From afar, the zuzong shouted, "Little San, Little San, I'm here!"
Look at that expression, that tone!
So warm and affectionate, so full of feeling (it's friendship, not bromance!), anyone who didn't know better would really think they were best buddies who "drink together when their bond is deep"!
Even Meng Yiran was happy that Tang San had such a friend. "Little San, don't dwell on the first spirit ring anymore."
Tang San nodded perfunctorily. His dislike for the other party wasn't solely because of the first spirit ring; it started when he was six years old. To
truly trace it back, it began a month before his martial soul awakening. For some reason, while practicing the Mysterious Heaven Technique, he suddenly felt weak and collapsed to the ground. He vaguely felt he had lost something important, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. From then on, nothing good ever came of encountering the clan elder.
A moment later, Tang San and his companion met with Flander and the clan elder.
Tang San first greeted Flander. Then, glancing at the zuzong, his expression immediately turned extremely solemn. He hadn't noticed him from a distance before, but now, up close, his hairs nearly stood on end.
If three months ago, zuzong had merely seemed strong to him, stronger than all the Shrek Seven Devils, now he was dangerous. Zuzong's aura was restrained yet profoundly deep.
Based on his experience from two lifetimes, his intuition told him that zuzong's was dangerous to him, and he was no match for him now.
"Damn it, how can he improve so quickly? No, if this continues, I'll be completely left behind," Tang San thought through gritted teeth, his fists clenched tightly in his sleeve.
At the same time, Tang San was filled with regret. Three months ago, after his defeat against the Royal Fighting Team, he had been despondent for a long time. Although Yu Xiaogang had comforted him every now and then, he still hadn't been able to escape the shadow of defeat. Looking back now, he felt he had wasted so much precious time cultivating. If it weren't for this, he might already be level 34. Why did he only break through to level 33 yesterday?
The zuzong naturally noticed Tang San's change in expression. He thought Tang San would act all aggressive again, but he didn't expect him to hold back. Was it because he hadn't drawn enough hatred?
zuzong feigned enthusiasm, saying, "Oh dear, Little San, long time no see!"
"Oh, and long time no see, sister-in-law too." The zuzong looked at Meng Yiran.
To be honest, although Tang San disliked zuzong, in Meng Yiran's opinion, zuzong was at least much better than that charlatan master. And the other party directly called her sister-in-law, wasn't that implying that she was Tang San's wife?
Thinking of this, Meng Yiran's mood, which had worsened because of Yu Xiaogang, improved considerably.
Meng Yiran smiled faintly, "Oh, hello zuzong. Last time I heard from Teacher Qin Ming that you were captured by Dugu Bo, which made everyone worried for quite a while!"
Zuzong and Meng Yiran chatted and laughed, which displeased Tang San. He was wary of zuzong, but he wouldn't be polite. To him, the zuzong had already taken Xiao Wu away, and Meng Yiran was determined to hold onto her.
Without a word, he dragged Meng Yiran towards Yu Xiaogang's residence, causing her to stumble and almost fall.
"Xiao San, what are you doing! You're hurting me!" Meng Yiran cried.
"Sorry, Yiran, I was just too worried about Teacher," Tang San said softly.
Seeing Tang San's jealous expression, zuzong chuckled inwardly. He didn't seem to have anything to do with Meng Yiran at all.
After Flander left, just as zuzong was about to take Zhu Zhuqing inside to "visit" Yu Xiaogang,
a rough voice came from behind, "Hey, you blue-haired kid, stop right there!"
zuzong turned around and saw Tailong, whom he had beaten up yesterday, and a burly middle-aged man.
This middle-aged man was even larger than Tailong, glaring angrily at the clan leader. This man bore a striking resemblance to Tyrone, though he appeared older, and his clothes couldn't conceal his bulging muscles. He had a fierce, masculine air.
zuzong thought to himself, "It seems this even stronger, more muscular simpleton is Tyrone's Soul King father, Taino."
While zuzong was sizing up the man, Taino was also sizing up zuzong. He was muscular, but that didn't mean he was simple-minded. He was astonished that the clan leader, so young, could defeat his son.
Admiration aside, he still needed to save face. His son, Tyrone, had been kicked in the anus, causing him to bleed when he went to the toilet. This grudge, he, the Mighty King Taino, had to be avenged.
"Blue-haired brat, is it you who beat my precious son?" Taino asked abruptly.
The zuzong released Zhu Zhuqing's hand and said calmly, "So what if I am?"
"So, it was you, you little brat, who beat my son up like this. He can't even poop in peace!" Taino had been searching for almost the entire day, and finally found his target. Enraged, he reached out and grabbed at the clan elder's shoulder.
The zuzong was prepared; his feet were imbued with soul power, and he easily dodged Taino's attack in a flash. "Looks like you're that simple-minded old man over there."
Taino said arrogantly, "That's right, I am the Mighty King Taino. You beat my son like this, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
Zhu Zhuqing glanced coldly at Tailong. "It seems you started this yesterday, didn't you?"
Tailong paused, rubbing his still slightly sore bottom, a look of shame immediately appearing in his eyes. "Zhuqing, don't misunderstand, my dad saw me covering my bottom, so… but, if my grandfather really comes, that would be troublesome."
"So he took off my pants to look." Tailong was too embarrassed to say this aloud; it was too shameful.
"Please call me Zhu Zhuqing," Zhu Zhuqing said in a slightly cold tone.
Tainuo glared at Zhu Zhuqing. "Little girl, you're probably involved in this too. If you hadn't seduced my son, would he have been beaten so badly? You really are a femme fatale. You've already learned to seduce men at such a young age..." Before he could
finish the words "seduce men," a fist-sized stone was thrown directly at his face. It hit the bullseye, and along with the stone, Tainuo's front tooth flew out.
This was the zuzong using a shuriken-throwing technique he hadn't used in a long time.
The zuzong said coldly, "Old man, watch your mouth."
With his tooth shattered, Tainuo spat out bloody saliva and roared furiously, "Boy, you're asking for death!"