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Ning Rongrong still wanted to ask, but Dai Mubai quickly stopped her, "Rongrong, you just need to remember. The four of us made a huge sacrifice to earn a chance to defeat Jiang Siming."

Chapter 33 You Will Never Be Happy Again

After the farce ended, Jiang Siming and his group went out for a stroll, but it didn't take long for them to regret it.

In less than an hour, the group had progressed from carrying a few bags to acting as mobile cargo containers.

Zhu Zhuqing felt a bit sorry for Jiang Siming. She wanted to carry a little bit of the load, but was stopped by Ning Rongrong.

"Zhuqing, don't worry about him. He was dragging such a huge rock and running so fast that day. This little bit of stuff won't be hard for him." Ning Rongrong winked at Jiang Siming and said provocatively.

"It's fine, as long as Zhuqing is happy." Jiang Siming looked at Zhu Zhuqing with a gentle expression, completely ignoring Ning Rongrong's words. This made Ning Rongrong stomp her feet in anger.

Jiang Siming thought to himself, Little brat, trying to fight with me.

The group strolled for a while longer.

"Shouldn't we head back? The Grandmaster is probably still waiting for us at the Soul Fighting Arena," Tang San said with some concern.

"Xiao San, you're overthinking it. Since the teacher didn't demand it, he obviously meant for us to relax. After all, the Grandmaster wouldn't give us a reason to argue back," Jiang Siming said after seeing Tang San's expression.

As they were walking, they were suddenly blocked by a lecherous-looking middle-aged man.

"Little sisters, are you interested in coming to play with uncle? Uncle's name is Bu Le, and I'll treat you to drinks and sausages," Bu Le said lecherously.

Bu Le had been eyeing the three girls for a long time. Naturally, he had noticed Jiang Siming and the others, but in his eyes, they were just servants, so he didn't pay them any mind. Even if they were guards, with his strength as a Soul Sect, what could a few young brats do to him?

Just as Tang San was about to speak, Dai Mubai stopped him and whispered, "Look at Siming's expression. We don't need to worry about this. It looks like the guy has some strength, so let's see if he's improved recently."

Jiang Siming's mood had reached rock bottom. Having his girlfriend harassed on the street was something no one in the world could tolerate. He had thought he missed the plot involving Bu Le, but it seemed it was waiting for him right here. In the original story, Ma Hongjun burned that thing of his, so now, Jiang Siming was going to make sure he could never be happy again.

"Uncle, who are you? We don't know you. But you mentioned something fun, what kind of fun is it?" Ning Rongrong put on an innocent smile; if not for everyone knowing her reputation as a little witch, they might have actually been fooled.

In reality, Ning Rongrong had only decided to play along because she saw the dark veins bulging on Jiang Siming's forehead.

The other two girls didn't say much upon seeing this, and Zhu Zhuqing looked back at Jiang Siming. Jiang Siming gave her a reassuring look.

"Little sisters, uncle will take you to play something fun and eat delicious things! If you want good food and fun, just come with uncle," Bu Le said, scanning the three girls with greedy eyes.

"Brother Siming, aren't you going to make a move? I really want to beat him up," Ma Hongjun said, his face full of indignation.

"There are too many people here. Wait until we get to a secluded place, then we'll cripple him. Since his name is Bu Le, I'll make sure he can never be happy again!" Jiang Siming said coldly, a faint killing intent radiating from him.

Upon hearing this, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but shiver, instinctively crossing his legs.

Bu Le said with a lecherous face, "Follow me, I'll take you there." As he spoke, he beckoned impatiently, afraid that the group might leave. After all, there were too many people here, and it wouldn't be easy for him to use force.

In a deep alleyway.

"Uncle Bu Le, where are the fun things and delicious food you mentioned?" Ning Rongrong asked, feigning fear.

"Hehe, little girls. Don't be in such a rush. You'll see in a moment." Bu Le's smile became even more lecherous.

"You brats in the back, if you're smart, get lost. Don't disturb my fun, or I'll make sure you walk in standing up and are carried out horizontally," Bu Le threatened Jiang Siming's group viciously.

Jiang Siming could no longer hold back and exploded. The group only felt a gust of wind pass by as Jiang Siming kicked Bu Le squarely in the chest.

Bu Le looked at the murderous Jiang Siming in terror. For a moment, he couldn't even utter a plea for mercy.

"Weren't you laughing quite happily just now? Where's the fun? Is this fun?" Jiang Siming gave a wicked smile and secretly activated Evil Aura, maintaining it within a one-meter radius around him. Bu Le's feeling of fear was instantly magnified tenfold, and his screams of terror grew even louder.

The others watched as Bu Le's reaction became instantly violent. Their eyes showed confusion, but they all understood that it must be Jiang Siming's doing. Their curiosity and admiration for Jiang Siming grew even deeper. Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, looked blissful; it was the first time she had seen Jiang Siming so furious. She had seen the change in Jiang Siming's expression after Bu Le's lecherous gaze swept over her.

"I won't kill you; that would be letting you off too easily," Jiang Siming glared at Bu Le viciously.

In Bu Le's eyes, Jiang Siming was now a demon from hell. He wanted to escape but couldn't, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a stench of urine wafted through the air.

"Damn, he actually pissed himself in fear," Ma Hongjun quickly covered his nose and said exaggeratedly.

"There isn't a single part of you that isn't disgusting. You should thank me, because what I'm doing now is purifying you." Jiang Siming gathered his soul power into a blade and swung it; the setting sun looked like blood.

Jiang Siming didn't use the Zhuxian Sword; that would have been an insult to the blade.

Bu Le let out a miserable scream, trembling in a pool of blood. Instantly, the smell of blood and urine intertwined. None of the group felt any pity, and not wanting to stay a moment longer, they hurried away.

It is unknown how much time passed, but Bu Le lay there alone, the blood covering the ground seemingly unrelated to him. He stared blankly at the sky. Being a level 40 Soul Sect, he didn't die from blood loss, but his entire spirit seemed to have shattered.

"Siming, I must never provoke you in the future. I don't want to never be happy again," Dai Mubai said sheepishly. The other boys secretly agreed.

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. If they do, then they are just asking for it. In that case, I have no choice, because the only way to treat someone who is asking for trouble is to beat them until they are sick," Jiang Siming said helplessly.

The group naturally understood this logic. They were all soul masters, even if they were only eleven or twelve years old. But which of them didn't have a mind comparable to an adult's?

"Let's go find the teacher quickly. I have to warn you, your opponents today aren't easy to deal with. It might be a bit of a challenge for you. After all, that is a team composed entirely of Soul Elders, and they have some special abilities. Plus, I suspect the Grandmaster will restrict some of your abilities. The reason he didn't before was probably to let you experience the taste of victory. This time is the real test of your strength," Jiang Siming said, acting mysterious.

Everyone nodded.

"Brother Siming, are they your friends?" Tang San asked, feeling a bit confused.

"Xiao San, didn't I tell you that Siming is a gold-tier soul fighter?" Dai Mubai patted Tang San on the shoulder, his eyes conveying the message: Are you looking for a beating?

"They aren't friends, I just beat them up once," Jiang Siming raised his finger and waved it, looking extremely arrogant.

The group looked helpless, already accustomed to Jiang Siming's love for showing off.

"Brother Siming, you just said they have some special abilities. What exactly are they?" Tang San continued to ask.