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Chapter 29 Guaranteed to Win!

This plot twist is kind of funny.

Zhu Zhuqing was professionally trained and usually didn't laugh, but at this moment she really couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She felt it wasn't right, but she really couldn't help it.

Even Tang San and Xiao Wu twitched their lips at this moment, thinking through all the sad things in their lives.

"Isn't it a bit much for you to bully a young girl like this? She's just a child. Are you trying to extort money from her while her parents are away?"

Tang San knew it was time for his righteous self to step in. This was a good opportunity to get closer to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, so he naturally had to seize it.

"That's right, it's just a white steamed bun, something that costs 2 copper soul coins, and you dare to ask for 200 gold soul coins? You're practically a robber!" Xiao Wu chimed in.

Is this a matter of money?

Xiao Wu isn't very bright, so it's understandable if she can't see it, but Lu Xian doesn't believe that Tang San, a guy with the mind of an adult, can't see it either; she's faking it.

He's still a child, yet he said such a thing. It's truly a classic example!

"Tang San, you're a Soul Master, right? Help me teach him a lesson, and from now on you'll be a friend of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

Seeing that someone stood up for her, Ning Rongrong immediately regained her confidence and became more assertive.

The scene seemed familiar; why did Lu Xian feel like he had seen it somewhere before?

Oh!

I remembered.

It's that damn charlatan!

That's how it was back then.

"I once had a friend who, like you, kept oscillating between hard and soft approaches."

Ning Rongrong frowned. "So what!"

"Later he died, and his death was particularly gruesome." A chilling smile appeared on Lu Xian's lips as he wondered if he should unleash his third soul skill to pay homage to the scene of his death.

Once this soul skill is unleashed, it signifies an all-out war with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. He has some concerns; the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is too powerful and wealthy. If they really clash, he might be in endless trouble. He himself is not afraid, but the little kitten might be in some danger.

"You actually dared to kill someone!" Tang San shielded Ning Rongrong behind him, two yellow spirit rings appearing beneath his feet, and a deep blue Blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm. He declared righteously, "With me, Tang San, here today, you won't succeed!"

Tang San was not afraid of the young man who looked about his age, who at most had a three-ring Soul Master.

With numerous Tang Sect techniques at his disposal, along with his combat experience from his previous life and the aid of hidden weapons, he was confident that he would not lose even to a Soul Master who was a level higher than him.

Moreover, this young man may not even be a young genius Soul Master.

Can we win?

Tang San gave a casual analysis.

It's a guaranteed win, right?

With his methods, he could definitely end the battle within three breaths.

This person is a perfect opportunity to build a relationship with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and lay the foundation for future transactions involving hidden weapons.

"Third Brother, teach him a lesson!" Xiao Wu shouted, always eager to stir up trouble.

Ning Rongrong also hid behind Tang San, proudly raising her chin and humming softly. This was the power of her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Lu Xian was amused by their antics and slowly walked towards Tang San. "Saving a damsel in distress requires strength. Now that white steamed buns have gone up in price to 400 gold soul coins, I can pretend this never happened."

"You wish! I won't give you a single copper soul coin today!" Ning Rongrong shouted. With Tang San standing in front of her, she wasn't afraid at all.

"It seems there's no point in discussing it anymore..."

The hut wasn't big to begin with. As three platinum spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, Lu Xian's expression turned completely cold. His figure, which had been slowly walking towards the three, seemed to be on fast-forward in an instant. He burst out and appeared in front of Tang San, who was at the very front, and slapped him across the face.

"So fast!"

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't even have time to think about why a Soul Master with three white rings could move so fast. His fighting instincts made him decisively raise his arm to shield his face.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Tang San felt as if his bones were groaning as a tremendous force came from his arm, causing it to slam into his head.

A figure flew straight out of the only broken door of the thatched hut and crashed into the muddy puddle outside. Yellowish mud splashed everywhere, and Tang San was covered in mud in the blink of an eye.

Indeed, it didn't even take three breaths, because one slap was all it took.

"That sounds nice."

"That's the result?"

Lu Xian looked disdainful. What trash.

"Third Brother!" Xiao Wu's shocked expression turned to anger after she came to her senses. She took two steps forward, leaped lightly, and her legs were already strangling towards Lu Xian's neck.

Lu Xian remained unmoved, instantly grabbing one of her legs firmly. He turned around, swung Xiao Wu around in mid-air, and with a whoosh, threw her out of the open doorway like a cannonball.

Tang San had just stood up, shaking his head, when he was hit by a figure again, his mouth twisted and his eyes slanted as he flew backward. The two of them turned into rolling gourds in the mud.

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There's no such thing as showing mercy or tenderness to a beautiful woman.

"Now that you're all left, tell me what I should do with you, hehehe—"

Lu Xian's eerie laughter made Ning Rongrong shrink back in fright, her steps faltering until she bumped into the drafty wooden wall behind her.

As Lu Xian approached step by step, her pupils trembled, and mist rose up in the blink of an eye.

"I...I'll pay you, please don't take me away and sell me..."

Lu Xian stopped and raised an eyebrow as he watched her timidly hand over the money pouch. "The price has gone up again, now it's 800 gold soul coins."

Ning Rongrong made a face and hurriedly took out an even bigger money bag from her storage soul tool. Lu Xian took it and weighed it in his hand. He didn't bother to check if it was enough and just threw it into his storage ring. For him, money was enough to spend.

He actually has a pretty good temper. If Ning Rongrong had talked to him properly, he wouldn't have treated her like that. This kind of proud and arrogant girl just needs to be disciplined, and things are fine as they are now.

The eerie smile on his face vanished, and just as he was about to speak, a whooshing sound shot in from the rain outside the door. Lu Xian casually turned his head and saw a steel needle, about an inch long, fly past him, instantly piercing through the wooden wall.

hidden weapon?

Lu Xian turned his head and looked into the rain-soaked darkness. He saw a figure covered in yellow mud, with his hand raised in the posture of launching a hidden weapon, his pupils filled with murderous intent that was almost overflowing.

"You dare to lay a hand on Xiao Wu? You've already committed suicide!"

Tang San roared and reached for the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist, intending to use his various hidden weapons to take Lu Xian's life.

But the next moment.

"Oops!"

Four words floated out from the thatched hut. Tang San stopped what he was doing, his eyes suddenly widened, and something seemed to appear in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a smell that almost made him faint rushed straight to the top of his head; the smell was simply too overpowering!

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