Ning Rongrong Blasted into an Ugly Freak

Ning Rongrong grew angrier and angrier as she looked at Bai Ying.

She had never been this furious before.

"You dared to insult me just now. Do you even know what you are?"

"Get lost." Bai Ying spat out those two words coldly.

Ning Rongrong was truly enraged now. Looking at the strange contraptions beside her, she suddenly became interested.

She casually picked one up, and Bai Ying was instantly terrified. Good heavens, that was a Spirit Tool Bomb. If it was mishandled or even bumped carelessly, it could explode.

She was the young miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If something really happened to her, it would be a huge problem for him.

"Give that to me. Give it to me now."

Seeing Bai Ying's reaction, Ning Rongrong immediately beamed. "Beg me. As long as you beg me, I'll give this back to you."

As she spoke, she glanced at the object in her hand and sneered. "Look how nervous you are. Isn't it just some black thing?"

Ning Rongrong was really getting carried away. Bai Ying slowly uttered two words. "Give it back."

"What if I don't? What can you do to me?"

She even pulled a face at him. "Didn't you call me trash just now? You said I was trash, so what the hell are you?"

"A bastard born without a mother to raise him."

The moment Bai Ying heard those words, his mind exploded. Was that something a little girl could actually say? Had I heard wrong?

Yet reality stood right before him, and Ning Rongrong continued hurling every vile insult she could think of.

"Ning Rongrong, take back what you just said immediately. Then return that thing to me, or I'll make you regret it."

"I'm so scared."

Ning Rongrong burst out laughing after saying that. Bai Ying's emotions had reached their peak, but he still forcibly held them down.

"They say you can know a person's face but not their heart. I never expected Ning Rongrong to be so spoiled and willful."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong shook the spherical Spirit Tool Bomb in her hand.

"This is the Soul Tool you invented? It looks like a lump of black junk."

Bai Ying looked at the Soul Tool in her hand and remembered that its core formation had not been completely inscribed. Its power should not be great.

Then he seemed to think of something and said to Ning Rongrong, "I'll give you one chance. Put that thing down obediently, and I can pretend none of this ever happened."

"Pretending nothing happened is easy. Beg me. Kneel and beg me, and I'll put it down."

Ning Rongrong was certain that Bai Ying would not dare do anything to her and could do nothing against her, which was why she was being so brazen.

Bai Ying's anger surged at once, but his rage turned into a smile as he said slowly, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. Don't blame me, then."

"I've long wanted to test the power of these Spirit Tool Bombs. When I inscribed the core formation, I deliberately injected some spiritual power into them. With that spiritual power, I can detonate the bombs directly."

The bomb in Ning Rongrong's hand began heating up at a visible rate. With a sizzle, she instantly threw it at her feet, clutching her injured palm and shrieking.

With a bang, the Spirit Tool Bomb at her feet exploded.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Ning Rongrong emerged from the haze. Her entire face had been blackened by soot, as if she had just been fished out from the bottom of a pot. Even her eyebrows and eyelashes were indistinguishable. Her clothes were even more tattered, as though countless sharp blades had slashed through them, and the exposed skin was covered in charred marks.

She stared blankly at her hands, seemingly unable to believe what had just happened. Her eyes were full of fear and shock.

Ning Rongrong had never expected the thing to explode. She completely broke down.

"How dare you do this to me! Do you know what the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is on this continent?"

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had never suffered such harm before. Looking at her bedraggled state, she glared viciously at Bai Ying.

Bai Ying merely replied with a shameless expression, "I told you to return that thing to me, but you insisted on courting death. You should be glad that the core formation of this Soul Tool wasn't fully inscribed. Otherwise, its power would have been even greater, and I'm afraid not even ashes of you would have remained."

"I advise you not to provoke me again, or the consequences will be very serious. Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect may be powerful across the continent, but let me tell you this: there are always greater people and higher heavens."

Ning Rongrong looked at Bai Ying, hating him yet unable to do anything about him. It made her teeth itch with rage.

Afterward, afraid that others would see her in such a sorry state, Ning Rongrong ran off dejectedly.

Once Ning Rongrong had left, Bai Ying casually called toward the rear, "Dean, how long are you planning to keep hiding?"

"How did you find me?"

Flender slowly stepped out. For the first time, he felt a sense of fear toward the person before him.

"I knew from the moment you began watching us in secret. Enough, don't stand here rambling at me. I don't want to hear it. If you, Dean, intend to pursue this matter, you're welcome to do so anytime."

"Bai Ying, you're from Spirit Hall, aren't you?"

Bai Ying was not surprised in the slightest. Instead, he admitted it quite calmly.

"Yeah. Is there a problem?"

Flender finally let out a breath of relief. A member of Spirit Hall had actually appeared here.

"No, nothing. Go back to your dormitory and rest first. Get a good rest and prepare for tonight's lesson."

"This matter will naturally be handled."

Dear ancestor, Yu Xiaogang's letter said he should be Bibi Dong's personal disciple. As the Pope's personal disciple, why was he here?

Heavens, what has Shrek Academy done? First, Tang San, the son of the Clear Sky Douluo, appeared here, and now someone from Spirit Hall has emerged.

Shrek Academy is truly on the verge of becoming famous.

After Bai Ying finished inscribing all the Spirit Tool Bombs.

Evening arrived. Ning Rongrong had changed into a new outfit, but her hair still bore traces of scorching.

Flender looked at Oscar and said, "Oscar, you're very caring. Since you're feeling better now, go run another twenty laps. If you don't finish, you're not allowed to eat or sleep. I've already sealed your Soul Power."

"And you, Ning Rongrong, you also failed to complete my assignment. Tell me, did you or did you not?"

Ning Rongrong was incomparably furious. She had just been blown up, and now she still had to run. She had completely forgotten about this task.