Zhang Haoren

Ning Rongrong continued, "Hey! You're not actually scheming to get your hands on my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, are you?"

Luo Yihe wrapped an arm around Ning Rongrong's slender waist and met her gaze. "Ha! If I gave Ning Fengzhi a grandson or granddaughter, do you think your father Ning Fengzhi would be so furious he'd spit blood three times and drop dead on the spot? Then I could inherit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect fair and square."

Ning Rongrong's fair little face flushed red as an apple in an instant. It really did turn scarlet in the blink of an eye. Luo Yihe could even faintly see white smoke rising from her head.

Luo Yihe was utterly stunned. Changing expressions in a second was nothing; a woman's mercurial nature came with all the necessary bells and whistles.

But had you ever seen someone change color in a second? Her head was even like a pressure cooker, puffing out white smoke. You could tell she was fuming.

Luo Yihe cautiously gave Ning Rongrong a rub. She was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and shouted, "You lecher!"

Then she kicked straight at Luo Yihe's crotch.

"Holy crap!"

Luo Yihe had quick reflexes and immediately caught Ning Rongrong's right foot as it came toward him.

But now things had turned awkward!

Ning Rongrong was wearing a skirt. With one leg raised and held by Luo Yihe, she had only one foot on the ground, and she had to use one hand to hold her skirt down to avoid exposing herself.

She glared at Luo Yihe, humiliated and furious, and gritted out, "Let. Go."

Ning Rongrong's expression cowed Luo Yihe. He instinctively stepped backward and let go of her little foot.

"Ah..."

Ning Rongrong cried out in pain. Luo Yihe had let go without warning, leaving her standing leg unsteady, and she ended up doing the splits. The pain even brought tears to her eyes.

"Holy crap!"

Someone shouted. Most of the people in the room quietly pressed the button to stop recording.

Only then did Luo Yihe look around. All he could think was, "Holy crap!"

It turned out the evil soul masters had been dealt with long ago. Everyone had simply been keeping quiet and watching him clown around with Ning Rongrong.

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

Oscar was also being restrained by a Soul King. Watching his goddess get defiled and bullied by Luo Yihe made him feel as if his heart were about to shatter.

His gaze toward Luo Yihe had turned bloodshot, and his breathing was ragged... "Ugh!" As a proper food-type Soul Master, he shouldn't have that much breath, so he could only stare at Luo Yihe's filthy, grabby hand, breathing hard.

He wished he could draw a blade and chop it off in one stroke.

Under everyone's teasing gazes, Luo Yihe's old face turned red. He felt like he needed to move to a different universe and start over.

The commander of Spirit Hall's operation this time 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, your name is Luo Yihe, right? We have you to thank for this. If you hadn't drawn their fire inside, we'd still be agonizing over how to break through!"

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

{Ding! Negative emotions from Zhang Haoren +109}

What the heck, heard of you?

Zhang Haoren composed himself, then smiled broadly. "No, I haven't heard of you. If not for what you did in there, your name wouldn't have appeared in front of me five minutes ago. But I still think highly of you. My name is Zhang Haoren, a level seventy-six Battle Soul Sage and a red-robed cardinal in the headquarters of Spirit Hall's enforcement agency."

Luo Yihe warmly shook Zhang Haoren's hand. "Hello, hello. I'm Luo Yihe. My Martial Soul ran off to become a street prowler. It's a little pink cat. If you see it, please tell it to come home and visit."

"And I've admired you for a long time, too."

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

Luo Yihe solemnly shook his head. "No!"

{Ding! Negative emotions from Zhang Haoren +368}

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"Then why did you say you'd admired me for a long time?"

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

{Ding! Negative emotions from Zhang Haoren +106}

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

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

"My Martial Soul!"

"Your Martial Soul?"

"Uh-huh! A little pink cat. It's been away from home for almost four years."

"Wait, your Martial Soul ran away from home? Do you hear yourself?"

Luo Yihe said, "I do, I do. Deacon, you know Yu Xiaogang, right?"

Zhang Haoren nodded. Yu Xiaogang might be a bit of a loser, but he did love to run around making a scene. His father was the sect master of one of the Upper Three Sects, so hardly anyone on the continent would bother provoking the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon just to pick a fight with a loser.

Seeing Zhang Haoren nod, Luo Yihe said, "My Martial Soul's the same type as that buzz-cut guy's. But my Martial Soul is so far beyond him that he couldn't reach one of its toes in this lifetime—or even ten lifetimes."

Zhang Haoren's mouth twitched when he heard that. Did this kid really hate that loser so much?

Still smiling, Zhang Haoren nodded and asked Luo Yihe to send him a photo of Mew. If he came across it, he would contact him on WeChat.

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

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

Tang San and the rest of Shrek's group were also taken away by Flender, who had just arrived.

Once Zhang Haoren saw that everything had been taken care of, he shouted, "Everyone, conduct a five-minute self-check. Make sure no one's been injured and that the squad is complete."

"Deacon! First squad's self-check is complete. Everything's normal."

"Deacon! Second squad's self-check is complete. One minor injury; everything else is normal."

"Deacon..."

Before long, Spirit Hall had withdrawn as well. The alley, which had been packed with people, quickly returned to peace.

Shrek's group...

Tang San: "Why do I feel like something's missing?"

Oscar: "Hey, Brother San, you feel that too? I do, actually, but I can't figure out what's missing. It's so strange."

Flender: "..."

He'd wanted to chime in too, but as a Soul Sage, could he really talk about this with a few two-ringers? He'd lose face. So he said nothing and silently headed toward Shrek.

Beside a garbage heap in the alley...

Ma Hongjun said weakly, "H-Huo Yuhao, it's dark out already. Why haven't they found us yet?"

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

"Uh-huh, maybe. Spirit Hall's rotten to the core. Let me tell you..."

And so Ma Hongjun and Huo Yuhao, hands and feet bound and wearing only their underwear, lay in the garbage heap... Their long night began, with their slander of Spirit Hall for company.

Ma Hongjun spoke with great conviction.

Huo Yuhao listened, fascinated.

The garbage beside them reeked to high heaven.