Teach Ning Rongrong a Lesson! Vine Entanglement!

"I'll properly discipline this daughter of yours who doesn't know her place, on behalf of Sect Master Ning Fengzhi!"

This thought was utterly firm in Lin Jiang's heart.

Today, he had to let this little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect taste what "the hardships of the world" and "respect" truly meant!

Lin Jiang's purple first soul ring lit up. "First Soul Skill: Azure Vine Entanglement!"

Ning Rongrong was instantly hoisted high into the air. Her slender wrists were tightly bound by bluish-green Azure Vines, leaving her suspended in midair as her skirt swayed slightly with her struggles.

Her delicate little face flushed bright red, her eyes filled with anger mixed with a trace of panic.

"Y-You... what are you doing?!"

There was a tremor in Ning Rongrong's voice, but she still forced herself to remain arrogant.

"I'm warning you! I'm the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! My father is Sect Master Ning Fengzhi! If you dare touch me, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect won't let you off!"

Lin Jiang crossed his arms and looked up at Ning Rongrong, who was dangling in midair and kicking wildly. A teasing smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Oh? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? What an impressive name!"

He deliberately drew out his words, his gaze amused.

"Unfortunately, there are only the two of us here. You can scream yourself hoarse, and it still won't do you any good."

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth in fury and twisted her wrists desperately, trying to break free from the vines. However, Lin Jiang's first soul skill now came from a thousand-year soul ring. Its toughness was extraordinary, and there was no way a support-type soul master like her could break free.

The more she struggled, the tighter the vines wound around her, leaving her wrists slightly red from the pressure.

"Bastard! Let me down!"

"You country bumpkin! Bastard!"

Ning Rongrong was both ashamed and furious, and her voice had already begun to carry a sob.

Not only did Lin Jiang not release her, he slowly circled around her instead. His gaze swept over her body before finally settling on the slightly lifted hem of her skirt.

"Oh? Little bear patterns?"

Lin Jiang raised a brow, his tone teasing.

"I didn't expect the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to have such a cute side!"

"You... damn you!"

Ning Rongrong's face instantly turned so red that it looked ready to bleed. She was so humiliated and enraged that she nearly exploded.

"Don't look! Let me down!"

She desperately pressed her legs together, trying to hide what was beneath her skirt. However, hanging from the vines as she was, she could not conceal anything at all.

Lin Jiang watched her embarrassed and infuriated appearance with secret delight, though his face remained teasing.

"Now you know how to be embarrassed? Weren't you acting pretty arrogant earlier? 'Mud-footed peasant,' 'hillbilly,' 'country bumpkin'—those insults rolled off your tongue quite smoothly, didn't they?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened with anger, but she truly had no power to resist him now. She could only glare at him through gritted teeth.

"What exactly do you want?! Whatever you want, I can have my father give it to you!"

Lin Jiang's smile faded, and his gaze became serious.

"I only want you to remember one thing—"

He stepped forward and tilted his head up slightly, meeting her eyes directly.

"The name of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect isn't something you can use as capital to bully ordinary people. Today, I'll teach you, on behalf of Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, what respect means!"

"Waa... you... just you wait!"

Ning Rongrong's voice was already choked with tears. Where was the bearing of the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect now?

As she futilely twisted her vine-bound body, she used every ounce of strength she had to spit out her most vicious threat.

"When I get back... when I get back! I'll have Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone chop you, you bastard, into pieces and feed you to dogs! I'll chop up your whole family and feed them to dogs too! Waaah..."

Her hysterical crying echoed through the empty fields, filled with overwhelming hatred at having been offended and the helplessness of a child.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Not only was Lin Jiang not frightened, he seemed to have heard an amusing joke. He exaggeratedly shook his head, his face openly mocking.

He strolled over to Ning Rongrong, bent down slightly, and admired her wretched appearance at close range. His voice entered her ears clearly.

"All you talk about is killing people and wiping out their families..."

"The precious daughter of Sect Master Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the future heir—such 'upbringing' is truly astounding!"

"I wonder what expression Sect Master Ning would have if he heard his beloved daughter say such things with his own ears?"

Those heart-piercing words were like ice picks, ruthlessly piercing through Ning Rongrong's shell of anger.

She froze abruptly, her crying catching in her throat as extreme panic flashed through her eyes.

"Oh dear, what should I do now?"

As though he had suddenly remembered something, Lin Jiang revealed an exceptionally malicious look of realization.

He slowly took out a palm-sized, exquisitely crafted soul tool from his clothes. It gleamed with a metallic sheen and had a transparent crystal lens—a recording device with functions similar to a camera.

He fiddled with it in a very serious manner, aiming the lens at Ning Rongrong, who was bound by vines with her thighs exposed, her hair disheveled, her body covered in mud, and her eyes swollen red from crying.

He even deliberately adjusted several angles, seemingly intending to capture her more "comprehensively."

"Tell me, if I recorded the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect exactly as she is now—looking so tearful and pitiful—"

Lin Jiang deliberately drew out the sentence.

"Along with this little bit of rustic 'charm'—and played it somewhere lively later..."

"Tsk, tsk. I wonder how those noble young men who admire you, as well as the ladies and young misses of Heaven Dou City, would react when they saw it?"

Lin Jiang's voice was full of teasing and unmistakable threat.

"Oh, right. I heard the entrance to Heaven Dou City's Great Soul Arena has the most foot traffic. It would definitely have quite an effect if it were played publicly there, wouldn't it?"

"No—!!!"

Ning Rongrong's pupils abruptly shrank to their limit as she let out a shriek so piercing it became distorted!

Overwhelming fear instantly crushed all her anger and humiliation!

She could not imagine her disheveled appearance, like that of some shrewish country woman, being exposed for everyone to see!

That would be even worse than killing her!

The reputation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Ning Rongrong's pride would be crushed to pieces in an instant!

"Don't record it! Please, don't record it! Big brother, I was wrong! I really was wrong! Please let me go! I'm begging you!"

She shook her head desperately as tears poured from her eyes. Her voice was filled with unprecedented humility and pleading, with none of her former arrogance remaining.

"Now you know you were wrong?"

Lin Jiang looked at her coldly, without the slightest trace of pity in his eyes, only icy resolve.

"Too late!"

Lin Jiang casually snapped off a tough stalk from the ridge of the nearby field and weighed it in his hand.

Under Ning Rongrong's utterly terrified gaze, he raised his arm high, bringing it down with a sharp whistle through the air.

It struck hard against her round little butt, wrapped beneath her exquisite silk skirt!