Tang San's Poison Needles Were Deadly; Gu Linyuan Happened to Have a Needle Too

"Mubai. Zhu Qing was unconscious, and when she came back, instead of caring about her condition, you immediately started questioning her."

"Who would ever like someone like you?"

Listening to Dai Mubai mutter to himself, Ning Rongrong could not help but mock him.

"Is that so?"

Dai Mubai was stunned as well.

Faced with Ning Rongrong's sarcasm, he surprisingly did not argue back.

"Hmph. You're nowhere near as good as Third Brother."

Ning Rongrong curled her lips.

Her impression of Tang San had not worsened because of his sneak attack that day. Instead, she regarded him more highly.

Once he had decided that Long Yuan was his opponent, he had not hesitated to strike to kill.

That sort of decisiveness was something Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun absolutely did not possess.

There was no right or wrong in this world, only strength and weakness, winners and losers. Although Tang San had done nothing wrong, it seemed that he had failed.

Judging by Zhu Qing's expression when she returned, Long Yuan seemed to be fine.

"I don't know why, but whenever Long Yuan comes up, I can't help thinking of Gu Linyuan. Is it because they both have Yuan in their names?"

"Although Long Yuan's Martial Soul resembles Gu Linyuan's Martial Soul in appearance, they are ultimately two different things. Besides, Long Yuan cannot be Gu Linyuan. No matter how amazing Brother Yuan is, he couldn't possibly go from level ten to level twenty-seven in just one month. Impossible."

"Brother Yuan is actually quite good. If he could cultivate normally, he probably wouldn't be much worse than Tang San."

Thinking of Gu Linyuan, Ning Rongrong felt a trace of sorrow in her heart.

She had originally thought that after coming to Shrek Academy and meeting so many people her own age, she would forget about Gu Linyuan over the past four years.

But the more she saw the strange and bizarre personalities of Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, the more she missed Gu Linyuan.

Even Tang San, she had seen through.

Perhaps Xiao Wu could endure Tang San because she had grown up with him. Ning Rongrong would never be able to become partners with someone as calculating as Tang San.

"Brother Yuan really is wonderful. If he could cultivate normally, he and I would probably be an even happier couple than Xiao Wu and Tang San. What a pity there are no ifs..."

"Father once said that dragons do not dwell with snakes. I do not have Father's abilities, so I cannot win over two Title Douluo willing to devote their lives to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I can only use my marriage contract to bind a genius to me... and Brother Yuan..."

"Long Yuan is actually quite good. I wonder what kind of girl he likes. And what exactly is his relationship with Zhu Qing?"

Ning Rongrong pressed her lips together.

As she thought about it, a strange gleam appeared in her beautiful eyes.

From such close range, he had still emerged unscathed from Tang San's hidden weapons.

Long Yuan was definitely the most mysterious person she had ever met.

"Hmph. I refuse to believe that there's a man this young lady can't win over."

"They say a woman pursuing a man is separated only by a thin veil. At worst, I'll just take more initiative."

Ning Rongrong proudly raised her chin.

If she could bring Long Yuan back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it would count as returning home in glory.

A month passed.

Gu Linyuan did not return to the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City.

However, the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena personally came to apologize. They had originally intended to kill Tang San to make an example of him, but someone holding a Spirit Hall elder's token had stepped in to help Tang San out.

The people of Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena could do nothing to Tang San and could only forbid him from entering the arena again.

"Yu Xiaogang really knows how to throw Spirit Hall's weight around."

"He was clearly expelled from Spirit Hall, and he curses Spirit Hall nonstop, yet whenever he goes out, every bit of status he has comes from Spirit Hall."

Gu Linyuan shook his head.

He knew that Yu Xiaogang had stepped forward to settle this matter.

But Gu Linyuan despised him for it.

Everything Yu Xiaogang ate and used came from Spirit Hall, and even his status had been given to him by Spirit Hall.

Without Spirit Hall's publicity, what kind of so-called theory master would he be? Not to mention that Yu Xiaogang had always relied on Spirit Hall's status to get things done.

"But I'm not in a hurry. By my calculations, it should be about time."

"Oscar has broken through to level thirty. The Shrek group should be heading out to obtain his Soul Ring."

"Tang San. You don't think this matter between us is over, do you? Everything is only just beginning."

The corner of Gu Linyuan's mouth lifted.

If he wanted to kill Tang San, it would be easy.

But he did not want Tang San to die yet. Otherwise, would he not be terribly bored down here in the mortal realm?

His God King mother had not brought Ah Yin down yet.

"Tang San lived two lives, yet lost his mother young in both of them. Going without a mother for two lifetimes is quite pitiful."

"I can let Tang San meet his real mother. What a great benevolent person I am."

"Tang San's poison needles are deadly, and I happen to have a needle too. One that's very thick and long. If Ah Yin is brought down here..."

Gu Linyuan hurriedly shook the wild thoughts from his mind.

Ever since he had been able to cultivate again, his body had been brimming with energy.

As the owner of the Tree of Life, he possessed practically inexhaustible vitality.

Meanwhile, the Origin of Destruction stimulated him, filling him with the urge to destroy everything.

Sometimes, even when he tried his best to restrain himself, he could not help letting his thoughts run wild.

Perhaps all creatures with vigorous life force were like this. Dragons, for example, were the strongest creatures in nature, yet dragons were inherently lustful.

"Perhaps I really should find a girlfriend soon."

Gu Linyuan lay on his bed with his hands behind his head, gazing at the ceiling as he muttered to himself.

Two figures unconsciously emerged in his mind.

One was frosty and aloof, her slender and enchanting figure outlined by black leather clothing. Her pale eyes were like ice in winter, yet at some moment, they would melt into a pool of spring water.

The other was noble as fire, her golden hair cascading like a waterfall. The phantom of a Six-Winged Angel spread its wings behind her, as though she were a goddess who had stepped out of legend.

Zhu Zhuqing.

Qian Renxue.

Gu Linyuan closed his eyes, a helpless curve appearing at the corner of his lips.

"Both of them are trouble."

He said softly.

"Hmph. Pervert. What are you thinking about now? What trouble?"

A cool voice tinged with coquettish annoyance suddenly rang out in the room.

Gu Linyuan abruptly opened his eyes.

A figure had appeared by the window at some unknown time.

A fragrant feminine scent drifted over with her.

"Qian Renxue?"

Gu Linyuan sat up, his gaze falling on the woman by the window as his pupils slightly contracted.

Her attire today was completely different from before.

She was no longer wearing that luxurious golden gown. Instead, she wore a moon-white palace dress, tailored to perfection and outlining every curve of her figure.

The top of the palace dress had a low-cut design, exposing a stretch of snowy collarbone and a hint of soft, full curves. Under the moonlight, that pale skin glowed with the warm luster of jade, rising and falling slightly with her breathing, enough to make any man unable to look away.

A silver sash cinched her waist, making it seem slender enough to fit in one hand and rendering the curves before her chest all the more breathtaking. The hem of her palace dress fell to her ankles, swaying softly as she moved like rippling water.

Most captivating of all were her eyes.

Those golden eyes were looking at Gu Linyuan with an ambiguous half-smile. As her gaze shifted, they carried both lofty pride and an indescribable allure.

What is going on with this woman? Why does she suddenly seem so feminine?

Gu Linyuan's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

He would never believe that this look had not been carefully prepared.

That snowy expanse before her chest... Qian Renxue wore palace dresses with such low necklines now?

Gu Linyuan had learned one lesson from Zhu Zhuqing: women were never slow to warm up.

Now, he suddenly realized another truth. Women were never truly that conservative; it was simply that the stakes had not been high enough.

"Why are you here again?"

"What? I'm not allowed to come? Hmph. I already know who you really are. Your mother is the Goddess of Life, and your father is the God King of Destruction. Am I right?" Qian Renxue raised her chin.

"Oh? You're quite clever. But why are you talking with your head held so high? They're not your parents." Gu Linyuan smiled.

"You."

Qian Renxue bit her teeth in frustration.

That was true.

Those two God Kings had nothing to do with her now.

And she and Gu Linyuan did not have any relationship either.

"Forget it. Since you're here, you can help me with something."

"What is it?" Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow.

"I need to obtain my third Soul Ring."

Qian Renxue was startled, but quickly regained her composure.

As the child of God Kings, even if Gu Linyuan's cultivation suddenly rose to level ninety-nine in the blink of an eye, she would find it normal.

Dragons begat dragons, phoenixes begat phoenixes. Even if a God King's child did not become a God King in the future, he should at least become a First-Class God.

Then her golden eyes narrowed slightly, and a meaningful curve formed on her lips.

"Have you really started treating me like free labor?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, making that exposed patch of snowy skin all the more eye-catching.

"I just got here, and you're already putting me to work?"

Though she spoke that way, a faint flash of delight passed through her eyes.

"Don't want to? Then forget it. I'll go myself."

"Who said I didn't want to?"

Qian Renxue hurriedly spoke, her voice half a beat faster than before.

Then she realized she had lost her composure. She gave a light cough and resumed her noble, aloof expression.

"What I mean is... since you asked, this young lady will reluctantly help you once."

She raised her pale neck like a proud white swan.

"But remember this. You owe me a favor."

"Fine, I owe you a favor."

Gu Linyuan curled his lips.