A Letter

Xiao Wu naturally had no idea what Tang San was truly thinking.

Of course, even if she had known, it would not have stopped her from instinctively rejecting Tang San.

Many things were simply like that.

The deeper the love, the deeper the hate.

Although Xiao Wu could not bring herself to like Lu Yuan, that demon, she still understood the principle of choosing the lesser of two evils.

With a soft sigh, Xiao Wu suddenly spotted Lu Yuan in her field of vision. She rubbed her eyes, then pounced toward him in delight, completely ignoring Tang San's expression twisting with rage beside her.

"Lu Yuan!"

What would happen if one were struck by a Ten Thousand Year Soft Bone Rabbit?

Lu Yuan could say for certain that shattered breastbone and Ribs would be the least severe outcome.

But if that Ten Thousand Year Soft Bone Rabbit had taken human form—

That would be another story entirely!

He took two steps back to offset the impact, reached out and grabbed Xiao Wu by the back of her collar, then lifted her up with a helpless look. Raising an eyebrow, he said, "We haven't even been apart for half an hour, and you missed me this much?"

Xiao Wu glared angrily into Lu Yuan's eyes without saying a word, flailing and struggling at the same time.

She might be a rabbit, but she did not like being carried around like this!

"Are you mad?"

"It's fine. I have a good way to make sure you aren't mad anymore."

Lu Yuan answered his own question, then shamelessly pressed his face against hers beneath Xiao Wu's indignant gaze.

After a while, Lu Yuan pulled away and, right in front of Tang San, licked the corner of his lips as though showing off.

Xiao Wu remained stiff as a statue in Lu Yuan's grasp. She instinctively raised both hands to cover her flushed face. Clearly, Xiao Wu had given up struggling.

For some thin-skinned people, all it took was one tiny thing to die of embarrassment.

"See? You're not mad anymore, right?"

"I keep my word."

Lu Yuan said smugly before setting Xiao Wu down.

Blushing furiously, Xiao Wu hid behind Lu Yuan as if she felt everyone around them staring at her. She tugged hard at his sleeve, pleadingly pulling him toward the exit.

Bang!

Tang San turned his head away, his heart twisting like a knife had been driven through it. Unable to bear the sight, he slammed his fist hard against the railing, seemingly venting the fury in his heart.

Fortunately, the railing was sturdy enough and did not break.

Otherwise, the person in charge of the Soto Grand Soul Arena would probably have come over to discuss compensation with Tang San.

"Oh? Tang San, you still haven't gone to your soul battle?"

Lu Yuan cried out in surprise, as if he had only just noticed Tang San was there. Then, as though hurriedly trying to make amends, he said, "Sorry. I hope that Xiao Wu and I being intimate just now didn't affect you. After all, you're about to enter a soul battle. You have to keep your mentality steady so that you can gain practical combat experience from it."

Tang San pressed his lips together and turned back to glare fiercely at the grinning villain mocking him. Without saying a word, he turned and left.

What did he mean, he had not noticed him?

Tang San knew perfectly well that it was a lie, but he simply did not have the courage to refute it.

Or rather, he had the courage to refute it, but he could not bear the consequences that would follow.

Lu Yuan had not started picking fights with him just yesterday.

After half a month, Tang San had more or less figured out what Lu Yuan was trying to do with every move he made!

He merely wanted to provoke Tang San, then use "reasonable and justified" excuses to keep teaching him a lesson.

If Tang San was injured, his cultivation speed would naturally slow down, or even be forcibly interrupted.

Even if Lu Yuan could not find a suitable reason to attack him, he could still provoke him with words, throwing his mentality off balance and preventing him from meditating calmly and efficiently.

In short, he would stop at nothing to forcibly slow Tang San's cultivation.

Tang San naturally understood this move.

After all, he had also been well versed in schemes and intrigues in his previous life.

The problem was—

This despicable person's move was an upright Open Conspiracy!

That left Tang San at a loss.

The way to break the situation was simple: he only needed to let go of Xiao Wu in his heart.

Then the other party's methods of provocation would collapse on their own, and Lu Yuan would naturally have no reason to keep beating him up.

But he simply could not let her go!

Having just confirmed their feelings, only to be forced apart so soon—Tang San felt that if he truly broke the deadlock this way, his pride and spirit would shatter along with it!

But dragging things out like this was no solution either.

"Just wait."

From afar, he looked at Xiao Wu, a trace of tenderness flashing through his eyes. Tang San withdrew his gaze, his well-defined hand clenching tightly into a fist.

"I'll make you wish you were dead."

"And make death an impossible luxury."

The twisted, hoarse voice rolled low in his throat, yet not a single sound escaped.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The moment Chen Xin and Gu Rong entered, they spotted the white envelope lying on the table beside Ning Fengzhi.

Two gusts of wind swept up from the doorway.

Each end of the envelope was pinned beneath a large hand.

"I'll read it first."

Chen Xin's gaze was calm as water as he looked directly at his old friend and stated his demand simply.

Gu Rong looked calmly at Chen Xin.

"Why do you get to read it first?"

"Why?" Sword Douluo Chen Xin sneered. Rings of pale cyan illusory sword shadows emerged behind him, every blade pointed at Gu Rong. "Is this enough of a reason?"

"I don't think so."

A strange ripple emerged behind Bone Douluo Gu Rong as well. Solid white giant bones appeared, wrapping around Gu Rong layer upon layer.

They were both Titled Douluo.

Who didn't have a few flashy soul skills up their sleeve?

Who were those sword shadows supposed to scare?

Seeing this familiar scene, Ning Fengzhi instinctively raised a hand to rub his forehead. Waving the wrinkled letter in his hand, he said with a helpless laugh, "Sword Uncle, Bone Uncle, stop fighting over the envelope. The letter's right here."

Four sharp gazes shot toward him at once.

Their meaning was obvious: Why didn't you say so earlier, kid?

Ning Fengzhi smiled apologetically and handed over the letter.

There was no helping it. Old children, young children—once they grew old, even Titled Douluo had tempers like children.

Especially when they were his own old children.

He couldn't hit them, and he couldn't scold them.

The problem was—

One old child would have been manageable, but two old children could easily start fighting over a verbal dispute.

Fortunately, in recent years, the two of them had rarely come to blows over arguments, which had spared Ning Fengzhi quite a bit of worry.

Because all he needed to do was keep an eye on his daughter, Ning Rongrong.

Watching Sword Uncle and Bone Uncle's expressions shift between delight and anger as they stared at the letter, Ning Fengzhi finally let out a sigh of relief. Inwardly, he silently thanked his younger self for the sudden inspiration to create an emotional remote control called "Ning Rongrong."

Of course, "emotional remote control" was just a joking way of putting it.

For one thing, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had long since become inseparable from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, so there was no need to guard against them.

For another, no one could be happy after losing their wife.

Ning Fengzhi was no exception.

But there was no time for him to immerse himself in old memories.

After all, he was the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

"Fengzhi, tell us first—what do you think?"

Seeing Chen Xin and Gu Rong silently form a united front after reading the letter, then ask for his opinion in unison, Ning Fengzhi felt both amused and exasperated.

After sorting through his thoughts, Ning Fengzhi said, "I've already read Rongrong's letter, but I believe we cannot afford to overlook certain important pieces of information in it."

"A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor, with four Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, and a pure elemental Martial Soul said to be called 'Space'—I don't think we can afford to overlook a genius like that."

"And besides..."

"Rongrong seems never to have valued anyone this... highly before."

Ning Fengzhi's words clearly carried another meaning.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong recalled the letter they had just read.

She truly did seem to value him rather highly.

In a letter of over five hundred words, the name "Lu Yuan" had appeared seventeen times.

That level of importance was a little abnormal.

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