The Scumbag Gets Bitten

With the matter of accepting disciples on Linghu Island settled, although he would inevitably have to give away a priceless Supreme Treasure in the future, Wind-Thunder Venerable was still in a good mood.

This newly accepted disciple is a spitting image of her when she was young.

As for what Supreme Treasure? The wind blows away the eggshell, wealth disappears but people find peace.

Hehe~

The petite figure of Wind-Thunder Venerable became even more exquisite, with silver lightning patterns embroidered on the collar and sleeves, and electric light flashing as she moved. She stood on tiptoe, and although she looked like a child who had not yet lost her childishness, her tone was casual and mature. With a wave of her short little hand, she had a bit of the demeanor of Venerable.

"Alright, go back and pack your things. I'll go and inform that old bastard Ganwu that I'll take you back to my Wind-Thunder Secret Realm to settle down in a few days."

Tang Ping had just replied, "Yes, Master," when he paused and quickly asked, "Master, if I may be so bold as to ask, what is the true nature of your relationship with the Ganwu Kingdom Lord?"

His eyes gleamed, clearly indicating that he was hoping to use his master's name to solicit some gifts. Although Ganwu was the most powerful among the Venerable, even losing a hair from such a big shot was an enormous fortune for someone of his Universe Level.

Wind-Thunder Venerable and Thunder glanced at him sideways.

This kid is full of ulterior motives, just like how he used to stare at his master's treasures with shining eyes back then.

She took two steps forward, and because of her petite figure, she had to tilt her head slightly to meet Tang Ping's gaze. Then she flicked her fingers into a mudra, with tiny arcs of lightning swirling around her fingertips, and gently touched Tang Ping's forehead.

"Don't get any funny ideas."

"Ouch!" The light flick made Tang Ping wince in pain.

"That guy Ganwu is notoriously stingy; he's being generous by giving you any money at all. If you really ask him to prepare a gift for you, I'll end up owing him a favor, and that would be a huge loss for me."

Tang Ping clutched his aching forehead, tears welling in his eyes. His master's "Transmission Finger, though seemingly casual, felt like being struck by lightning when it hit his head, causing excruciating pain.

Seeing her disciple's aggrieved expression, Wind-Thunder Venerable burst into laughter, crossing her arms and chuckling with smugness in her silvery voice. The hem of her black robe swept lightly across the ground with her movements, revealing a section of pink socks embroidered with thunder patterns.

Back then, that's how her master "reprimanded" her. Now, her unique finger technique, honed over tens of thousands of years, has finally found its place.

"Master!" Tang Ping was in pain, but he couldn't forget his business. He stubbornly asked again, "When I go with you, can I take my two wives with me?"

As we all know, life always favors those with thick skin.

"Bang!" Another finger flicked across his forehead, this time with even more force than before.

"Ah!" Tang Ping finally couldn't hold back anymore, and tears streamed down his face from the pain.

Wind-Thunder Venerable turned around with her hands behind her back, her petite figure displaying an unfathomable demeanor. She said coldly, "The Gentle embrace of women is a hero's home, but lust is a double-edged sword. I'll grant your request this time, but if you fall into the hands of a woman in the future and dare to come begging to me with a mournful face, don't blame me for throwing you into the Thunder Marsh to temper your heart!"

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"Thank you, Master!" Tang Ping immediately stopped crying and smiled gratefully.

When he looked up again, the frozen space and time around him had resumed their flow, and the black-clad loli who had been standing in front of him had vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint ripple of lightning on the surface of the spirit lake.

Tang Ping turned around and saw Huo Wu just coming back to her senses, rubbing her dazed temples. She had no recollection of having her senses blocked by the Venerable. She was just looking at the two of them dressed neatly and tilting her head curiously.

"Third Brother, why are we all dressed all of a sudden? Weren't we just talking about the secret realm?"

Tang Ping immediately wiped the smile off his face, replaced it with a look of utter grief, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Wu, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

Seeing his Huo Wu expression, Huo Wu's heart sank to the bottom. She forced a smile, her voice trembling slightly, "Let's... let's talk about the bad news first. The good things are always saved for last, aren't they?"

Tang Ping lowered his eyes, his tone heavy. "Just now, a powerful expert with unfathomable cultivation came over and said that my behavior in the secret realm was against the rules. He told me to pack my things and leave the Ganwu Secret Realm immediately."

"Ah?" Huo Wu suddenly covered her mouth, startled and took a half step back.

In this dog-eat-dog world, a lone individual without background or power is like a piece of duckweed in the wind, easily crushed to pieces with the slightest misstep.

After the initial shock, Huo Wu rushed forward and hugged Tang Ping tightly, pressing his head against her warm heart. Her slender fingers gently stroked his hair, her voice unusually firm.

"Third Brother, no matter what the reason, I believe in you. With your talent, even if you leave here, you can still make a name for yourself! Where are you planning to go? To the Ganwu Dojo? I'll go with you! This dilapidated secret realm is unreliable; we might as well leave!"

Tang Ping nestled in the soft embrace, the faint scent of herbs emanating from Huo Wu filling his nostrils, and he completely relaxed.

A beauty as lovely as jade, so comfortable~

So this is what love is!

Of course, he also knew clearly that in the end, Xiao Wu valued his talent, not his handsome face, strong body, humorous personality, or kind nature.

This is reality!

Therefore, investing in yourself is the best choice rather than spending money to please others. As long as you remain strong, there will always be young and beautiful girls who like you.

The two embraced for a moment, then Huo Wu suddenly seemed to remember something and asked curiously, "By the way, Third Brother, now that you've told me the bad news, what's the good news?"

"Oh, good news." Tang Ping scratched his head casually, "That powerful figure from earlier thought I had some talent and took me as her disciple. She wants to take me home and said she can bring both of you along."

"Huh?!" Huo Wu shoved him away abruptly, her bright, peach-blossom eyes widening in shock, her previously worried gaze instantly igniting with fury.

In that brief moment, she had already rehearsed hundreds of episodes of a melodramatic love story in her mind: taking Tang Ping back to her tribe to live in seclusion, the two of them cultivating together by the stream every day, cooking in a bamboo hut, having a bunch of lovely children in the future, and if the children inherited their talents, doing everything in their power to help them enter prestigious families—

It contained sweet everyday moments, passionate moments of overcoming difficulties together, and even a tragic love story of being chased by enemies—but it turned out that this bastard made it all up to deceive her!

"You big bastard!" Huo Wu gritted her teeth and squeezed out these three words. Before Tang Ping could explain, she lowered her head and bit down hard.

"Awoo~!"

"Ah!"

A piercing scream echoed through the void.