Accept It, This Thing Isn't Worth Much

Ning Rongrong suddenly let out a few loud hollers, then smoothly slid to her knees right where she stood.

It was as if she were standing in a field of snow at that moment, white flakes drifting from the sky above, a tune ringing in her ears:

Oh, snow and flowers, fluttering about, the north wind is howling~

Heaven and earth, a vast and boundless expanse~

"Hey!"

"Heyyy!!"

"What on earth are you howling about here?"

"And another thing, what kind of looks are you all giving me!"

"Holy crap! Can you all take back those un-censorable looks of yours!!"

Yang Jian looked at the gazes the others were directing at him, and he instantly understood everything.

For a moment.

He felt thoroughly unwell.

"First!"

"My gaze wasn't un-censorable, it was angry!"

"Second!"

"My name isn't Hey, I am Ning Rongrong!!"

"Third!"

"Yang Jian, you really have disappointed me so much!"

"How could you possibly do such a thing?!"

Ning Rongrong stood up with a face full of indignation, deliberately putting on a "terrifying" expression as she walked right up to Yang Jian to interrogate him.

Yet to anyone else, this level of interrogation looked like nothing more than her pouting and acting coquettishly toward Yang Jian.

Only she herself believed that her current expression was terrifying.

"Ugh, you, I, I really give up."

Yang Jian somewhat hated his instant-comprehension knowledge.

He also felt a bit of regret, wondering if perhaps he shouldn't have broken Ning Rongrong in quite so ruthlessly back then.

The hell with it, she was even mixing internet memes into her speech.

Was this still the Douluo Continent?

Where on earth had he been dragged to?

"Little Yang, you rushed over so eagerly just now, could it be that you really came just to..."

Flender trailed off, hesitant to speak.

"Oh right, and you're so short too!"

Ning Rongrong seemed to get angry all over again. "It's one thing for this guy to have weird XP, but how could his duration also be so..."

"Stop!"

Before Ning Rongrong could finish, Yang Jian abruptly raised his voice.

It startled the birds in the woods into a frantic flurry of flight.

"I am exhausted, I am silent, I am in despair... Go ahead and inspect the corpse."

With that said.

Yang Jian immediately stepped aside to clear a path.

"Let's go! Qingqing, let's go open the coffin and inspect the corpse!"

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong grabbed Zhu Zhuqing and strode past Yang Jian toward Snake Granny Chao Tianxiang.

She didn't have any scruples at all.

Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, felt a bit embarrassed after her anger subsided.

After all, this kind of public "corpse inspection" really wasn't something a traditional young lady from a noble household like Zhu Zhuqing could bring herself to do.

Let alone the fact that the reason for inspecting the corpse was because of a man-or rather, to verify a man's XP-making it even more impossible to pull off.

Only a pure troublemaker of a noble lady like Ning Rongrong could ever pull something like that off.

Still, that was just talk.

As a good sister, and moreover a close confidante in the exact same trench, with things having been said to this extent, how could she just walk away?

That sort of thing was something only the God of Farts could possibly do.

And so.

No matter how much her heart resisted, and no matter how red her little face turned, Zhu Zhuqing still stood firmly beside Ning Rongrong.

Of course.

Just standing there.

Because she truly couldn't bring herself to squat down and pull off the same stunt as Ning Rongrong.

"Aiyah!"

"There really isn't anything!!"

"We wronged Yang Jian!!!"

Ning Rongrong sprang to her feet, her mouth brimmed with a smile she simply couldn't contain.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing also breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Dai Mubai and Oscar, their faces instantly shifted from secret delight, and they both let out sighs.

Only Flender and Zhao Wuji still wore traces of doubt, their brows furrowed as if they didn't quite believe Ning Rongrong's words.

They looked like they wanted to go over and inspect for themselves, but out of dignity, they couldn't bring themselves to dig through things in front of everyone.

After all, not just anyone could manage to be as uninhibited as Ning Rongrong.

Only a place like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could nurture such a little demon.

"Apologize!"

"Before I-"

"I'm sorry, Big Brother~"

Before Yang Jian could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong immediately pressed against him again, blinking her eyes at him, putting on the absolute act of a fragile young maiden as if those words and deeds from just moments ago had all been done by someone else.

"Forget it, forget it. Let's bury these two corpses, and once that's done, I still need to absorb the soul bone."

Seeing this, Yang Jian couldn't be bothered to argue with her any further.

After all, under normal circumstances, it was utterly impossible to fleece any more wool from Ning Rongrong anymore-her fleece had long since been plucked nearly clean by Yang Jian.

Instead of all that, it was better to cut down on communication, lest he fail to farm any emotional rewards and end up getting himself pissed off instead.

"Little Yang, are you going to absorb this soul bone right now?"

"Won't that be a bit dangerous?"

"Old Zhao and I both used our Martial Soul Avatars, and it's going to take a few days for us to fully recover. Besides, this is the Star Dou Great Forest, and ten-thousand-year soul beasts are not uncommon."

"If a fight really breaks out, I'm afraid we won't be able to properly guarantee your safety."

"Furthermore, yours is a mental-attribute head soul bone of the sixty-thousand-year level. If you actually try to fuse with it, I'm afraid it won't take less than ten days to half a month. Staying here for all those days is simply too risky."

"If you ask me, a soul bone is going to sit there regardless, so there's no need to rush it. Why don't we head back to the academy first and then figure things out?"

"What do you think?"

Flender spoke up.

Even though deep down he still harbored grave suspicions regarding Yang Jian's XP and had sworn to immediately warn Liu Erlong the moment he saw her to be careful of Yang Jian regarding this matter.

Or rather, he might even directly keep Liu Erlong from laying eyes on Yang Jian to prevent any major accidents.

Yet, when all was said and done, he still held very deep affections for Yang Jian.

Now that they were talking about matters concerning life and death, the issue of XP could naturally be set aside for the moment.

He had to admit.

Flender's analysis here was indeed very reasonable.

Considering that the true strength of Flender and Zhao Wuji right now was equivalent to no more than ordinary soul saints, and perhaps even a bit below that level.

Yang Jian had no choice but to drop the idea.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have been infuriated to the point of muddle-headedness by Ning Rongrong.

He really did need to rest properly, lest something actually went wrong later on and the losses outweighed the gains.

"Alright then."

"There really is no rush."

Yang Jian nodded.

"Then let's clean up, bury them, and once little Ao finishes absorbing his soul ring, we'll set off."

Zhao Wuji added.

With that.

He also glanced around at the crowd.

Finding that no one else had any objections, he began to take action.

"Little Ao, why aren't you going to absorb your soul ring yet? What are you waiting for?!"

Flender urged.

"Oh, oh, right away, Headmaster, I'm on it!"

Seeing that there was nothing particularly exciting left to watch, and after confirming that Yang Jian did not possess that kind of XP, Oscar's heart, which had just ignited, died once again.

After all, having him compete with Yang Jian for Ning Rongrong?

That was not much different from shouting retreat while moving forward.

Of course.

Strictly speaking, he was not competing with Yang Jian at all; he simply wanted to insert himself as a third party between Ning Rongrong and Yang Jian.

Furthermore, he was the kind who had zero chance of ever wedging himself in.

"Boss, since that old thing is dead, I'll return this divine item to you."

Fatty Ma Hongjun said this, immediately walking over to stand in front of Yang Jian, and very carefully handed the Godly Zhuge Crossbow in his hand back to Yang Jian. "This thing is too precious. If I keep it and happen to break it somehow, that wouldn't be good."

"Alright, keep it, fatty. This thing isn't worth much anyway; it's not some valuable gadget at all."

Yang Jian waved a hand, pushing the item right back.

Ning Rongrong, standing to one side, immediately grew unhappy upon hearing this.