Tang San Slaps Ning Rongrong, Gu Yuena Sends Gu Rong Flying with One Punch

From Notting City to Heaven Dou City, the journey took at least a day. By the time they traveled until the sun was nearing sunset,

they arrived at a small city called Azure City.

"We'll stay here for the night and continue our journey tomorrow."

Shen Qingling glanced at the sky, which was about to turn dark.

Tang San quickly got out of the carriage and pulled open the curtain.

Shen Qingling, Gu Yuena, and Xiao Wu got out of the carriage one after another.

"You don't need to go through so much trouble in the future." Shen Qingling rubbed Tang San's head. It was rare for him to be so proactive every day.

"It's different when it's for Teacher." Tang San smiled.

Being able to do this for his teacher was surely an honor for a disciple.

Gu Yuena glanced over but said nothing. A disciple who was this eager every day—if it were a female disciple, wouldn't she be climbing into her teacher's bed already?

After paying the fare, they told the coachman to wait here the next morning.

Before leaving, the coachman added, "Young master, this city is famous for a little shop that sells roast chicken. You should give it a try. It's called Roast Chicken King!"

Roast Chicken King!

Shen Qingling thought it might be worth checking out. The name was rather interesting.

When the group arrived at Roast Chicken King, there were indeed more than a dozen people lined up outside. The four of them joined the end of the queue and waited nearly half an hour before it was their turn.

"Customers, there are only four roast chickens left."

The clerk said this as he wiped away his sweat.

"Perfect. We'll take all four."

Shen Qingling paid and carried the roast chickens inside, where he found an empty table and sat down.

The four roast chickens were placed on the table. Their skins were roasted golden and glistening with oil, their aroma rushing straight into their noses. Tang San and Xiao Wu's eyes lit up. Just as they were about to dig in, a crisp yet arrogant voice came from the counter.

"What's going on? There isn't even a roast chicken left?"

The clerk explained with a forced smile:

"Miss Ning, I'm terribly sorry. The last four were just bought by that young master. Could you come back tomorrow?"

Shen Qingling and the others looked over to see a richly dressed young girl approaching. Her features were delicate, but there was a hint of spoiled arrogance between her brows. She was none other than Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

She walked straight to their table, slightly raising her chin as she pointed at the roast chickens. "Hey, you four. Give me one."

Tang San frowned and set down the drumstick in his hand.

"Why should we give you one? We lined up to buy these. If you want one, come line up tomorrow."

Who do you think you are, interrupting us like this?

"Because I'm Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Ning Rongrong sneered. Her gaze swept over Shen Qingling, and her tone was full of contempt.

"Buying your things is doing you a favor. Four people eating four chickens—aren't you afraid of stuffing yourselves to death? One look and it's obvious you've never seen the world. And you're dressed so shabbily. I'm offering you a high price for them, giving you a chance to make money!"

The moment she finished speaking, Tang San shot to his feet and swung his hand.

Slap!

The shop instantly fell silent.

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot as he panted heavily, glaring at Ning Rongrong.

"You ill-mannered brat! Who gave you the right to insult my teacher?"

Rage churned in his heart. His teacher was the person he respected most. Forget the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—even if she were the Emperor of Heaven himself, anyone who dared insult his teacher even slightly would be unforgivable.

You, Ning Rongrong, have earned yourself a death sentence!

Using your family background to insult my teacher, are you?

Ning Rongrong froze completely. Half her face burned with pain. In all her life, no one had ever dared touch so much as a finger of hers, much less slap her in public. Her eyes instantly reddened, tears welling in them.

Pointing at Tang San, she spoke in a tearful voice.

"You actually dared to hit me! Do you believe I'll have Grandpa Sword kill you?"

Shen Qingling remained seated, lightly tapping the table with his fingertips without saying a word. Gu Yuena watched the scene with great interest, lifting her teacup for a sip without the slightest intention of stopping the fight.

Xiao Wu stepped beside Tang San and said softly:

"Third Brother, don't be angry. Don't lower yourself to the level of someone like her!"

Shen Qingling smiled. "Little San was right to hit her. If anything happens, Teacher will cover for you."

Tang San clenched his fists and took a deep breath. With his teacher backing him up, what did he have to fear? If she dared keep going, he would not hold back.

A mere Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect isn't worth putting in my eyes!

So what if they're one of the three great sects? Give me time to grow, and I'll wipe them out all the same.

At that moment, a middle-aged man with a kindly smile stepped into the shop. It was Gu Rong. He had just bought some things outside, and the moment he entered, he saw Ning Rongrong's reddened, swollen cheek and tear-filled eyes. His expression immediately darkened, and he strode over.

When Ning Rongrong saw who it was, she immediately threw herself at him, tears streaming down her face in grievance.

"Grandpa Bone! He hit me! Hurry and kill him!"

With Gu Rong backing her, she instantly straightened up, glaring venomously at Tang San.

Gu Rong swept a cold gaze toward Tang San, his voice carrying an oppressive force.

"You're so young, yet you already dare to harm others?"

"She was the one who spoke rudely first and insulted my teacher. I merely taught her a lesson." Tang San held his head high without the slightest fear. With Teacher and Mistress here, even if the other party was a Titled Douluo, he was not afraid.

"That still isn't a reason for you to strike her!" Gu Rong snorted coldly. His martial soul suddenly appeared, and the phantom of a massive bone dragon emerged behind him. Two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings lit up in succession as the terrifying aura of a Titled Douluo instantly swept through the entire shop.

Tang San's pupils contracted, and his heart skipped a beat. He had guessed that the man's identity was unusual, but he had not expected him to be a Titled Douluo.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's guardian Douluo truly lived up to his reputation. Still, Tang San did not regret it. Anyone who insulted his teacher deserved to be hit.

"Brat, die! And you, the teacher, for failing to discipline your disciple properly, you'll be punished as well." Gu Rong raised his hand, gathering soul power as he prepared to strike Tang San.

Before he could finish speaking, a silver figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Gu Rong's heart jolted. So fast!

He had not even seen how the other person moved. Before he could react, pale purple dragon power surged around Gu Yuena's right arm, and her fist slammed straight into his abdomen.

Overwhelming force erupted instantly. Gu Rong felt as though every bone in his body was about to shatter. His chest tightened with pain as his entire body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily into the wall of the shop. Broken stones rained down.

Tang San's eyes widened, his face full of shock. Mistress had actually sent a Titled Douluo flying with a single punch!

This strength is far too terrifying.

Ning Rongrong's face turned deathly pale. She stood frozen in place, even forgetting to cry.

She had never imagined that there would be someone so powerful by the other side's side.

Coming back to her senses, she immediately ran to Gu Rong's side and asked anxiously, "Grandpa Bone, are you alright?"

Shen Qingling sat beside the table, slowly tearing off a piece of roast chicken as he spoke indifferently.

"Bone Douluo, next time you bring someone along, remember to teach them some manners first."

Cold sweat poured down Gu Rong's face. He clutched his chest and looked at Shen Qingling, who was seated at the table. "Who are you? And how can this woman be so strong?"

Gu Rong was dumbfounded. Though he was not particularly strong himself, his Bone Dragon martial soul was not weak either. Yet he had been defeated in an instant.

"Who I am isn't important. What matters is that you keep your people in line. If they dare act like this again, I'll make sure you regret it too late."

Shen Qingling said coldly.

Gu Rong gritted his teeth. Humiliating—far too humiliating. If I don't avenge this, I'm no man.

"Rongrong, let's go."

Gu Rong led the red-eyed Ning Rongrong out of the shop.