Soul Land: Power Of Space - 44. The Letter
Xiao Wu had no idea of Tang San’s thought. Even if she knew, it wouldn’t change the fact that she resented him deep in her heart. Things often turn out this way—love and hate go hand in hand.
Although Xiao Wu couldn’t bring herself to like the demon Lu Yuan, she understood the concept of choosing the lesser of two evils.
Letting out a sigh, she spotted Lu Yuan’s figure and, in surprise, rushed towards him without considering Tang San’s distressed expression beside her.
“Lu Yuan!”
What would happen if a hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit collided with someone? Lu Yuan was certain that a broken sternum and ribs would be the least of his worries.
But if this hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit took shape… That would be a different story!
Stepping back to absorb the impact, Lu Yuan reached out and grabbed Xiao Wu’s collar, helplessly lifting her up, raising an eyebrow, and saying:
“It hasn’t even been half an hour, and you miss me that much?”
Angry and struggling, Xiao Wu stared angrily into Lu Yuan’s eyes, her teeth and claws bared.
Despite being a rabbit, she disliked being carried!
“Angry?. It’s alright. I have a good way to ensure you won’t be angry.”
Lu Yuan asked and answered himself, shamelessly placing his face close to Xiao Wu’s sad and indignant eyes.
After a while, Lu Yuan turned his face away and licked the corner of his mouth, showing off in front of Tang San.
In a daze, Xiao Wu remained in Lu Yuan’s grip, subconsciously covering her flushed face with her hands. It was evident that Xiao Wu had given up struggling.
“Look, are you still angry? It’s as good as done.”
Lu Yuan said smugly, setting Xiao Wu down.
Xiao Wu blushed and hid behind Lu Yuan, feeling as if all eyes were on her. She tugged vigorously on Lu Yuan’s sleeve, pleadingly pulling him away.
Boom!
Tang San turned his head, his heart feeling as if it had been stabbed, unable to bear witnessing it any longer. He punched the railing as if venting his anger.
Fortunately, the railing was sturdy and remained intact.
Otherwise, whoever was in charge of the Soto Great Spirit Arena would have had to approach Tang San to discuss compensation and other matters.
“Hey! Tang San, aren’t you going to the Spirit Fight?”
Lu Yuan was startled, exclaiming subconsciously as if he had just realized that Tang San was also present. He quickly added, attempting to make amends:
“I’m sorry. I hope that the intimacy between Xiao Wu and me just now didn’t affect you. After all, you’ll be participating in the Spirit Battle later. You need to maintain a stable mindset to gain practical experience in spirit battles.”
Tang San pursed his lips, glared fiercely at the smiling villain in front of him, then turned around without uttering a word, and walked away.
“What ‘didn’t notice him’!”
Tang San knew it was a lie, but he didn’t have the courage to refute it. Or rather, he had the courage to refute it, but he couldn’t bear the consequences.
It wasn’t the first time Lu Yuan had been picking on him.
After half a month, Tang San could decipher Lu Yuan’s intentions with every move. It was nothing more than provoking him and then using “reasonable” excuses to keep tormenting him.
Injuring him would naturally slow down his cultivation speed or even force him to stop.
Even if he couldn’t find a suitable reason to act, Lu Yuan could provoke him with words, making him unfocused and unable to meditate calmly and efficiently. In short, it was a deliberate attempt to hinder his cultivation progress at all costs.
Tang San understood this strategy all too well.
After all, he was familiar with conspiracies from his previous life. But the problem was… The despicable villain’s actions were a blatant conspiracy.
It made Tang San feel somewhat numb.
The solution was simple—he just had to prioritize Xiao Wu in his heart.
That way, the opponent’s provocative methods would be self-defeating, and there would be no reason to continue tormenting him but he couldn’t bring himself to do it!
Upon realizing that their relationship was on the verge of collapse, Tang San felt that if he let the situation unfold like this, his pride and heart would also shatter.
But dragging it on like this was equally unbearable.
“Just wait then.”
As he gazed at Xiao Wu from a distance, a trace of pity flickered in Tang San’s eyes. He withdrew his gaze and clenched his bony fists.
“I’ll make you regret it. I can’t wait to kill you!.”
The distorted and hoarse voice resonated deep in his throat, but he didn’t let it slip out.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
As soon as Chen Xin and Gu Rong entered, they noticed a white envelope on the table beside Ning Fengzhi.
Two gusts of wind swept in through the door.
The two of them instinctively grabbed the envelope, each holding it down with their hands.
“I’ll read it first.”
Chen Xin’s gaze was calm as water, directly facing the old man as he stated his request simply.
Gu Rong calmly looked at Chen Xin.
“Why should you read it first?”
“Why?” Sword Douluo Chen Xin sneered, illusory sword shadows of light blue circles appeared behind him, each sword pointed at Gu Rong. “Is that enough?”
“I don’t think so.”
A distinct wave also emerged behind Bone Douluo Gu Rong, materializing into layers of substantial white bones enveloping him.
They were both Titled Douluo.
Who didn’t possess impressive soul skills?
Witnessing this familiar scene, Ning Fengzhi instinctively raised his hand to his forehead, waved the crumpled letter in his hand, and said dumbfoundedly:
“Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone, don’t fight over that envelope. The letter is here.”
Four sharp gazes shot towards him simultaneously.
Their meaning was clear: Why didn’t you say so earlier?
Ning Fengzhi smiled and handed over the letter.
Well, old folks act like children, and when they grow old, the temper of a Titled Douluo becomes childlike.
Moreover, they were his old folks.
He couldn’t hit or scold them.
The problem was…
One old folk was manageable, but two old folks fighting due to a verbal dispute was troublesome.
Fortunately, in recent years, Chen Xin and Gu Rong rarely fought over such disputes, saving Ning Fengzhi a lot of worry. After all, he only had to take care of his daughter Ning Rongrong.
Observing the expressions of Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu as they alternated between happiness and anger while staring at a letter, Ning Fengzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He silently thanked himself for creating the emotional remote control, “Ning Rongrong,” as a joke.
Come on, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had long become integral parts of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School, so there was no need to be wary of them.
Furthermore, no one could be truly happy without a spouse.
The same was true for Ning Fengzhi.
But there was no time for him to dwell on past memories.
After all, he was the sect master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
“Fengzhi, why don’t you share your thoughts first?”
As Chen Xin and Gu Rong read the letter and united in their response, they asked Ning Fengzhi for his opinion. He felt both amused and annoyed.
Organizing his thoughts, Ning Fengzhi said, “I’ve read Rongrong’s letter, but I believe there may be some important information we shouldn’t overlook. A Twelve-year Spirit Sect, with all four spirit rings being ten-thousand-year spirit rings, and a pure elemental martial spirit called ‘Space.’ I don’t think we should let such a genius slip through our fingers.”
“And…”
“Rongrong seems to have never taken anyone so seriously before.”
Ning Fengzhi’s words carried a deeper meaning.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong recalled the contents of the letter.
Indeed, there were some noteworthy points. In the letter of over 500 characters, the name “Lu Yuan” was mentioned 17 times. The emphasis seemed somewhat abnormal.
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