Can't Afford to Lose and Wants to Transfer Schools? Su Hang Directly Blocks the Path

"What I have said, this young lady stands by."

Ning Rongrong retracted the Seven Treasures Token into her palm, standing half a step in front of Su Hang as her skirt swayed gently in the breeze.

The area around the Training Ground suddenly erupted into noise.

"The Seven Treasures Little Princess is really siding with Boss Su?"

"This kind of prestige has to be a first for Notting Academy."

"Tang San wanted to keep the Seven Treasures out of it, but she just went and picked a side."

Xiao Chenyu patted Wang Sheng on the shoulder, his entire demeanor perking up.

"See that? That's what you call a high-level play. Once the Seven Treasures Token comes out, Tang San's rhetoric goes straight out the window."

Wang Sheng hugged his breakfast bag tighter.

"I only care about one thing: whether Tang San's Poison Needles will still be flying around everywhere."

Tang San stood by the wooden post with his sleeves hanging low; the Fine Needles that had fallen earlier had already been collected by Teacher Zhao into a Wooden Box.

He did not look at Xiao Chenyu or Wang Sheng, instead directing his words toward Ning Rongrong.

"Miss Ning, you represent the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Is it appropriate for you to interfere in the internal disputes of the academy like this?"

Ning Rongrong turned around, spinning the Seven Treasures Token half a circle between her fingers.

"Don't you dare try to pin a high-handed label on me."

Tang San took a step forward.

"I am merely reminding you that the stance of a sect and personal preferences should not be conflated."

Yu Xiaogang chimed in, hands behind his back, struggling to suppress the embarrassment from moments ago.

"Miss Ning, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect holds a special status. Your declaration of a 'distinguished guest' today could easily lead to an imbalance in the academy's disciplinary actions."

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes at the comment and stepped directly to Su Hang's side.

"You two are certainly good with words. Yesterday, investigating Brother Su Hang was called 'academy security,' but today, investigating Poison Needles is called 'imbalance'?"

Someone in the crowd of students immediately chimed in.

"That's right! Those Poison Needles almost rolled right to our feet."

"You can't just pretend this didn't happen."

Teacher Zhao clutched the Registration Log, sweat beading on his forehead once again.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang, then at Ning Rongrong, feeling trapped and uncomfortable in the middle.

Ning Rongrong, however, did not give him a chance to dodge.

She walked up to Teacher Zhao and slapped the Seven Treasures Token down onto the cover of the Registration Log.

"Teacher Zhao, first, complete the record for Tang San's Poison Needles."

The pen in Teacher Zhao's hand nearly slipped from his fingers.

"Miss Ning, this... a portion of it has already been registered."

Ning Rongrong raised a hand and pointed at the Wooden Box.

"The Sleeve Arrow yesterday, the Fine Needles today—the tips are coated in poison, flying wildly across the Training Ground."

She pressed the Seven Treasures Token harder against the Registration Log.

"Write all of this down clearly. Don't try to brush it off as a mere training mishap."

Yu Xiaogang's face immediately soured as he flicked his sleeve to the side.

"It was indeed a training mishap. Tang San has just acquired his First Spirit Skill, and the backlash of the Poison Pattern is a matter of adjustment."

Ning Rongrong turned to look at him.

"And Poison Needles flying toward students is also called 'adjustment'?"

Yu Xiaogang's words caught in his throat.

Ning Rongrong pressed on.

"If Su Hang hadn't stopped them, who would the injured party go to?"

She raised a hand and pointed at Tang San.

"Would they go to your disciple, or to you, his teacher?"

Teacher Zhao hurriedly flipped open the Registration Log, his pen tip moving rapidly.

"Recording, recording, I'll finish it right away."

Xiao Chenyu clicked his tongue from the sidelines.

"Teacher Zhao's pen is writing at the fastest speed of his entire Spirit Master career today."

Wang Sheng added in a low voice.

"Can't help it. When the Seven Treasures Token is urging you on, who can withstand the pressure?"

Xiao Wu stepped forward, her words even more blunt.

"Tang San, you always let others pay the price for your growth."

She counted off on her fingers.

"Your Blue Silver Grass leaks, so you make the teacher patch it up."

"You use Hidden Weapons for sneak attacks, so you make the rules take the blame."

"You let Poison Needles fly everywhere, so you make your classmates dodge."

Xiao Wu lifted her chin.

"Does your practicing as a Control-type mean everyone else has to serve as your target practice?"

The atmosphere around the Training Ground shifted completely to one side.

"That makes sense."

"We should probably stay further away during Tang San's training from now on."

"I don't want to end up with extra holes in my feet just so someone else can improve."

Tang San's fingers, hidden beneath his sleeves, gripped the fabric before quickly relaxing.

"I accept the registration, and I accept the restrictions."

He paused, then continued.

"But Su Hang seized control of my martial soul yesterday; that matter still requires an explanation."

Only then did Su Hang take two steps forward.

He was neither hurried nor did he raise his voice.

"Yesterday you brought Poison Arrows to investigate me, and today you're letting Poison Needles fly everywhere."

Su Hang looked at the Registration Log in Teacher Zhao's hands.

"The order is simple: first, we check for things that can hurt people."

Teacher Zhao nodded immediately.

"That makes sense, that makes sense. Safety first."

Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened.

"Su Hang, you keep avoiding the issue of your own abilities."

Su Hang looked at him.

"My abilities are out in the open, while your Hidden Weapons are tucked into your sleeves."

He pointed toward the Wooden Box.

"Everyone just saw who really owes an explanation."

Xiao Chenyu immediately chimed in.

"Public Spirit Skills versus hidden Poison Needles—that seems fair enough to me."

Wang Sheng followed up with a jab.

"I suggest Tang San report the weight of his sleeves before heading out from now on."

Laughter rippled through the group of students again.

Tang San stood firmly, but the slight emptiness in his sleeves was plain for everyone to see, clearly throwing him off.

Ning Chuan walked out from behind the crowd, lowering his voice.

"Young Miss, with the Seven Treasures Token glowing like this, it will be very difficult for the Sect Master to handle."

Ning Rongrong did not turn back.

"Uncle Ning Chuan, I know."

Ning Chuan stopped behind her.

"If you know, Young Miss, then you should hold back a little."

Ning Rongrong picked the Seven Treasures Token up from the Registration Log and hooked it back onto her waist.

"I held back before because my father and the others were shielding me."

She looked at Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.

"I'm not holding back today because someone tried to use the Seven Treasures to intimidate me."

Ning Chuan tried to persuade her further.

"Young Miss."

Ning Rongrong cut him off directly.

"Go back and tell Father that I am not acting recklessly."

She paused, then added one more sentence.

"I am learning to make my own choices."

Hearing this, Xiao Wu did not retort.

Su Hang also stood to the side, not stepping in to speak for Ning Rongrong.

Teacher Zhao closed the Registration Log and made an announcement on the spot.

"Effective today, student Tang San's use of Hidden Weapons is restricted."

He glanced at Tang San and added more specific details.

"Public training must be supervised by a teacher, and poison needle-type items are not permitted in areas where students are spectating."

Tang San nodded.

"I accept."

Yu Xiaogang, however, was unwilling to let it go.

"Teacher Zhao, this will affect Tang San's training progress."

Teacher Zhao hugged the Registration Log to his chest.

"Mr. Yu, the academy must also look after the safety of the other students."

Ning Rongrong walked back to Su Hang's side, stopping just a few paces in front of Tang San.

"Tang San, you should worry about your Poison Needles before you try to lecture this young lady on where to stand."

As these words fell, the Training Ground erupted into a buzz of excitement.

Xiao Chenyu gave a direct thumbs-up.

"Seven Treasures Little Princess, that line was satisfying today."

Wang Sheng nodded.

"Write that down; use it to shut Tang San up whenever he opens his mouth from now on."

Tang San did not argue.

He gathered the demonstration pieces scattered across the wooden platform, his movements steady and precise.

Yet, the Wooden Box that had been confiscated was no longer by his side.

Yu Xiaogang walked to his side and lowered his voice.

"The environment at Notting Academy is too chaotic; staying here any longer will be detrimental to you."

Tang San nodded slightly.

"Changing locations might be more suitable for proving the worth of the Control System."

The words were not loud, but Su Hang heard them clearly.

Xiao Wu turned her head immediately.

"They want to leave?"

Ning Rongrong tilted her chin up.

"Changing places to keep practicing with Poison Needles?"

Su Hang stepped forward to stand before Tang San, blocking his path.

The discussions in the Training Ground slowly died down.

Su Hang looked at Tang San, his tone flat.

"Since Grandmaster has already brought up changing the academy environment."

He paused, then continued.

"Tang San, do you dare to leave Notting with me?"