Witch Bumped Into A Wall, Sausage Specialty Store and "Double Standard" On Site

Ning Rongrong, stepping in exquisite boots, walked as if on flat ground across the ruins that had been almost leveled. A smile that could kill with sweetness adorned her porcelain-doll-like pretty face, her sparkling big eyes curved into crescent moons, staring straight at Qian Mo.

She completely ignored Tang San, who was still twitching in a pit nearby, and couldn't see Zhao Wuji, whose face was full of flesh. It was as if she couldn't even smell the lingering scent of blood in the air.

"Wow, Big Brother, you looked so majestic just now!" Ning Rongrong strained her voice, her tone sweet to the point of cloying, like thick syrup. As she spoke, she naturally extended her fair and tender small hand, as if to pull Qian Mo's spotlessly clean platinum sleeve. "Is your martial soul an angel? It's so beautiful, can I take a closer look?"

This "Sweet Girl Offensive" had always worked perfectly for Ning Rongrong in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; even her two Titled Douluo grandfathers would instantly surrender.

However, her hand hadn't even touched Qian Mo.

"Whoosh--!"

A black afterimage sliced through the air like lightning, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold wind.

Ning Rongrong only felt her vision blur, an icy aura, as if from the Far North, rushed towards her, making every strand of her body hair stand on end.

Zhu Zhuqing had appeared in front of Qian Mo at some point. In her mismatched cat pupils, there was no trace of her usual shyness, only a ruthlessness like ten thousand year profound ice.

"Clang!"

Three-inch long Netherworld Claws extended from her fingertips, reflecting a chilling cold light under the sun, only three centimeters away from Ning Rongrong's delicate pretty face.

"Scram."

Zhu Zhuqing's red lips parted, the words she spoke were short and forceful, carrying an undeniable domineering air.

Ning Rongrong was stunned. As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, when had she ever been treated like this?

"You..." Ning Rongrong was about to throw a tantrum with her young lady's temper, but when she met Zhu Zhuqing's emotionless cat pupils, an unexplained fear suddenly rose in her heart.

This killing intent... it wasn't the kind from casual sparring, but a death aura forged in a sea of corpses and blood!

Ning Rongrong's proud treasure appraisal talent went haywire at this moment: Danger! Extreme Danger! This woman in black was more dangerous than any Soul Douluo she had ever met, or even some strong persons who had just entered the Titled Douluo realm!

Ning Rongrong's face instantly turned pale, her outstretched hand froze mid-air, unable to advance or retreat, so embarrassed she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Pfft."

Qian Mo, sitting in his Grand Tutor Chair, couldn't help but chuckle. He looked at Zhu Zhuqing's extremely protective posture, as if facing a great enemy, and his heart softened completely.

He reached out, gently encircling Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist, and pulled her back into his embrace. He teased, "It seems I'll have to hang a sign that says 'Beware of Fierce Cat, Strictly Forbidden to Approach' on my collar when we go out from now on. Otherwise, my Qing'er will scare all the little girls in Suotuo City to tears."

Zhu Zhuqing turned back and glared at him with a chiding look. The icy killing intent in her eyes vanished without a trace the moment it met Qian Mo's gaze, replaced by a hint of shyness. She retracted her claws and obediently stood behind Qian Mo, continuing to give him a shoulder massage with her boneless small hands.

"Sausages for sale! Sausages for sale! Not only are they delicious, but they can also restore stamina. Don't miss out if you pass by!"

In this extremely awkward atmosphere, a discordant shout came from deep in the village.

A youth pushing a small cart ran out. He had a full beard, and his peach blossom eyes were spinning around, looking lecherous no matter how you saw it.

Oscar pushed his cart, originally intending to make a fortune with the crowd at registration. However, the moment he arrived at the village entrance, he was stunned.

"Wocao, this... did a natural disaster strike? Or did the dean sell the house to pay off debt?" Oscar's mouth twitched as he looked at the mess everywhere.

At this moment, jolted by the shouts, Tang San, who was in a coma, slowly woke up.

"Hiss--"

Tang San gasped, feeling as if his bones had been crushed by a heavy truck. His face, in particular, was so swollen he couldn't even open his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Qian Mo leisurely drinking tea, with Zhu Zhuqing gently serving him from behind. And himself, lying on the muddy ground like a dead dog, still with the hidden weapons he had just vomited out clinging to him.

This extreme contrast caused the self-important pride in Tang San's heart to instantly collapse, and a sense of humiliation surged through him like a tide.

"Want a sausage? You look pretty badly injured." Oscar approached Tang San, solicitously offering a steaming hot sausage.

To show his sincerity, Oscar publicly recited the soul incantation he was proud of:

"I Have a Big Sausage!"

"Gag--!"

Ning Rongrong, who was still feeling wronged about being bumped into earlier, heard this incantation, coupled with Oscar's lewd expression, and immediately dry-heaved. Her last beautiful fantasy about Shrek Academy was completely shattered.

Tang San also frowned. Such a vulgar incantation was, in his opinion, a disgrace to the Spirit Master world. However, the hunger in his stomach and the severe pain all over his body forced him to look at the sausage.

Oscar then turned to Qian Mo, chuckled, wanting to flatter this big shot who casually threw diamonds: "Young Master, would you like one too? My sausage has an excellent effect!"

Qian Mo put down his teacup, golden light flowing in his eyes.

From his perspective, the sausage was entwined with Oscar's somewhat turbid spirit power, even carrying traces of "personal body fluid" due to the Martial Soul Trait.

"A food system martial soul that smells of sweat and saliva?" Qian Mo frowned in disdain, flicked his hand, and a gentle yet domineering spirit power directly flicked the sausage several hundred meters away.

"This kind of thing can only be eaten by people with 'unique tastes'. Take it away, don't dirty my eyes."

Oscar awkwardly scratched his head, not daring to retort.

At this moment, Tang San struggled to sit up. He remembered Yu Xiaogang's teachings: "There are no useless martial souls, only useless spirit masters. Although food system martial souls have strange incantations, their effects are real."

To show his "firm will" and his difference from "prodigal sons" like Qian Mo, Tang San, enduring the nausea, grabbed the remaining sausage from Oscar's hand and swallowed it in a few bites.

"Hoo..." As the sausage entered his stomach, Tang San's complexion did indeed improve a bit.

He wiped the grease stains from the corner of his mouth, puffed out his chest, and said to Qian Mo with a righteous face: "Spirit Master cultivation should inherently be unconventional. As long as it can increase strength, what does the incantation or appearance matter? Qian Mo, you pursue the gorgeousness of appearance too much, and ultimately you cannot achieve greatness."

These words were spoken so passionately, as if he had eaten some miracle pill, and Qian Mo was the ignorant hick.

After hearing this, Qian Mo almost burst out laughing.

He casually took out a plate of crystal clear, faintly fragrant crystal pastries from his storage soul tool, picked one up, and very naturally put it into Zhu Zhuqing's mouth.

"Eating trash and feeling superior?" Qian Mo glanced sideways at Tang San, his tone indifferent, "The strong adapt to their environment, that's a basic survival instinct; but true strong people know how to change their environment."

He gently patted Zhu Zhuqing's small hand and continued, "I have top-tier immortal herbs and the purest auspicious qi, why should I wrong myself to eat that... pig slop? Tang San, what you call 'unconventional' is, in my opinion, just self-deception by the weak after being forced to accept reality."

"You--!" Tang San was so angry that he almost spat out another mouthful of blood.

Just then, heavy footsteps could be heard from a distance.

Dai Mubai, supported by two students, shuffled back like a giant zongzi. The moment he appeared, he saw Zhu Zhuqing affectionately feeding Qian Mo tea, a gentle and watery look that he never dared to dream of.

"Pfft!"

Dai Mubai's eye corners split, and blood seeped through the bandages. He wanted to roar, to rush forward and fight desperately, but the severe pain in his waist and the shadow of that crystal chandelier from last night forced him to grit his teeth and swallow all his grievances.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing!"

Dean Flender pushed up his broken glasses, looked at the ruins all over the ground and the pile of diamonds that hadn't even warmed up yet, took a deep breath, and announced, "From today onwards, you all... have been admitted!"

Although Tang San's character made him hesitant, he endured it for the sake of the tenfold tuition fee.

"Now, everyone follow me into the village to assign dormitories!" Flender tried to establish the last bit of his authority as dean, walking ahead with a stern face.

He originally wanted to separate Qian Mo from the ordinary students, lest this great god get unhappy and tear down the remaining few mud houses.

Ning Rongrong's eyes rolled, and she suddenly leaned close to Zhu Zhuqing, putting on a fawning expression: "Um... Sister Zhuqing, why don't you and I share a dorm? I have many beautiful clothes and accessories to share with you."

She had a beautiful plan: as long as she got Zhu Zhuqing on her side, she wouldn't worry about not having a chance to approach Qian Mo?

Zhu Zhuqing stopped and glanced sideways at her, a hint of disdain flashing in her cat pupils.

"I'm not used to living with the weak."

A simple sentence almost made Ning Rongrong explode on the spot.

Everyone arrived at the so-called "student dormitory" area.

They were a few houses built with adobe and rotten wood, the thatch on the roof was sparse, and there were finger-wide cracks on the walls. As the wind blew, they made creaking sounds, as if they would collapse at any moment.

Qian Mo stopped and looked at the dilapidated house in front of him, which was worse than the pigsty of the Martial Soul Hall, a cold smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head, his gaze shooting towards Flender like a knife.

"Dean Flender, you intend to... let my wife live in a place like this?"