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Don't you watch where you're going?!"

Xiao Wu pointed at Ning Rongrong and complained.

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, forcing back the tears in her eyes. She got up from the ground, patted off her skirt, and walked forward without saying a word.

"Hey! What kind of attitude is that?!"

"You bumped into someone and can't even apologize?!"

Xiao Wu bared her teeth and claws as she tried to stop Ning Rongrong, but Tang San hurriedly held her back.

What a joke!

Starting a fight here? Were they waiting for the examiner to come break it up?

A Soul Emperor coming over to mediate a fight...

Tang San could not guarantee whether reason would matter.

But he could guarantee that they would leave a terrible impression on the examiner.

Impression points might not be that important, but what if the examiner made things difficult for them at a critical moment?

As a Tang Sect Disciple, Tang San understood well that people's hearts were unpredictable.

"So, you want her to apologize to you?"

A passing youth asked indistinctly through a mouthful of grilled sausage.

"Isn't that right?"

Xiao Wu retorted instinctively.

Lu Yuan gave a mocking smile. "What right do you have to demand that the eldest miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect apologize to you?"

Tang San's gaze sharpened. He had clearly recognized the youth before him as the one who had subdued Dai Mubai in a single move at the hotel.

An unfamiliar sense of familiarity lingered in his heart.

Yet Tang San could not remember where that familiarity had come from.

Xiao Wu snorted coldly.

"She bumped into me. Shouldn't she apologize?"

"Just because she's the eldest miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, does that mean she can bump into people without apologizing?"

Lu Yuan rubbed his fingertips together.

Clearly, this Hundred-Thousand-Year Rabbit's understanding of the world was still stuck at a stage where everything was either black or white.

A Rabbit like this might be a little naive, but she was certainly easy to fool.

From the looks of it, Tang Hao might not have dealt with Xiao Wu back then because he had seen how easy she was to fool.

After silently mocking her for a moment, Lu Yuan nodded approvingly.

"You have a point."

Xiao Wu's face lit up with joy.

"I hope that when you face the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two Titled Douluo, you can still hold true to your convictions and make the eldest miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect apologize to you."

Xiao Wu's newly formed smile froze instantly.

She did not know whether he had seen through something.

Although there was nothing wrong with what he said, Xiao Wu could not shake the strange and ominous feeling in her heart.

Soon enough, that ominous feeling came true.

"Of course, this apology wouldn't be a loss for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"One apology in exchange for a Soul Ring and a Soul Bone. If it were me, I'd apologize too."

Lu Yuan added with a smile, "And I'd do it willingly."

Though the blazing sun hung overhead, Xiao Wu could not feel the slightest warmth.

To her, the youth's warm smile looked more like a ticket to hell.

The kind you had to show your face for.

Xiao Wu nervously grabbed Tang San's arm. Her face turned deathly pale in an instant, and her teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.

Her identity had been exposed!

Though the devil in front of her had not mentioned the age of the Soul Ring or Soul Bone, how could Xiao Wu fail to understand?

This devil clearly wanted to keep her all to himself!

If he had directly said Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, then even Xiao San, no matter how foolish, would have realized what was going on.

For this devil who wanted to monopolize her, that would mean another competitor.

Perhaps even more.

But by not mentioning the age, his words instead carried a vague, cryptic meaning.

Even if someone overheard them, they would not connect it to the obscure knowledge of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast taking human form.

The youth's gaze swept over Xiao Wu's little hand gripping Tang San's arm, and his handsome face turned stern.

"Let go!"

His voice was not loud.

Yet both Tang San and Xiao Wu could sense the unquestionable authority in those words.

Tang San frowned, irritation rising in his heart.

This man's way of doing things was far too overbearing!

"My friend, I don't think you have any right to tell my little sister what she should do!"

Tang San stared sharply at Lu Yuan, refusing to yield even a single step.

Lu Yuan's eyes shifted as he glanced at Tang San. His gaze held no focus, as though he were looking at nothing but air. Then he turned his eyes back to Xiao Wu.

"I'll say it one last time."

"Let go!"

An icy chill mixed into his gentle voice, making Xiao Wu shudder instinctively.

Anger appeared on Tang San's face.

But before he could speak, he felt Xiao Wu forcefully pull her hand away.

The anger that had barely risen in his chest became stuck there.

Tang San stared at Xiao Wu in disbelief, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Clap!

Clap!

Clap!

Imitating the way villains in television dramas applauded when they were full of themselves, Lu Yuan slowly clapped three times.

No more, no less. Exactly three times.

More would make him break character; fewer would lose the essence.

"Very good."

"I'm very satisfied."

"Now then..."

Lu Yuan looked at Xiao Wu and smiled as he raised his hand.

"Come here."

Xiao Wu stood where she was, biting her lip as she stubbornly stared at the devil before her.

The smile on Lu Yuan's face slowly faded, but he did not lower his raised hand.

"Second time."

"Come here."

His tone had clearly become much harsher.

A look of struggle appeared on Xiao Wu's face.

A pale blue glow emerged from Tang San's twisted hand.

Several thick vines formed from Blue Silver Grass suddenly burst from the ground beside Lu Yuan, lashing toward his body in an attempt to bind him.

"Xiao Wu won't go with you!"

"No matter what you're planning, I'll stop you from taking Xiao Wu away from me!"

Tang San looked at Lu Yuan, now tightly bound, with cold light in his eyes and threatened him calmly:

"My first Soul Ring came from a Mandala Snake, so it carries a powerful lethal toxin."

"If you don't want to die, kneel and kowtow twice to Xiao Wu. Then I can help you detoxify."

A disdainful chuckle rang out.

"After all these years, not only have you failed to improve, you've actually become even more pathetic."

"Tang San!"

Tang San, who had thought victory was in his grasp, underwent a drastic change in expression.

A thick sense of danger swept through his heart like vast, dark storm clouds.

Dense silver light flowed over Lu Yuan's body like liquid.

A powerful wave of Soul Power spread outward.

The thick Blue Silver Grass vines were directly blasted away from Lu Yuan's body.

Then, amid an even fiercer surge of Soul Power, they exploded into powder in midair.

Tang San's eyes bulged as he sprayed blood across the sky. He was sent flying, smashing through a tree as thick as a man's waist before curling over and dropping helplessly to one knee.

"My patience is limited."

"Never more than three times."

"Come here."

The youth tore off his clothes, which had been shredded by the vines, and spoke indifferently.

Firm, powerful muscles were evenly distributed across every part of his upper body, creating a perfect golden ratio in a certain sense.

They were not bulky, yet they were beautiful enough.

The only flaw was that this upper body, worthy of being called a perfect work of art, was covered in countless scars.

Some scars had long faded, leaving only faint marks.

Others had not yet healed, rising and falling with his breathing.

Though these scars did indeed detract from that perfect, artistic body, from another perspective, they gave it a strange kind of beauty.

There was no doubt that this strange beauty belonged to the wild.

Because only wildness dared to strike so hard and so irregularly, shaping its own distinctive charm.

Xiao Wu clenched her silver teeth and reached out with a trembling hand to grasp Lu Yuan's large hand.

His large hand closed around hers, then pulled hard.

With a scream, Xiao Wu was dragged into Lu Yuan's embrace.

Her Soul Power-infused fists struck Lu Yuan fiercely, but to him, Xiao Wu's attacks were not even enough to count as a scratch.

If it had been Xiao Wu's true body, Lu Yuan would have guaranteed that he would run as far away as possible.

But this Hundred-Thousand-Year Rabbit had not only taken human form—she had now fallen into his hands.

What Ghost was there to fear?

Even if Xiao Wu pounded him with that level of strength for an entire day, she would not be able to break through his skin or his protective Soul Power.

Tang San stubbornly raised his head.

"Let her go!"

Lu Yuan slowly wagged his index finger.

A powerful force of Soul Power forcibly pressed Tang San flat to the ground.

"You should be grateful, and so should I."

"I should be grateful that I met an old friend like you in such a remote place."

"What a coincidence."

"You should be grateful..."

Lu Yuan chuckled softly.

"You should be grateful that someone took the punishment for you!"

He reached out and pinched Xiao Wu's little face. Before Tang San's eyes, which were nearly splitting with rage, Lu Yuan lowered his head and bit Xiao Wu's lips.

"Mm."

Xiao Wu's faint nasal whimper directly shattered the last of Tang San's will.

What flowed from the corners of his eyes was no longer tears, but blood.

"I'll kill you! Kill you!! Aaaaaah!!!"

The mournful, blood-curdling howl, like a cuckoo crying blood, startled the birds from the forest.

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