Tang San: We're Clearly on the Same Side, So Why Are You Taking an Outsider's Side?!

Tang San felt a deep sense of helplessness.

Level twenty-nine against level fifty—the gap was simply too great.

At this stage, he had yet to create any Tang Sect hidden weapons with tremendous destructive power. Even if he used every trump card he had, he probably still would not be Yang Jian's match.

He did not understand.

Why was Yang Jian targeting him?

They were meeting for the first time. There should not have been any grudge between them.

The others shared the same confusion.

Xiao Wu's expression was unpleasant.

Oscar looked utterly bewildered.

Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless, but a trace of contemplation flashed through her eyes.

Ning Rongrong frowned as she looked at Tang San's twisted palm, then at Yang Jian, feeling rather baffled.

However, she had already developed a favorable impression of Yang Jian, so she began making excuses for him. Perhaps Yang Jian had merely been careless and was just too strong.

She immediately stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Tang San, don't blame Yang Jian. He didn't do it on purpose."

She took several Gold Soul Coins from her pocket and casually tossed them in front of Tang San.

"Go see a doctor."

Tang San looked at the few Gold Soul Coins on the ground, his face flushing red.

Was this charity?

"Ning Rongrong!" Tang San's voice carried suppressed fury. "We're clearly on the same side, so why are you taking an outsider's side?!"

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes, looking impatient.

"Who's on the same side as you? I never acknowledged that."

She took out a few more Gold Soul Coins and tossed them before Tang San.

"There. If you think it isn't enough, I'll give you some more."

Tang San was so furious his lungs felt ready to explode.

"Bitch!"

The word slipped out.

Ning Rongrong's face instantly darkened.

"What did you say?"

"I said you're a bitch!" Tang San growled through gritted teeth.

Ning Rongrong was enraged.

She had grown up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, cherished by everyone around her. When had anyone ever called her a bitch to her face?

"You're the bitch! Your whole family is full of bitches!"

"You!"

"You what? Who do you think you are? A worthless trash with a Blue Silver Grass martial soul, and you dare insult me?"

Tang San trembled with rage and struggled to get to his feet.

Xiao Wu hurriedly grabbed him. "Third Brother, don't be impulsive!"

Oscar also ran over to mediate. "Stop arguing, stop arguing. We're all classmates..."

Zhu Zhuqing remained standing to the side, watching coldly.

Her gaze occasionally fell on Yang Jian. She could not shake the feeling that he had done it deliberately.

Though she had no proof, her instincts told her Yang Jian was not as simple as he appeared.

"Tut, tut, tut."

Yang Jian watched Tang San and Ning Rongrong curse at each other with great interest, a faint smile on his lips.

His gaze swept over Zhu Zhuqing, and he noticed that she was secretly studying him.

After some thought, Zhu Zhuqing was the only normal one among the Shrek Seven Monsters. Perhaps he could try getting close to her. It would be even better if he could pull her into Spirit Hall's camp.

"Can you take me to the dormitory?" Yang Jian walked over to Zhu Zhuqing, his voice calm.

Zhu Zhuqing froze slightly.

She had been wondering how to find an opportunity to speak with Yang Jian, yet he had unexpectedly approached her first.

Perhaps this was an opportunity to grow closer to him and learn how to become stronger.

"Okay." Zhu Zhuqing nodded and turned to leave the cafeteria.

Yang Jian followed her. He looked back at Tang San and Ning Rongrong, who were still cursing each other, as well as Xiao Wu and Oscar, who were still trying to break up the fight. A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Night had fully fallen.

Shrek Academy's dormitory area lay on a small hillside. Several rows of low, plain houses looked especially shabby beneath the moonlight.

Yang Jian and Zhu Zhuqing walked side by side along the dirt road, neither of them speaking.

Several times, Zhu Zhuqing wanted to start a conversation, but she did not know how to begin.

She was not usually fond of talking, much less taking the initiative to strike up conversations with others.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian was making plans in his mind.

Based on what he had observed earlier, Tang San should break through to level thirty within the next few days.

When the time came, Tang San would go to Star Dou Forest to hunt for his third soul ring, obtain the externally attached soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances, and Xiao Wu would be taken away by the Titan Giant Ape.

He would let them enjoy themselves for a few more days.

Once they entered Star Dou Forest, he would make his move and steal the Eight Spider Lances. While he was at it, he would control Xiao Wu, kill Er Ming, and obtain his own fifth soul ring.

At that thought, the corners of Yang Jian's mouth rose slightly.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on Zhu Zhuqing beside him.

Under the moonlight, Zhu Zhuqing's face looked especially cool and aloof.

Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, while her black eyes were deep and tranquil.

Her features were exquisite, carrying a cold and striking beauty.

What drew the most attention was her figure.

Despite her age, she was already extremely mature.

Her tight black clothes outlined her curvaceous figure. Her slender waist seemed small enough to encircle with one hand, while her full chest and perky hips formed a stunning contrast.

It had to be said, Zhu Zhuqing was definitely the most well-developed woman he had ever seen.

Her figure was even better than Hu Liena's.

As for looks, Zhu Zhuqing and Hu Liena each had their own charms. Neither was clearly superior to the other.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and took the initiative to start a conversation.

"You're from the Zhu Clan of the Star Luo Empire, right?"

Zhu Zhuqing abruptly stopped walking and turned to look at Yang Jian, her eyes full of disbelief.

"How did you know?"

She was deeply shocked.

She had never revealed her identity to anyone.

How could this boy she had only just met know?

Yang Jian did not answer her question and simply continued.

"Zhu Zhuqing, fiancée of Dai Mubai, the third prince of the Star Luo Empire."

"Because Dai Mubai was afraid of death, he abandoned you and fled here alone."

"You really are pitiful."

Zhu Zhuqing came to a complete stop.

She bit her lip, her nails digging into her palms, her eyes reddening slightly.

The things she had desperately tried to forget were casually spoken aloud by Yang Jian, like a blade precisely stabbing into her softest spot.

She truly was pitiful.

Her fiancé had been afraid of death and left her behind as he ran away alone.

She had chased him all the way here, only for him to spend his days chasing women. He even wanted to reconcile with her and pretend nothing had happened.

"You want to become stronger, don't you?"

Yang Jian's voice sounded again.

Zhu Zhuqing raised her head to look at him. The confusion and sorrow in her eyes gradually gave way to longing.

She nodded repeatedly.

Become stronger.

She wanted to become stronger.

Strong enough to control her own fate, never to be bullied again, never to be hunted down again.

Yang Jian looked at her, his gaze calm and direct.

"Become mine, and I can consider helping you become stronger."

"But the premise is that you have to perform well."

Zhu Zhuqing froze.

Become Yang Jian's?

Her mind automatically interpreted those words in another way.

Then she recalled his remark about performing well.

Her face immediately turned red.

He... he wanted her to become his woman?

Zhu Zhuqing's heartbeat abruptly quickened, her chest heaving violently. Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath, tracing breathtaking curves.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, only to find her throat seemingly blocked. She could not utter a single word.

She fidgeted awkwardly, at a complete loss.