Tang San: Mistress Is Simply Superhuman

Gu Rong was on the verge of collapse. He was a Title Douluo, yet a young girl had sent him flying with one punch. It was utterly humiliating!

Inside the shop, the clerk was still crouching on the floor, trembling in fright.

When he looked up, a bag of Gold Soul Coins fell before him.

"This is for repairing your shop. Keep the change."

Shen Qingling casually tossed over the money pouch. The clerk hurriedly caught it. It was bulging, and when he opened it, he was truly shocked.

There were so many Gold Soul Coins that he could never spend them all. He immediately thanked him, "Thank you, young master."

Without bothering with anything else, he checked the rest of the things in the shop again.

"So much!" Gu Yuena said indistinctly, her mouth stuffed full.

They needed to eat their fill to have the strength for tonight.

"Teacher, isn't Mistress full yet?" Tang San's face was full of confusion.

Mistress had already eaten more than the three of them combined. How was she not full yet?

"Your Mistress simply has a bigger appetite. Besides, sending a Title Douluo flying with one punch takes a lot of stamina," Shen Qingling said with a smile. In any case, he was full.

Tang San listened intently, his eyes sparkling.

"Mistress is simply superhuman!"

Superhuman?

Shen Qingling mulled over those words. They did seem fitting. One punch per kid—wasn't that superhuman?

The meal ended quickly. All four of them had eaten to their satisfaction. By the time they stepped out of the Roast Chicken King shop, night had already fallen.

The weather wasn't too hot. The breeze against their faces carried a slight chill, which was just right for them after a full meal.

Shen Qingling found an inn nearby and booked two rooms. Since it was still early, Xiao Wu dragged Tang San off to browse the streets. Shen Qingling didn't want to move, but Gu Yuena forcibly pulled him outside.

After going downstairs, Gu Yuena grabbed Shen Qingling and leaped onto the inn's roof.

A full moon hung in the night sky, its clear radiance spilling down.

Gu Yuena leaned sideways against Shen Qingling's shoulder, her hair lightly brushing his neck as she softly said,

"The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

Shen Qingling looked at the full moon and had just nodded in agreement, saying, "It is beautiful," when he felt the hand around his waist dishonestly sliding downward.

He helplessly pressed down on her wrist.

"Na'er, can you stop groping me?"

Gu Yuena pursed her lips in a secret smile, her fingertips deliberately brushing against him as she whispered,

"This is called warming up before battle. It'll feel better once we return to the room. Doesn't husband want to stand tall?"

The tips of Shen Qingling's ears heated up. He turned his face away, unwilling to look at her, and silently sighed. This Silver Dragon King truly didn't care about the occasion. She could think about that sort of thing anytime, anywhere. He had thought she genuinely wanted to admire the moon. So she had other motives.

She really wouldn't stop until she drained every last bit of his strength. How had he ever thought Gu Yuena had come merely to admire the moon? She had clearly planned this all along.

Meanwhile, in the inner hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Gu Rong returned with Ning Rongrong, clutching his chest and looking pale. The moment the two entered, they startled Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.

Ning Fengzhi hurried forward. A seven-tiered Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda suddenly lit up, its gentle radiance enveloping Gu Rong.

"Uncle Gu, how did you get hurt so badly? What happened?"

Ning Fengzhi was dumbfounded. Gu Rong was a Title Douluo—how had a simple trip outside left him like this?

Anyone unaware of the situation would think he had been beaten up by a crowd.

Chen Xin was filled with worry. "Old Bone, who could have beaten you into this state?"

He knew Gu Rong's strength well. A level ninety-five Title Douluo with defense unmatched across the continent—someone who could wound him with one punch had to be at least a level ninety-seven powerhouse.

Gu Rong coughed, his face full of bitterness.

"Don't mention it. A girl who looked barely over twenty sent me flying with one punch."

Even as he said it, his face reddened a little.

A senior like him had actually been beaten into this state by a junior.

"What?"

Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi widened their eyes at the same time, their faces full of disbelief. They nearly thought they had misheard.

A single punch sent a Title Douluo flying? If word got out, the entire soul master world would be shaken. Since when had such a young top-tier powerhouse appeared on the continent?

Ning Rongrong lowered her head and quietly explained what had happened.

After hearing it, Ning Fengzhi's brows twisted into a knot.

"Rongrong, you were far too willful. Regardless of who they were, it was your fault to insult them publicly."

He understood clearly that anyone able to travel with such a powerhouse could not be ordinary. With Rongrong's spoiled temperament, she would sooner or later cause a major disaster.

Chen Xin fell silent for a moment before saying gravely, "That woman is unfathomable if she could injure Old Bone with one punch. It seems Heaven Dou City will soon have some unwelcome visitors."

If she could beat his old friend into such a state with one punch, then if she had truly wanted to kill Bone Douluo, Bone Douluo might not have returned at all.

Ning Fengzhi reprimanded Ning Rongrong again. "You are not allowed to cause trouble again in the future. This time, they showed mercy. If there is a next time and they develop killing intent, the consequences will be unthinkable."

He had to warn Ning Rongrong. Otherwise, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would truly face catastrophe. The sect's position as one of the Upper Three Sects depended greatly on the efforts of Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo.

"Yes, Dad." Ning Rongrong obediently nodded and looked at Gu Rong. "Grandpa Bone, I'm sorry. It was my fault."

"It's fine. As long as Rongrong knows she was wrong, Grandpa Bone doesn't blame you."

Gu Rong smiled and rubbed Ning Rongrong's head.

"Alright, Rongrong. Go back and rest first. We need to discuss serious matters," Ning Fengzhi said.

"Yes, Dad!"

After Ning Rongrong withdrew, the atmosphere in the hall gradually turned solemn.

Ning Fengzhi returned to the main seat and looked at Gu Rong.

"Uncle Gu, how many were there? Tell us their appearances and characteristics in detail."

Gu Rong steadied himself and slowly recalled,

"There were four in total. The young man leading them was a little over twenty, with a calm temperament and distinctive golden eyes. The woman who attacked was about the same age as him, with silver hair and purple eyes. She didn't even release her soul rings when she attacked, relying purely on strength to overwhelm me. There were also two children. The boy who hit Rongrong was around seven or eight."

Chen Xin's brows furrowed tightly as he said in a deep voice, "She heavily wounded you with one punch without releasing her soul rings? Her strength is at least level ninety-eight. There are only a few top powerhouses on the continent, and I've never heard of such a young female Title Douluo."

For someone her age to possess such cultivation, there had to be an even more terrifying backer behind her.

Who exactly was she?

In theory, he should have heard of every powerhouse on the continent. If that was truly the case, then he really wanted to exchange blows with her.

Ning Fengzhi tapped the table lightly with his fingertips and pondered for a moment.

"She possesses such strength at such a young age, yet travels the continent with disciples. She is likely a descendant of some reclusive great clan with an ancient inheritance. They have remained hidden for so long that we have never heard their name."

He could think of no other possibility. Every Title Douluo currently known on the continent had joined one force or another. He suspected Spirit Hall the most, but Spirit Hall could not possibly have someone like that.

Otherwise, she would have become famous long ago. The Worship Hall also could not have only seven worshippers—there should have been several more.

"From now on, we must be more cautious. We can't continue like this."