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Ning Rongrong continued, "Hey! You're not really plotting against my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, are you?"

Luo Yihe directly wrapped an arm around Ning Rongrong's slender waist and met her gaze. "Heh! Say I gave Ning Fengzhi a grandson or granddaughter—would your father, Ning Fengzhi, cough up three liters of blood and die on the spot from anger? Then I could openly inherit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Ning Rongrong's delicate little face instantly turned as red as an apple, practically blood-red in an instant. Luo Yihe could vaguely see white steam rising from her head.

Even Luo Yihe was stunned. Changing expressions in a second was nothing; it was an essential skill for a fickle woman.

But had anyone ever seen someone change color in a second? Her head was like a pressure cooker, steadily venting white steam. One look told him she had built up plenty of pressure.

Luo Yihe cautiously rubbed Ning Rongrong. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Ning Rongrong shouted, "You filthy pervert!"

She kicked straight at Luo Yihe's crotch.

"Fuck!"

Luo Yihe reacted quickly and grabbed Ning Rongrong's right foot as it kicked toward him.

But that made things incredibly awkward!

Ning Rongrong was wearing a dress. With one foot raised and caught by Luo Yihe, she only had one foot on the ground, and she still had to use one hand to clutch her skirt to keep herself from being exposed.

She glared at Luo Yihe in shame and fury, gritting her teeth as she said, "Let. Go."

Luo Yihe was intimidated by Ning Rongrong as she was now. He subconsciously stepped back and released her little foot.

"Ah..."

Ning Rongrong cried out in pain. Luo Yihe had let go so suddenly that the foot she was standing on lost its balance, and she performed a full split on the spot. The pain made little pearls start falling from her eyes.

"Fuck!"

Someone shouted, and most of the people in the room silently pressed the stop recording button.

Only then did Luo Yihe look around, and all he could think was, Fuck!

The evil soul masters had already been dealt with. Everyone had simply stayed silent and watched him fool around with Ning Rongrong.

Xiao Chenghe was being held by a red-robed deacon, who prevented him from speaking up to warn Luo Yihe. He was going to become famous too.

Oscar was also being restrained by a Soul King. Watching his goddess be defiled and bullied by Luo Yihe, he felt as though his heart were breaking.

His eyes turned bloodshot as he looked at Luo Yihe, panting... "Ugh!" As a legitimate food-type Soul Master, he probably did not have breath that bad. He could only glare furiously at Luo Yihe's dirty, lecherous hand.

He wished he could raise a blade and chop it off.

Feeling the teasing gazes one after another, Luo Yihe's old face reddened. He felt like he needed to switch universes and start over.

The commander of Spirit Hall's operation was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties or forties. Wearing a red deacon's robe, he walked up to Luo Yihe.

"Little brother, you're Luo Yihe, right? We really have you to thank this time. If you hadn't drawn their fire inside, we'd still have been struggling with how to break through!"

Luo Yihe asked in surprise, "You've heard of my great name?"

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The hell I've heard of you.

Zhang Haoren calmed himself, then continued with a beaming smile, "No, I hadn't heard of you. If it weren't for what you did in that room, your name wouldn't have appeared before me five minutes ago. But I still admire you. My name is Zhang Haoren, a level seventy-six Battle Soul Sage and a red-robed bishop at the headquarters of Spirit Hall's Executive Branch."

Luo Yihe warmly shook Zhang Haoren's hand. "Hello, hello. I'm Luo Yihe. My martial soul has gone out to loaf around on the streets. It's a pink kitten. If you see it, please tell it to come home often."

"And I've long admired your great name as well."

Zhang Haoren asked in surprise, "You'd heard of me before?"

Luo Yihe shook his head solemnly. "No!"

{Ding, negative emotions from Zhang Haoren +368}

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"Then why did you say you'd long admired my great name?"

"I learned it from Tonight Headlines on my phone."

{Ding, negative emotions from Zhang Haoren +106}

Zhang Haoren said irritably, "At your age, spend less time on your phone. That thing is a mental virus. Once you pick it up, you can't put it down. It's downright cursed."

"Oh, who did you just ask me to call home?"

"My martial soul!"

"Your martial soul?"

"Uh, uh! A pink kitten. It's been away from home for nearly four years."

"Wait, your martial soul? Ran away from home? Do you even hear what you're saying?"

Luo Yihe said, "It does happen, it does happen. Deacon, you know Yu Xiaogang, right?"

Zhang Haoren nodded. Although Yu Xiaogang was somewhat useless, he loved making a fuss everywhere. With the sect master of one of the Upper Three Sects as his father, there really was no one on the continent willing to make a serious issue out of a good-for-nothing and offend the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Seeing Zhang Haoren nod, Luo Yihe said, "My martial soul is the same type as that flat-top's, but my martial soul is something he couldn't reach even if he spent ten lifetimes trying to get within a toe's length of it."

Zhang Haoren's mouth twitched upon hearing that. Did this kid hate that good-for-nothing that much?

Still, Zhang Haoren nodded with a smile and told Luo Yihe to send him a photo of Mew. If he came across it, he would contact him through WeChat.

Luo Yihe said that was no problem and thanked Zhang Haoren.

Luo Yihe, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Chenghe left the alley together.

Tang San and the rest of Shrek were also taken away by the arriving Flander.

Once Zhang Haoren saw that everything had been dealt with, he shouted, "Everyone, inspect yourselves for five minutes! Check carefully whether anyone is injured and whether the teams are complete!"

"Deacon! Team One has completed its inspection. Everything is normal."

"Deacon! Team Two has completed its inspection. One person suffered light injuries; otherwise, everything is normal."

"Deacon..."

Before long, Spirit Hall withdrew as well, and the once packed alley immediately returned to silence.

The Shrek group...

Tang San said, "Why do I feel like we're missing something?"

Oscar said, "Hey, Third Brother, you feel that too? I do as well, but I just don't know what we're missing. It's so strange."

Flander said, "..."

He had wanted to chime in too, but as a Soul Sage, did he really have any dignity left if he discussed such things with a few two-ringers? So he did not say a word and silently headed toward Shrek.

Beside a pile of garbage in the alley...

Ma Hongjun weakly said, "Li-Little Hao, it's already dark. Haven't they found us yet?"

Huo Yuhao said, "Brother Hongjun, the evil soul masters have all been dealt with. Could Third Brother, Boss Dai, and the others have been captured by Spirit Hall too?"

"Uh, uh, possible. Spirit Hall is such a rotten organization. Let me tell you..."

And so, with their hands and feet tied, dressed only in underwear, Ma Hongjun and Huo Yuhao lay in the garbage pile... spending the long night slandering Spirit Hall to keep each other company.

Ma Hongjun spoke earnestly.

Huo Yuhao listened in rapt attention.

The garbage beside them stank to high heaven.