Tang San: Why Wasn't Xiao Wu Talking to Me?!

Pushing open the secret chamber's door, Chen Feng walked into the courtyard.

Seeing the fallen leaves all over the courtyard, Chen Feng's heart stirred. He held two fingers together like a sword and casually slashed forward.

A streak of azure sword qi howled forth, instantly tearing apart the hard flagstone ground.

Dirt flew everywhere, and a trench several meters long appeared clearly before him, its cut as smooth as a mirror.

"Excellent swordsmanship."

A voice of praise came from outside the courtyard gate.

Ning Fengzhi entered with a smile on his face, his steps refined and elegant.

Chen Feng turned around and bowed slightly.

"Greetings, Uncle Ning."

Ning Fengzhi walked to the trench, the admiration in his eyes nearly overflowing.

"Feng'er, the speed of your improvement has truly opened Uncle's eyes."

"Given time, you will surely surpass Sword Uncle and become a powerhouse renowned across the continent."

Ning Fengzhi walked over to Chen Feng and patted him on the shoulder.

Chen Feng remained humble, neither arrogant nor impatient.

"You flatter me, Uncle Ning. I am still far from Grandfather's realm."

Ning Fengzhi smiled, then suddenly leaned closer, his expression rather mysterious.

"Feng'er, Uncle wants to ask you something."

"Do you want a wife?"

"As long as you nod, Uncle will immediately betroth Rongrong to you."

Hearing this, Chen Feng froze on the spot.

Standing in the courtyard, Chen Feng did not know how to respond for a moment.

"Uncle Ning, that is no joke."

Chen Feng shook his head helplessly.

Looking at the young man before him, Ning Fengzhi's eyes were full of approval and gratification.

At such a young age, he already possessed rank forty-seven spirit power, and his martial soul was the top-tier Azure Lotus Sword. Just thinking over such talent was astonishing.

He would absolutely become a future Titled Douluo.

If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could tie Chen Feng to its chariot, it would surely be able to rest easy in the future.

"Chen Feng, I am not joking."

Ning Fengzhi's expression turned serious, his tone earnest.

"Although Rongrong is somewhat spoiled, she has a kind heart and is quite a suitable match for you."

Ning Fengzhi continued.

With a sigh, Chen Feng decided to change the subject.

"Sect Master, you handle countless affairs every day. Your personal visit today is likely not only for Rongrong's marriage, is it?"

Looking at Ning Fengzhi, Chen Feng asked softly.

Seeing Chen Feng deftly avoid the subject, Ning Fengzhi smiled and did not press him.

"There is indeed one more matter."

Ning Fengzhi put away his smile.

"Chen Feng, although your talent is astonishing, staying within the sect and training behind closed doors will ultimately leave you lacking in tempering."

Raising a hand to point into the distance, Ning Fengzhi spoke slowly.

"I intend to arrange for you to go to Heaven Dou Royal Academy, where you can spar and exchange with the geniuses there."

Having stated his plan, Ning Fengzhi quietly waited for an answer.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Feng smiled gently in agreement.

"Flowers raised in a greenhouse cannot withstand wind and rain. Combat is the best path to improving one's swordsmanship."

Chen Feng tightened his grip on the Azure Lotus Sword, his gaze resolute.

The way of the sword had never been something one could comprehend merely through seated cultivation.

"For the next few days, I will properly adjust to my surging strength within the sect, then set out."

Having made his decision, Chen Feng already had a plan in mind.

Ning Fengzhi patted Chen Feng's shoulder in satisfaction before turning and leaving.

Meanwhile.

Far away, within the Papal Palace of Spirit City.

Gui Mei appeared like a ghost in the center of the great hall and bowed as he reported to the woman seated upon the papal throne.

"Reporting to Your Holiness, I have just received word that among Shrek Academy's team is a disciple named Tang San."

Gui Mei spoke respectfully.

Bibi Dong sat upon the lofty throne, a flicker of surprise crossing her breathtaking face.

Tang San.

The name passed through Bibi Dong's mind, stirring countless emotions.

In the Chat Group, Chen Feng, the group leader, had long since exposed Tang San's past and present life completely.

Shameless, hypocritical, deceitful.

At this moment, Bibi Dong was filled with disgust for Tang San.

"I understand. Do not alert him yet."

Giving the order calmly, Bibi Dong waved her hand.

"I would like to see what surprises this so-called Tang Sect disciple can bring in the days ahead."

With a cold laugh in her heart, a trace of amusement flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes.

Gui Mei accepted the order, his figure flashing as he vanished into the shadows.

The great hall returned to silence.

Leaning against her throne, Bibi Dong silently marveled at the group leader's extraordinariness.

That group leader truly was an omniscient and omnipotent, terrifying existence.

Suddenly, Bibi Dong thought of the photo she had shared in the group earlier.

Her slender, beautiful legs, wrapped in black stockings, had looked exceedingly alluring beneath the light and shadow.

"This is truly too absurd."

A flush appeared on her exquisite face as Bibi Dong lightly bit her red lips.

The dignified Pope of Spirit Hall had actually done such a shameful thing just for the reward of increased Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring age.

However, when she thought of the incomparably generous reward, Bibi Dong felt that it was well worth it.

"Fortunately, only the people in the Chat Group know about this."

Comforting herself inwardly, Bibi Dong gradually calmed down.

Time passed.

Outside Soto City's Great Soul Arena.

The members of Shrek Academy were gathered here, preparing to use the battles in the spirit arena to temper themselves.

Tang San stood to one side of the group, his face gloomy.

Over the past few days, Tang San had clearly sensed Xiao Wu distancing herself from him.

Xiao Wu, who had always clung to his side before, was now unwilling even to meet his eyes.

This left Tang San extremely frustrated.

At that moment, the lovely figures of Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong approached from the distance.

Tang San's eyes lit up. He immediately stepped forward, forcing an enthusiastic smile onto his face.

"Zhuqing, Rongrong, you're finally here."

Smiling as he greeted them, Tang San appeared extremely warm.

However, upon hearing Tang San's words, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong frowned at the same time.

A trace of undisguised disgust flashed in both their eyes.

The thought that the Tang San before them, who appeared to be only a teenager, was actually a Tang Sect outer disciple in his several decades whose soul had long since matured made them feel sick.

Moreover, the vile deeds exposed in the Chat Group had made the two of them despise Tang San's character even more.

Expressionless, Zhu Zhuqing directly sidestepped Tang San and walked toward Xiao Wu.

Ning Rongrong did not even spare Tang San a glance and quickly followed Zhu Zhuqing.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing did not know that the other was also in the Chat Group, yet their thoughts were remarkably aligned at this moment.

Xiao Wu is far too innocent. I must find an opportunity to tell her not to be fooled by that hypocrite Tang San.

Ning Rongrong silently plotted in her heart.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Xiao Wu, whose expression was complicated, and also considered how she should broach the subject.

Left standing there alone, Tang San's face darkened further.

Feeling as though he had recently been living beneath an invisible shadow, Tang San's heart was full of confusion.

Just who was targeting him in secret?

He swore inwardly that if he caught that mastermind behind it all, Tang San would make them pay the price.

However, seeing Xiao Wu not far away, hope rekindled in Tang San's heart.

No matter what misunderstanding there is, as long as I care for her attentively, I will definitely win Xiao Wu back.

As he pondered this inwardly, a look of absolute determination appeared on Tang San's face.

Xiao Wu was currently caught in an intense inner struggle.

As someone hopelessly in love, Xiao Wu's feelings for Tang San ran extremely deep.

What Third Brother did in the past was indeed excessive, but perhaps the Third Brother of this life has already changed for the better?

Thinking silently to herself, Xiao Wu even felt a faint urge to forgive Tang San.

Yet the genuine scenes in the Chat Group were like thorns lodged in Xiao Wu's heart.

The group leader is omniscient and omnipotent. Perhaps I should ask the group leader in the group?

Having secretly made her decision, Xiao Wu took a deep breath.