Upon hearing Tang San's words, Ning Rongrong froze on the spot—this wasn't how the story went in the novels she'd read!
"You want to know about Yin Jie?" Ning Rongrong asked blankly.
Tang San curled his lip and glanced down at the alluring view revealed by her undone top button, saying, "You seem to overestimate your own value."
The moment these words left Tang San's mouth, Ning Rongrong felt as if she'd lost at life.
Was her body truly worthless?!
Tang San walked to the desk, wrote a few lines with a brush, sealed it in an envelope, and stamped it with the Clear Sky Sect's wax seal. "Chen Xiang."
Hearing Tang San call for her, Bai Chenxiang entered from outside the door. "Young Sect Master."
Tang San handed her the sealed letter. "Take this to Dugu Bo at the Heaven Dou Tavern. If he's not there, ask Prince Xue Xing for Dugu Bo's whereabouts. Remember to deliver it to him personally. After he reads it, he'll give you the antidote—bring it back to me."
"Yes, Young Sect Master." Bai Chenxiang carefully stored the letter, then activated her Soul Avatar, transforming into a swift swallow that vanished into the night sky.
Tang San then crooked a finger at the stunned Ning Rongrong. As if bewitched, she drew closer. "Alright," Tang San said, "I've helped you with what you asked. Now write down everything you know."
Ning Rongrong eyed him warily. "Why do you want to know about Yin Jie?"
Tang San shrugged. "Know thy enemy. Since your Shrek Academy has such confidence in this 'Yin Jie,' it's only natural I take precautions. Write down her background, Soul Power level, age, Innate Soul Power—everything clearly."
Realization soon dawned on Ning Rongrong, and she angrily retorted, "I won't betray Yin Jie!"
Tang San chuckled coldly. "Then I'll have Bai Chenxiang toss the antidree into the sewers when she returns. You can watch that little white cat die from poisoning."
"You—!" Knowing she had no choice, Ning Rongrong relented. "Fine, I'll write it."
As Ning Rongrong began writing, Tang San sipped tea from the sofa and added nonchalantly, "Oh, and if I discover any false information in what you write, I won't need Poison Douluo's poison—I'll personally take back the life I saved."
The tip of Ning Rongrong's brush paused mid-stroke, her face paling with fear.
"You should know the Clear Sky Sect has that capability. Whether he's an abandoned prince of the Star Luo Empire, the crown prince, or even the emperor himself—I, Tang San, always keep my word." Though his tone remained gentle, to Ning Rongrong, it sounded like the whisper of a Rakshasa.
Only then did Ning Rongrong suddenly realize: this youth, the same age as her, wielded immense power!
Not just ordinary power—he didn't even need to regard the princes of the two great empires with respect. Even the Heaven Dou crown prince went out of his way to curry his favor.
As for Poison Douluo, who had left their entire Shrek Academy in despair without any means to fight back—Tang San needed only a single letter to make him hand over the antidote.
Ning Rongrong was only now beginning to understand why her father Ning Fengzhi had refused to annul the engagement despite Tang San's humiliating treatment of her, publicly dismissing it as a minor misunderstanding. It was this very reason that had driven her to angrily leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and eventually join the obscure Shrek Academy.
After this incident, Ning Rongrong had indeed matured somewhat, gaining new perspectives. She had severely underestimated the power this man possessed.
Tang San's disdain for her had been genuine all along—not merely for the sake of humiliation.
Tang San sipped his tea calmly, unaware that his ordinary actions would provoke such deep reflection from Ning Rongrong. To him, this was just routine. Getting Poison Douluo to provide the antidote had been effortless, especially since the latter had just sought his help.
Soon, Ning Rongrong stopped writing and walked over to the sofa area with the completed paper in hand. She extended it toward Tang San with one hand and said, "Here, what you asked for."
Noticing her one-handed gesture, Tang San frowned. "Did your parents not teach you manners? I'm beginning to question the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's family education."
He took the paper and scanned its contents before asking skeptically, "Are you joking? This is practically useless. You know nothing?"
Hearing his doubt, Ning Rongrong felt wronged. "But I really don't know! Yin Jie has always been mysterious. She joined Shrek Academy with Xiao Wu, and she rarely trains with us. Though she does have a Domain—the Blue Silver Domain—I don't know its specific abilities. She never mentioned them."
Tang San pressed, "What Spirit Beasts are her Soul Rings from, and how many years?"
"Don't know."
"Don't know?! What, did she venture into the forest alone to hunt Spirit Beasts herself?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Huh?" Tang San was dumbfounded. Did she just say 'mm-hmm'?!
Afraid he might doubt her further, Ning Rongrong added, "Yin Jie and Xiao Wu hunted their Soul Rings together in the forest. Even Grandmaster doesn't know which Spirit Beasts they came from."
Tang San was speechless. How could Shrek Academy accept such peculiar students without investigating their backgrounds?!
Yet this only strengthened his conviction that Lan Yin and Xiao Wu were hiding something—and it was likely no small matter.
Soon, Bai Chenxiang returned, bringing not only the antidote but also a letter.
The letter was from Poison Douluo, its contents simple: he could procure the required herbs and invited Tang San and Clan Leader Yang Wudi to meet him at a designated location to negotiate the terms for the antidote.
Reading it, Tang San smirked. Poison Douluo's impatience was showing.
Earlier, Tang San had noticed that when discussing herbs, Poison Douluo showed no trace of concern. Logically, herbs should have been the biggest obstacle in curing such a potent poison. Yet when Tang San mentioned needing high-quality Immortal Grade Herbs, Poison Douluo hadn't batted an eye, appearing utterly confident—even urging Tang San to list the herbs outright.
It must be known that when Tang San was young, his great-uncle Bai He had gifted him a Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng to enhance his physique and solidify his foundation. The Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng was an Immortal Grade Herb, something even Yang Wudi, who frequently dealt with medicinal herbs, coveted deeply. Had it not been intended for Tang San, Yang Wudi would have spared no cost to obtain it.
This alone demonstrates the immense value of an Immortal Grade Herb. Yet Poison Douluo, who had no sect or faction backing him and had cultivated alone to the level of a Titled Douluo—how could he possibly obtain such high-quality Immortal Grade Herbs?
"Even Immortal Grade Herbs can be resolved... Poison Douluo, oh Poison Douluo, how did you manage it? Even my father would find it extremely difficult to acquire a single Immortal Grade Herb."
Only three chapters today. I was invited out for supper yesterday, so I'll see if I can find time to make it up later.
(End of Chapter)