Brutally Bullying Tang San

Flanders swept his gaze over those seated at the table, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Where are Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun? Where did they run off to?"

Tang San set down his fork and answered truthfully, "Boss Dai and Fatty said they were going out to eat. They went into the city an hour ago and still haven't returned."

Flanders sighed softly, a trace of helplessness flashing through his eyes.

Ever since Dai Mubai had joined Shrek Academy, he had spent all day indulging himself among the flowers. There was no need to guess where he had gone again.

As for Ma Hongjun, because of the flaw in his martial soul, he had to suppress his evil fire at all times, so it was nothing unusual.

"Forget it." Flanders did not say much more. He turned to Yang Jian. "From now on, you'll be classmates. Get along well and be united and friendly."

Yang Jian nodded, his face calm, but he sneered inwardly.

Get along well?

United and friendly?

Not slaughtering everyone at Shrek Academy would already be a sign of my kindness.

"Alright, introduce yourselves first." Flanders raised his chin toward Tang San and the others. "Get to know one another."

Tang San was the first to rise, his voice steady. "Tang San, twelve years old, level twenty-nine control-system Battle Soul Master. Martial soul: Blue Silver Grass."

Xiao Wu immediately stood as well, hands on her hips and a playful look on her face. "Xiao Wu, twelve years old, level twenty-nine agility-attack-system Battle Soul Master. Martial soul: Soft Bone Rabbit."

Ning Rongrong rose elegantly, lifting her chin slightly with an innate hint of pride. "Ning Rongrong, twelve years old, level twenty-six support-system Tool Soul Master. Martial soul: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

Oscar stood as well. "Oscar, twelve years old, level thirty food-system Tool Soul Master. Martial soul: sausage."

Zhu Zhuqing was the last.

She set down her chopsticks and rose, her voice cold as ice. "Zhu Zhuqing, twelve years old, level twenty-seven agility-attack-system Battle Soul Master. Martial soul: Netherworld Civet."

Once everyone had finished introducing themselves, Flanders nodded in satisfaction and looked at Yang Jian.

"It's already late. I'll arrange a place for you to stay first. We can talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow."

Before he had even finished speaking, Ning Rongrong suddenly stepped forward.

"There's no need, Dean Flanders." Her voice was crisp and pleasant, and she wore a sweet smile. "Go get some rest. I can take Yang Jian to where he'll be staying."

Flanders glanced at her without thinking much of it, then nodded. "Alright, I'll leave it to you."

Tang San and the others, however, wore strange expressions.

They had spent some time with Ning Rongrong and all knew the young miss's temperament.

Other than Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong disliked every boy she saw.

Why had she suddenly changed her attitude today?

Oscar's expression was especially ugly. He secretly glanced at Yang Jian, his heart bitter with jealousy.

After Flanders and Zhao Wuji left, Ning Rongrong immediately moved close to Yang Jian and said with a beaming smile, "Come on, I'll take you to the dormitory."

Seeing how enthusiastic she was toward him, Yang Jian could not help but picture Chen Xin and Gu Rong again. He almost could not hold it in, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly.

Ning Rongrong blinked. "What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing." Yang Jian suppressed his smile.

"Then let's go." Ning Rongrong turned to head outside.

"No rush." Yang Jian shook his head. "I'd like to get acquainted with these people first."

As he spoke, he walked toward Tang San and stopped in front of him.

Tang San raised his head and looked at the youth, who was much taller than himself. A faint unease rose in his heart.

Yang Jian looked down at Tang San, his gaze calm.

So this was the future Tang Buddha Ancestor?

He looked so ordinary. Toss him into a crowd, and no one would be able to pick him out.

A trace of killing intent flashed through his eyes.

If I kill Tang San right here, it'll save me a lot of trouble in the future.

Spirit Hall probably wouldn't be destroyed either.

With my current strength, killing Tang San shouldn't be much harder than killing an ant.

However, the instant that killing intent surfaced—

The Eight-Nine Mysteries suddenly began circulating on its own.

Yang Jian's pupils contracted slightly.

On Tang San's body, he saw a crimson thread.

The thread extended from the top of Tang San's head and shot into the sky, radiating an aura that made one's heart tremble.

This aura did not belong to a human.

Yang Jian frowned.

A god.

Only a god could radiate such an aura.

And among the gods connected to Tang San, there were only the Sea God and the Asura God.

Judging by the color of the thread and that sharp, domineering pressure—

It was not difficult to infer that it belonged to the Asura God.

It seemed the Asura God had begun paying attention to Tang San even earlier than expected.

This was troublesome.

If he killed Tang San directly, he would definitely draw the Asura God's attention.

He was powerful now, and with the Howling Celestial Dog, he could even be called invincible in the mortal realm. But there was still a considerable gap between him and a god.

Especially since the Asura God was a God King, making him even more formidable.

Yang Jian never fought battles he was not sure of winning.

Since it could not be done, he quickly withdrew his killing intent and began considering things from another angle.

Tang San could not be killed, but that did not mean he could not be brutally bullied.

As long as he stole all of Tang San's opportunities and turned him completely into trash, Tang San would no longer be a threat in the future.

Besides, if he was given a little more time to grow, it was not as though he could not fight a god.

Based on his understanding of the Eight-Nine Mysteries, as long as he cultivated it to the seventh level and unlocked Heavenly Transformation, ordinary gods should no longer pose a threat to him.

After thinking it over, Yang Jian made his decision.

He extended a hand toward Tang San, a faint smile on his lips.

"You're Tang San, right? Nice to meet you. I hope we can help each other from now on."

Tang San looked at the outstretched hand. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and shook it.

"I hope we can help each other."

The moment their hands met, Tang San's expression changed.

An immense force surged from Yang Jian's palm, clamping down on his hand like iron pincers.

Tang San hurriedly used Mysterious Jade Hand, turning his palm as hard as iron in an attempt to resist.

But it was useless.

Yang Jian's strength was simply too great.

Tang San's palm began twisting out of shape beneath Yang Jian's grip.

His bones let out a series of cracking sounds.

"Aah—!"

Tang San cried out in agony. He nearly dropped to his knees, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"What are you doing?!" Xiao Wu abruptly stood and reached out to pull Yang Jian away.

Yang Jian released his hand and swept his gaze toward Xiao Wu, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"Little rabbit, why are you so worked up?"

Xiao Wu froze.

Her eyes widened, her expression blank.

Little rabbit?

Was he just saying it casually, or did he mean something by it?

Xiao Wu's heartbeat suddenly sped up, and a chill crept up her spine.

Yang Jian had already withdrawn his gaze. Looking down at Tang San, he said casually, "Oops, I didn't control my strength. Sorry about that. Are you alright?"

Tang San looked at his twisted, deformed palm. He trembled all over from the pain, his eyes bloodshot as he panted heavily.

He knew Yang Jian had definitely done it on purpose.

But he did not dare say anything.