You wouldn't want to...

"What are you screaming about?"

Yang Jian stared at Ning Rongrong with a teasing expression, five silver needles still held between his fingers-the very five Tang San had thrown.

"Silver needles? Five of them, too!"

"You really are the Fart God's top disciple! Your heart stinks like a fart, and your mind is as narrow as a needle's point. I say a couple of things about you, and you try to kill me?!"

"Do you really think the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect just sits around eating for free?!"

[Ding! Tang San's blazing anger detected. Reward: Enhanced Sound Localization-Ten Thousand Sounds Enter the Heart.]

[Ten Thousand Sounds Enter the Heart: Not only identifies direction, but also detects heartbeats, internal energy flow, the weight of footsteps, movement trajectories, the shapes of objects, and more amid noisy surroundings.]

Hearing the system notification,

Yang Jian's gaze toward Ning Rongrong grew considerably gentler, as though he were saying:

Not bad, Little Demoness! Not bad at all. That mouth of yours is starting to capture a little of my flair.

Seeing the look in Yang Jian's eyes, Ning Rongrong's little face flushed, and she immediately blinked back at him in reply:

Of course! I-cough, cough... this young lady has always been amazing. I only lost our earlier arguments because I was sparing your dignity and holding back!

Yang Jian smiled, then immediately changed his expression and gestured for her to be quiet before turning toward Tang San.

Before he could speak, Zhao Wuji, who had barely made his presence felt, spoke up. "Tang San! These are your future companions, yet you actually tried to kill them! I think you-"

"Enough!"

Flender did not let Zhao Wuji finish. He interrupted him with an angry shout. "Everyone, rest here. No one is to mention this again! But there will be no next time. Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no one any consideration!"

With that,

he swept his sleeve and left.

He cut quite an imposing figure.

Ma Hongjun almost could not resist cheering for his teacher.

Yang Jian, on the other hand, felt like laughing.

It was not mockery. He simply found it rather funny.

He knew that, because of his arrival, Flender had invited Yu Xiaogang here ahead of schedule. In other words, there had been no entrance test.

Naturally, Zhao Wuji had never fought Tang San and the others, and Tang Hao had never given him a one-sided beating.

That was precisely why seeing this timeline's Zhao Wuji boldly rebuke Tang San made Yang Jian want to laugh.

He merely wanted to laugh. There was neither praise nor criticism in it.

"Tang San is way too petty. He actually did something like that, and the dean still didn't punish him!"

After Dean Flender's declaration, everyone split into two groups.

Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and their people formed one group, while Yang Jian, Ma Hongjun, and the other original Shrek Academy students formed the other.

Only because the two groups were so far apart did Oscar dare voice his opinion.

"Even Oscar thinks so. That just shows how hateful Tang San is!"

Ma Hongjun said.

"Brother Yang, how did you catch all five of those silver needles with your bare hands just now?"

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly asked.

"I wanted to ask that too," Dai Mubai added.

It was not that they did not care about Ning Rongrong's safety. Since nothing had happened to her, naturally they could prioritize what they wanted to know.

"Exactly, exactly! Brother Yang, tell us!" Ning Rongrong said in a syrupy voice.

"Cut that out. Act normal." Yang Jian could not resist flicking her on the forehead.

Ever since this girl had arrived at Shrek Academy, she had clung to him.

Did she really think he did not know what the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was plotting?

He had no desire to become some live-in son-in-law.

Nor did he want to get dragged into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's messy affairs.

"Ow, that hurts!"

"It hurts? Good. If it doesn't hurt, you won't learn."

"All right, you bastard Yang, can you two save the flirting for later? Tell us how you did it first. I didn't see you use a Soul Skill, and your Soul Skill doesn't boost speed, does it?"

"It's simple. Spread your legs, move your hands, and you're done."

Yang Jian chuckled.

Ning Rongrong: ???

Zhu Zhuqing: ???

"Wait, what are those looks for? Can you think of something that would get past the censors?"

Yang Jian pressed his lips together, his face full of speechless exasperation.

"Are you even a decent person?"

Ning Rongrong asked with a frown.

"No."

Zhu Zhuqing added.

"Correct."

Dai Mubai chimed in too.

"Boss, boss, that move was absolutely beautiful! Teach me sometime, would you?" Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands together and approached.

Seeing this, the others stepped closer too.

"You all want to learn?"

Yang Jian asked.

"Of course!"

Everyone nodded like chickens pecking grain.

"All right, then. Watch closely. I'll only demonstrate once."

That mischievous grin appeared on Yang Jian's face again.

Everyone instantly broke out in goosebumps, especially Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. That feeling of being at Yang Jian's mercy seemed to descend upon them once more.

"Someone blindfold me."

Yang Jian casually grabbed a handful of leaves as he spoke.

"I'll do it!"

Ning Rongrong immediately volunteered, raising her hand.

Everyone froze for a moment. Oscar looked as though he wanted to say something, but ultimately held his tongue.

Already determined to bring Yang Jian under the sway of her skirt, Ning Rongrong seized this chance to get close and deliberately leaned in even nearer.

A youthful, fruity fragrance, tinged with a girl's faint perspiration, surged relentlessly into Yang Jian's nose, making him let out an enormous sneeze.

"Didn't you bathe?"

"Get lost!" Ning Rongrong's pretty face flushed, and she yanked hard on the black cloth.

"Hiss-"

The pain immediately made Yang Jian suck in a cold breath, but he deliberately refrained from cursing at Ning Rongrong, leaving her itching inside.

Sure enough, when the expected cursing never came, Ning Rongrong first froze, then gave a cold snort and went back to sit beside Zhu Zhuqing.

This made even that aloof little kitten Zhu Zhuqing laugh aloud. Though her laughter was quiet, it still possessed a soul-captivating charm.

"Do you believe I can casually toss these leaves into the air and catch every last one before they fall?"

"I do!" Ning Rongrong was actually the first to answer, perversely choosing to agree with him.

"That bastard Yang has at least thirty or forty leaves in his hand. Never mind doing it blindfolded-even with your eyes wide open, it would be difficult. How can you believe him?"

Dai Mubai asked in confusion.

"Has Brother Yang done so few earth-shattering things in front of us?"

"I believe this is just ordinary stuff to him. Otherwise, would he blindfold himself?"

Ning Rongrong's words immediately moved everyone.

Their trust in Yang Jian reached its peak.

That left Yang Jian frantic.

He had planned to earn a round of emotion points through this martial technique, "Ten Thousand Sounds Enter the Heart." If everyone thought his feat was only natural, where would those points come from?

"Then tell me, what would make you think I might not be able to do it?"

"We can make a little wager. I happen to have something good that can improve your constitutions."

"If you win, I'll give it to you. If you lose, just take turns washing my clothes for a month and running errands for me for a month. How about it?"

The moment Yang Jian finished speaking,

Ning Rongrong asked, "Are you sure you're letting us choose something you can't do?"

"Of course." Yang Jian nodded.

"All right. I'll walk a hundred meters away and toss the leaves, and you catch them!"

Ning Rongrong smiled.

Ma Hongjun immediately gave her a thumbs-up, while Dai Mubai and the others grinned as though their cunning scheme had succeeded.

"I refuse."

Yang Jian said mildly.

"Why?! You're cheating! Didn't you say you'd leave the choice to us?!"

Ning Rongrong protested.

"Yes, but I never said I'd leave the final decision to you too."

"You, you-! Hmph!"

Yang Jian's words made Ning Rongrong's teeth itch with anger, but unfortunately, they did not trigger a system reward.

Apparently, he had fleeced her a little too thoroughly earlier. Not a single strand of wool remained.

"All right, pick something else."

"You wouldn't want to miss out on something that could improve your constitutions, and even let you absorb Soul Rings of greater ages, would you?"