Ning Rongrong still wanted to ask something, but Dai Mubai hurriedly stopped her. "Rongrong, just remember this: the four of us made huge sacrifices to get a chance to beat Jiang Siming."
You'll Never Be Happy Again
After the farce ended, Jiang Siming and the others went out shopping. It didn't take long for them to regret it.
In less than half an hour, they'd gone from carrying bags to serving as mobile storage carts.
Zhu Zhuqing felt a little bad for Jiang Siming. She wanted to carry some of the things herself, but Ning Rongrong stopped her.
"Zhuqing, don't worry about him. He dragged a huge boulder around that day and ran so fast. These few things are nothing for him." Ning Rongrong said, winking provocatively at Jiang Siming.
"It's fine. As long as Zhuqing's happy." Jiang Siming looked at Zhu Zhuqing with a tender expression, paying no attention to Ning Rongrong's words. Ning Rongrong stomped her foot in frustration.
Jiang Siming thought to himself, You little brat. You think you can take me on?
The group continued shopping for a while.
"Shouldn't we head back? The teacher should still be waiting for us at the Soul Fighting Arena." Tang San sounded a little worried.
"Little San, you're overthinking it. The teacher didn't give us any instructions, so he obviously wanted us to relax a bit. Besides, Grandmaster wouldn't leave us any grounds to argue." Jiang Siming glanced at Tang San as he spoke.
As they walked along, a lecherous middle-aged man suddenly stepped in their way.
"Ladies, would you like to come have some fun with me? I'm Bu Le. I'll buy you drinks and Sausages," Bu Le said lecherously.
Bu Le had been eyeing the three girls for a while. He'd naturally noticed Jiang Siming and the others, too, but to him they were just a few servants, hardly worth worrying about. Even if they were bodyguards, what could a few brats do against a Soul Ancestor like him?
Tang San was about to speak, but Dai Mubai stopped him and quietly said, "Look at Siming's face. We don't need to worry about this. The other guy seems to have some strength, so we can see whether Siming's improved lately."
Jiang Siming was already in the worst of moods. Who could tolerate seeing his girlfriend harassed in public? He'd thought he'd missed the Bu Le storyline, but it turned out it was waiting for him here. In the original story, Ma Hongjun had burned that thing of his. Now Jiang Siming would make sure he'd never be happy again, too.
"Uncle, who are you? We don't know you. But you said there's fun to be had—what kind of fun?" Ning Rongrong smiled with innocent sweetness. If everyone didn't know she was nicknamed the little devil, they might have fallen for her act.
Truthfully, Ning Rongrong had only started having fun because she saw the dark clouds gathering over Jiang Siming's brow.
The other two girls didn't say much. Zhu Zhuqing glanced back at Jiang Siming, who gave her a reassuring look.
"Girls, your uncle will take you somewhere fun and treat you to something delicious! If you want good food and a good time, come with me," Bu Le said, his greedy gaze sweeping over the three girls.
"Brother Siming, are you still not going to do something? I feel like beating him up," Ma Hongjun said, indignation written all over his face.
"There are too many people around right now. We'll wait until we're somewhere quieter, then cripple him. His name's Bu Le, but I'll make sure he's never happy again!" Jiang Siming said coldly, a faint killing intent radiating from him.
At his words, Ma Hongjun shuddered and instinctively squeezed his legs together.
Bu Le leered. "Come with me. I'll take you there." He beckoned impatiently, afraid the group would leave. There were too many people around, after all, so he couldn't exactly use force.
In a narrow alley.
"Uncle Bu Le, where's the fun and tasty stuff you promised us?" Ning Rongrong asked, pretending to be frightened.
"Heh heh, girls, don't be in such a hurry. You'll see in a moment." Bu Le's smile grew even more lecherous.
"You brats in the back, if you know what's good for you, get lost. Don't ruin my fun, or I'll make sure you walk in here and get carried out!" Bu Le snarled at Jiang Siming and the others.
Jiang Siming couldn't hold back any longer. A gust of wind swept past them, and he had already planted a kick in Bu Le's chest.
Bu Le stared in terror at Jiang Siming, whose face was full of killing intent. For a moment, he couldn't even manage to beg for mercy.
"Weren't you just having a great time laughing? Where's the fun now? Is it fun?" Jiang Siming gave a wicked smile and silently activated Evil Aura, keeping its range within a meter of himself. Bu Le's fear instantly multiplied tenfold, and his screams grew louder.
Everyone saw Bu Le's reaction turn abruptly frantic. They couldn't understand what was happening, but they all knew Jiang Siming had to be behind it. Their curiosity and admiration for him grew. Zhu Zhuqing, meanwhile, looked blissful. It was the first time she'd seen Jiang Siming lose his temper so badly. She'd seen how his expression changed after Bu Le's lecherous gaze had swept over her.
"I won't kill you. That would be too easy on you," Jiang Siming said, glaring viciously at Bu Le.
In Bu Le's eyes, Jiang Siming looked like a demon from hell. He wanted to run, but couldn't. His body trembled uncontrollably.
Suddenly, the stench of urine filled the air.
"Damn, he pissed himself!" Ma Hongjun said theatrically, hurriedly covering his nose.
"There's not 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 Soul Power into a sword and swung it. The setting sun was stained with blood.
Jiang Siming hadn't used the Zhuxian Sword. That would have been far too insulting to it.
Bu Le let out a scream and trembled in a pool of blood. The stench of blood mingled with the stench of urine. None of them felt any pity for him, and they hurried away, not wanting to stay a moment longer.
No one knew how much time passed before Bu Le was left lying there alone. The blood covering the ground seemed to have nothing to do with him. He stared blankly at the sky. He was a level-forty Soul Ancestor, after all, so he hadn't died from blood loss. But his mind seemed to have completely unraveled.
"Siming, I'll make sure never to cross you. I don't want to never be happy again," Dai Mubai said uneasily. The other boys silently agreed.
"If no one offends me, I won't offend them. If someone does, it's their own fault. There's nothing I can do about it. The only way to treat someone who's begging for a beating is to beat them until they're sick of it," Jiang Siming said helplessly.
Everyone understood. They were all Soul Masters, even if they were only eleven or twelve. Every one of them had the maturity of an adult.
"Let's hurry and find the teacher. I should warn you: your opponents today won't be easy to handle. This could be a challenge for you. Their team is made up entirely of Soul Elders, and they have some special abilities, too. I also suspect Grandmaster will restrict some of your abilities. He didn't restrict them before because he probably wanted you to experience the taste of victory. This time will be the real test of your strength," Jiang Siming said mysteriously.
Everyone nodded.
"Brother Siming, are they your friends?" Tang San asked, confused.
"Little San, didn't I tell you Siming's a gold-ranked team fighter?" Dai Mubai patted Tang San on the shoulder, his eyes saying, You're really asking to get beat, aren't you?
"They're not exactly friends. I just beat them up once." Jiang Siming raised a finger and waved it, striking an extremely smug pose.
Everyone wore helpless expressions. They were already used to Jiang Siming showing off whenever he got the chance.
"Brother Siming, you said they have some special abilities. What are they?" Tang San pressed.