Tang San's Daily Torment

Ning Chuan said gravely, "This way, we'll only be picked off one by one."

"And what brilliant idea do you have?" Tang San retorted stubbornly.

"Our goal is to last One Incense Stick's Time, not defeat him. Charging in like that would just be serving ourselves up on a platter." Ning Chuan laid out his strategy. "Let's adjust our formation. Ning Rongrong will provide support, I'll handle the frontal attack, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing will keep him occupied and support each other, while Tang San will continue restraining him and protect the Support Spirit Master. At the same time, I want you all to remember this: our main objective isn't defeating Teacher Zhao, but stalling for time. Especially you two, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing—don't get greedy for credit. The moment you land a hit, whether it works or not, retreat from the target immediately. Also, Xiao Wu, don't use your Second Soul Skill. A Spirit Sage's mental power is beyond anything you can imagine. If you suffer backlash, you'll pass out on the spot."

After hearing Ning Chuan's words, everyone stared dumbfounded. Even Tang San could find no reason to argue.

Ning Chuan then made a few more simple arrangements. Before long, the incense burned out, and Zhao Wuji took out another stick. "All right, we can begin."

Before Zhao Wuji could light it, Ning Rongrong was already the first to act.

"Seven Treasures Turn Out With Glazed Light!"

She spun once on the spot, and dazzling seven-colored radiance immediately burst from her body. A foot-tall Seven-Colored Treasure Pagoda appeared in Ning Rongrong's right palm.

"First: Strength!"

"Second: Speed!"

With a light tap of her left hand, the first and second levels of the pagoda each fired three beams of colored light in succession. They sank into Ning Chuan, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing. Tang San was mainly responsible for restricting Zhao Wuji's movements, while Ning Rongrong could currently support no more than three people at once. She could only enhance the three of them first, then add him afterward.

The instant the colored light entered their bodies, Ning Chuan and the other two immediately felt a warm energy filling every part of them. At the same time, they felt their bodies brimming with strength, light as feathers, their speed greatly increased.

Seeing Ning Rongrong's spirit, Zhao Wuji was somewhat surprised. He immediately stopped hesitating, lit the incense, and casually tossed it into the ground.

Then, without even summoning his spirit, he crouched slightly and slammed both fists into the ground at once.

Thanks to Ning Chuan's arrangements, the five were prepared. They all leaped up simultaneously.

As they dodged the shockwave, Ning Chuan took the lead. He summoned the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword Spirit, though he still did not reveal his spirit rings. Sweeping forward from the front, he charged at Zhao Wuji.

When Zhao Wuji saw that they had actually anticipated his ground smash, a hint of a smile appeared on his face instead. Seeing Ning Chuan pounce at him, he did not dodge. He merely raised his right hand unhurriedly, intending to catch the blade barehanded.

Yet when Ning Chuan was five meters away, he suddenly soared high into the air. Three spirit rings—yellow, purple, and purple—appeared abruptly, and his First Spirit Ring lit up. The Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, originally only three feet long, suddenly transformed into a seven- or eight-meter-long green Light Sword.

Ning Chuan gripped the sword with both hands and brought it down in a Mountain Splitting Chop.

"Fuck! Two Thousand Year Spirit Rings!"

Caught off guard by the sudden sight, Zhao Wuji could not help swearing.

Not just him—even Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Tang San, Ning Rongrong, and Dai Mubai were utterly shocked. Tang San in particular had fallen into self-doubt. If not for the entrance examination, he would likely have shut himself away already.

In his haste, Zhao Wuji only had time to raise both arms to block.

Yet he was still sent flying by that enormous green Light Sword.

Before he could land, Tang San summoned his Blue Silver Grass Spirit. His two Yellow Spirit Rings lit up at the same time, and blue-black vines covered in thorns suddenly lashed out, Binding Zhao Wuji's left leg and yanking him back.

"Xiao Wu, Zhuqing!"

At Ning Chuan's command, the two moved at once. Xiao Wu was slower than Zhu Zhuqing, so Zhu Zhuqing grabbed her hand and flung her forward. Then, relying on the agility and attack traits of her Netherworld Spirit Cat Spirit, Zhu Zhuqing caught up to Xiao Wu. Their legs struck Zhao Wuji's waist simultaneously.

They kicked Zhao Wuji flying again, but neither of them pressed their luck. Using Zhao Wuji's body as leverage, they sprang backward.

"What the hell?" Zhao Wuji's curses rang out from midair. With a low roar, his body suddenly swelled, nearly doubling in both height and build. He instantly transformed into a humanoid gray bear.

Two yellow, two purple, and three black spirit rings—a total of seven dazzling rings—rose at once. The Blue Silver Grass Binding Zhao Wuji's legs shattered immediately.

"I'll start with you."

With his Blue Silver Grass broken, Tang San's face immediately turned pale. Zhao Wuji had set his sights on him. But at that moment, Ning Chuan had already rushed over in a single stride. From five meters away, he slashed out with his First Spirit Skill—Sword Light.

"Kid, do you really think you'll get away with that again?"

"First Spirit Skill—Immovable Bright King Body!"

Zhao Wuji sneered. His First Spirit Ring suddenly blazed brightly, erupting with intense golden light and directly bouncing back the seven- or eight-meter Light Sword formed from the Sword Light.

Ning Chuan dispersed the Sword Light, but instead of retreating, he advanced. A green Sword Light over three meters long extended from his left hand and slashed directly across Zhao Wuji, who had just unleashed the Immovable Bright King Body. Fire Star scattered everywhere. Though it did not send Zhao Wuji flying like before, it left a bloody mark across his face, which was already under Spirit Body Possession.

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, who had seized the opportunity, attacked. Unlike Dai Mubai's tiger claws, which were like sharp blades after Spirit Body Possession, Zhu Zhuqing's cat claws took the form of spikes. As they raked across Zhao Wuji's back, they produced a series of scraping sounds like metal striking metal.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiao Wu lowered her Scorpion Braid and wrapped it around Zhao Wuji's right ankle like a whip. She exerted her whole body at once. Though she failed to fling Zhao Wuji away, she did make his footing unsteady.

Zhao Wuji's face burned fiercely. When he touched it, he found that it was actually bleeding, and rage immediately surged within him. His Second Spirit Ring lit up, and his two fan-sized hands instantly turned into bear paws, swatting at the two who had ambushed him. But Ning Chuan knocked them aside with another Sword Light.

Bang!

Following Ning Chuan's earlier instructions, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing promptly opened the distance.

At this moment, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Second Soul Skill, Parasite, finally took effect. Clumps of thorn-covered blue-black vines extended from Zhao Wuji's body, wrapping him into a dumpling in the blink of an eye.

Ning Chuan's Third Spirit Ring lit up, and his entire body turned transparent green.

Just as Zhao Wuji broke free from Tang San's soul skill, he saw Ning Chuan slashing toward him. Without thinking, he activated his Third Soul Skill, Gravity Squeeze.

In an instant, the bodies of Ning Chuan's group of five, aside from Dai Mubai in the distance, suddenly became heavy. Their feet seemed trapped in a swamp, and their speed plummeted. Yet Ning Chuan only paused for a moment before acting as if nothing had happened. He transferred the Side Effect to Tang San.