Yu Xiaogang

"No! Say something, will you?! What exactly happened?"

Zhao Wuji, sporting a pair of Panda Eyes, looked at the dejected Little Monsters before him and could not help slapping the table as he demanded an answer.

Flender coughed heavily, his gaze fixed firmly on Zhao Wuji's massive paw.

Zhao Wuji silently withdrew his hand.

It was worth mentioning—

This table had been newly purchased.

With Zhao Wuji's money.

As for the original table—

The less said about it, the better.

"Flender! Flender!"

The familiar shout immediately made Flender feel exhausted.

Yu Xiaogang shoved the door open furiously. His already stern face twisted slightly under the rage burning in his heart.

"What happened to Xiao San?"

Flender subconsciously raised a hand to his forehead, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Ning Rongrong glanced at this rude middle-aged man and frowned delicately.

There was no preamble; he had come right in and demanded answers.

To the few of them, this was undoubtedly deeply disrespectful!

After all, their issue had been forcibly interrupted before it was even resolved.

But directness was one thing—what was with that overbearing tone?

So he had come here to throw his weight around?

Ning Rongrong had been holding in a bellyful of anger, her heart hanging in suspense with nowhere to vent it. Who would have thought Yu Xiaogang would fall from the sky as such a perfect punching bag?

Thus—

"Who are you?!"

"Don't you know you're supposed to knock before coming in?"

"You're not exactly young anymore. Don't you even understand basic common sense?"

The basic three-hit combo.

"I have no interest in teaching you such basic common sense. If you're interested, go read some books yourself!"

"Now! Immediately! At once! Apologize to us, then get out!"

"How unlucky! These days, any Cats and Dogs dare to yell and scream. Why don't you take a look at your own status first!"

The advanced three-hit combo.

After delivering both three-hit combos, Ning Rongrong's anger had dissipated quite a bit.

Yu Xiaogang's expression, however, looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

Anyone would be in a bad mood after walking through the door and being machine-gunned with six insults by a little girl, let alone Yu Xiaogang, who had arrived already full of rage.

But Yu Xiaogang's greatest virtue was that he was not good with words.

Although he looked as though he were about to explode from anger, Yu Xiaogang still kept a livid face as he swiftly found an outlet.

"Flender!"

"I entrusted Xiao San to you, and this is the result?"

Recalling Tang San's miserable state when they met, Yu Xiaogang immediately felt dizzy.

This was going to cost him his life!

If anything happened to Tang San, forget about whether he could verify his theories—even his own life would be taken by Tang Hao in his fury!

What was worse than having one's dreams shattered?

Losing one's life!

Yu Xiaogang believed his own life was incomparably precious.

Of course, most people felt the same way about their own lives.

Unfortunately, a Titled Douluo would not have the time to discuss whether Life was precious with someone.

Unless the person raising the question was another powerful Titled Douluo.

Flender looked at his old friend and romantic rival before him, unable to stop himself from sighing. He rose, grabbed Yu Xiaogang, and pressed him down into an empty chair.

"Calm down."

"I'm very calm right now!"

Flender coughed violently.

He had not even had time to say something like, "I'm dealing with the students' problems right now. As for Tang San, I'll give you a satisfactory answer later," before Yu Xiaogang forcefully choked the words back down his throat.

In an instant, Flender felt his fists harden.

Deep breath~

Deep breath~

Slowly exhale.

Flender finally suppressed the urge to use his fists.

However, the moment he saw Yu Xiaogang's sour face, the impulse Flender had just restrained broke through its restraints again.

Ning Rongrong angrily slapped the table, only for her hand to pass straight through it and hit nothing.

That made Ning Rongrong even more furious.

"Did you hear me clearly?"

"Apologize immediately, then get out of this room!"

The stern expression on Yu Xiaogang's face could no longer hold as he shouted in a low voice:

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

With a flip of his wrist, a Spirit Hall Elder Token appeared in Yu Xiaogang's hand.

Waving the Elder Token in his hand, a faint look of pride appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face.

"You say that as if you're the only one who has one."

Ning Rongrong curled her lips disdainfully.

She raised her wrist as well and took out two Elder Tokens.

Zhao Wuji's eye twitched.

Spirit Hall had a strict review process for every Elder Token.

Either one was a Titled Douluo, or...

Someone like Ning Fengzhi, the master of a sect, held a pivotal position in the Heaven Dou Empire.

In short, one either had exceptional strength or exceptional status.

Otherwise, Spirit Hall would never issue an Elder Token.

Yet in this tiny room, three Elder Tokens had suddenly appeared.

It was as though Spirit Hall Elder Tokens had suddenly become worthless.

But honestly, this was really exciting.

At the very least, in all the years since Zhao Wuji had been born, he had never seen such an explosive scene.

"Well?"

"I have two, while you only have one. Aren't you going to obediently follow this Miss's orders?"

The faint pride on Yu Xiaogang's face vanished. With a stiff expression, he glanced at Flender, who was watching the show from the side, frantically signaling to him.

Seeing his old friend in such an awkward state, Flender could not help sighing inwardly. He gave a light cough, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Xiaogang, how about this? I really do have something urgent to deal with right now. Tomorrow—tomorrow, I'll definitely give you a satisfactory answer. How does that sound?"

"Fine. I'd like to see what kind of answer you can give me tomorrow!"

Bang!

The door was slammed shut.

Taking the way out Flender had offered him, Yu Xiaogang finally escaped the awkward situation and hurried toward Tang San's dormitory.

He had come in a hurry and left in a hurry.

"What kind of person was that?!"

Ning Rongrong complained unhappily.

Flender coughed awkwardly and pulled the conversation back on track.

His old friend had indeed been in the wrong just now, so Flender did not refute the Little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect before him.

If it concerned cultivation, then with the handwritten letter from Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, in his hand, Flender could justifiably reprimand Ning Rongrong.

But when it came to miscellaneous matters, Flender did not dare overstep his bounds.

Otherwise, he had every reason to suspect that Sword Douluo or Bone Douluo would break his arm.

Especially after Ning Rongrong casually took out two Spirit Hall Elder Tokens, that reason had become even more convincing.

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and placed the Elder Token in her hand on the table.

But strangely enough—

The Elder Token actually stayed on the table!

"I tried it."

"This soul skill only affects me."

"But what I can't understand is that not only can I pick up the items in my soul tool, other people can pick them up too."

Ning Rongrong raised a hand in demonstration.

Flender and Zhao Wuji each picked up an Elder Token and gave it a squeeze.

The sensation was completely real.

Ning Rongrong placed her hand on the table again, and it passed straight through without question.

"What's going on here?"

Zhao Wuji scratched his head blankly, his face full of confusion.

"It's very simple."

"Because the soul tool in Rongrong's hand is itself a rare Spatial Soul Tool. It clashes with my spatial attribute to a certain extent, so the items taken from the soul tool naturally carry this spatial fluctuation as well. That's why you can pick them up."

"And vice versa."

"Although Rongrong can't touch anything, when I assimilated her, I also assimilated part of the soul tool along the way."

"So Ning Rongrong can also pick up items taken out of the soul tool."

Like a ghost, Lu Yuan passed through the wall and winked at Ning Rongrong.

"Isn't that right?"

"My girlfriend?"

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P.S. I need to get a haircut, shower, and do laundry tomorrow, so the first update will probably be a little late.