Who Said Being a Hopeless Romantic Was a Bad Thing? This Was Perfect!

Ning Wen glanced at Xiao Wu in surprise.

Well, look at that. She looks harmless, but she knows how to hit where it hurts even better than I do!

Still, that was one hell of a quick turnaround!

Tang San spent a whole year with you, day in and day out. He's even your sworn brother.

Then again, the Douluo Continent isn't called the Continent of Love for nothing. Nobody here stays out of the drama.

Every generation has hopeless romantics by the dozen!

If there were fewer of them, this continent probably wouldn't be such a mess!

But come to think of it, who said being a hopeless romantic was bad?

This was perfect!

As Ning Wen saw it, Xiao Wu had said that to Tang San simply because Ning Wen was her fiancé.

She was drawing a line between herself and Tang San while making her feelings clear to Ning Wen.

"Xiao Wu, what are you saying...?"

Tang San forced a smile uglier than a grimace. "I'm your brother. Of course I'd give you my blessing."

"Thank you, Brother San!"

At his words, the coldness in Xiao Wu's eyes deepened.

But with the conclusion she had already reached, it all seemed laughable.

In her eyes, Tang San's pain and reluctance were never simply about losing her.

What he couldn't bear to lose were her Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao San is your sworn brother. How could you say something like that?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned, displeasure plain in his voice.

"As his sister, is it too much to ask for my brother's blessing?" Xiao Wu replied coldly.

She had never thought much of Yu Xiaogang's constant posturing. She had only treated him with respect for Tang San's sake.

Now she had no reason to keep up the pretense.

Xiao Wu's retort left Yu Xiaogang speechless, his face turning red, then pale.

Normally, Tang San would already have stepped forward to defend Yu Xiaogang.

But Tang San's chest was still tight with anguish.

Xiao Wu's words—"Brother San, you'll give us your blessing, won't you?"—were branded into his mind. He couldn't shake them.

Yu Xiaogang really is a joke.

Does he think everyone in the world is a hopeless romantic like Bibi Dong or Liu Erlong, willing to indulge him no matter what?

"Xiao Wu, are you coming with me, or staying here to study?"

Ignoring Yu Xiaogang, Ning Wen smiled at Xiao Wu.

"I'm coming with you."

Xiao Wu blushed, but answered without a moment's hesitation.

Soul Beasts were pure and steadfast by nature. Once they chose someone, they stayed with that person for life.

Xiao Wu had chosen Ning Wen, so naturally she wanted to remain by his side.

The moment she spoke, Tang San went rigid. All the color drained from his face.

Yu Xiaogang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't wait for Ning Wen and Xiao Wu to leave.

If Ning Wen stayed at Notting Academy with Xiao Wu, Tang San would have to suffer that blow every day.

It would seriously affect Tang San's cultivation.

Tang San was Yu Xiaogang's only hope of turning his life around, his greatest chance to prove himself.

He would never allow anyone or anything to hinder Tang San's cultivation and ruin his own future.

Better a sharp pain now than one that dragged on.

Besides, Yu Xiaogang was confident he could help Tang San recover in short order.

To keep this from happening again, he decided he would find a way to make Tang San give up all hope when it came to women.

Fortunately, Tang San was only seven. There was still time.

"Let's go."

Ning Wen spoke softly and moved to leave with Xiao Wu.

"Wait!"

Tang San finally forced the word out through gritted teeth. His voice was hoarse and dry, his gaze fixed on Xiao Wu. "Xiao Wu, are you really... leaving just like that?"

Xiao Wu turned her head slightly toward him. Her gaze was calm, with none of its former affection.

"Brother San, this is the last time I'll call you that. From this day on, our bond as brother and sister is over!"

Her voice was quiet, but it snuffed out Tang San's last shred of hope.

Oh, Tang San looks so pitiful. It almost makes me feel sorry for him.

Too bad pity is for the weak.

And Tang San, you don't deserve any!

Tang San looked away from Xiao Wu and stared at Ning Wen.

It was him.

It was all because this guy had barged into his life and stolen Xiao Wu, the person he treasured most. He had stolen the only family bond Tang San had!

Hatred and jealousy surged through him like thorns growing wild, wrapping around his heart, taking root, spreading.

Tang San didn't blame Xiao Wu. He hated only Ning Wen!

The instant Ning Wen turned to leave,

a pure, chilling killing intent suddenly locked onto him!

The killing intent was contained to an extreme. Silent and focused, it neither spread nor alerted the passersby, Yu Xiaogang, or Tang San.

Even Xiao Wu, standing right beside Ning Wen with senses far sharper than an ordinary person's, noticed nothing.

From beginning to end, that murderous intent was aimed at Ning Wen alone!

Ning Wen raised an eyebrow.

Tang Hao had finally lost patience. He was about to make his move!

Anyone else might have gone weak at the knees under a Titled Douluo's killing intent, but it had little effect on Ning Wen.

He had awakened the Asura Armor and was the Asura God's chosen successor. If a little killing intent made his knees buckle, how could he live with himself?

Oh? Finally decided to show yourself?

What, you can't sit still now that the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast you thought you had is slipping out of your grasp?

Too bad. A mere ant dares to steal my woman!

If you dare make a move today, prepare to pay with your life!

Ning Wen's mouth twitched.

Easy for you to say!

I'm only a three-ring Soul Elder. Where do you get the confidence to send me against a Titled Douluo?

Hearing the voice in Ning Wen's mind, Xiao Wu froze.

Finally decided to show himself?

Who was hiding?

A moment later, she understood, and every hair on her body stood on end.

It was him!

Tang Hao, Tang San's father—the man who had been lurking in the shadows, watching her and plotting against her.

But the rest of Ning Wen's inner voice let Xiao Wu relax a little.

If her fiancé could say that, he surely had some way to deal with Tang Hao.

Otherwise, where would his confidence come from?

In a sense, she was right. Ning Wen did have a trump card, but he would avoid using it if he could.

Ning Wen didn't slow a step. Ignoring the deadly killing intent hanging over him, he took Xiao Wu's hand and walked straight ahead.

Not far away,

the figure in a tattered black robe remained motionless.

Tang Hao stood hunched over, a fierce killing intent flashing in his murky eyes.

That Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was his son Tang San's greatest opportunity.

He couldn't let an outsider take her.

Yet Ning Wen's ability to ignore his killing intent gave Tang Hao pause.

No matter how talented Ning Wen was, he was still only a three-ring Soul Elder.

Anyone who could face Tang Hao's killing intent with no more than weak knees would already have remarkable resolve.

But that boy had ignored it entirely.

That was anything but ordinary.