Tang San looked at the letter from Poison Douluo in his hand, his mind racing as he analyzed the situation. He was absolutely certain that Poison Douluo possessed quite a few Immortal Grade Herbs.
"Even when his life was at stake, Poison Douluo didn't tell me directly. That means what he has must be extremely valuable. He was even worried that I might use the Clear Sky Sect's power to seize it by force—or even kill him for it." Tang San silently pondered. If Poison Douluo believed that even the Clear Sky Sect, the world's number one sect, would resort to murder for treasure, then the value of what he possessed was truly beyond estimation.
"Still, Poison Douluo is, after all, a Titled Douluo—and one who specializes in poison. There's no need to confront him head-on. If he fights to the death, it won't benefit me. If handled properly, not only could I obtain the Immortal Grade Herbs, but saving Dugu Bo's life might also earn me the support of a Titled Douluo."
Tang San knew that although Dugu Bo was reclusive, he was a man of honor who kept his word. Back then, when Prince Xue Xing had unintentionally saved his life, Dugu Bo had unconditionally pledged his support to the prince. Without that, the fourth prince, Xue Beng, would never have been able to oppose Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.
"Just in case, I should have Father come over. If negotiations break down and Poison Douluo attacks me, forcing me to detoxify him, it'll be troublesome." In a way, Poison Douluo was even more dangerous than Spirit Hall. At least Spirit Hall maintained a facade of justice and wouldn't openly move against him. But Poison Douluo was a man on the brink of death—if he learned Tang San had the ability to cure him, he might resort to kidnapping him in desperation.
Though the likelihood was low, Tang San had to be prepared.
Nodding to himself, Tang San used Soul Power Voice Transmission to secretly instruct Bai Chenxiang: "Chenxiang, first go reply to Poison Douluo. Tell him I have urgent matters to discuss with Sect Master Ning Fengzhi at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School tomorrow and won't have time to meet. I'll talk to him in detail after I return. Then, hurry back to the sect and ask my father to come here. Remember—be discreet."
Bai Chenxiang's heart jolted. The Clear Sky Douluo himself was being summoned!
Normally, Tang San had powerful experts from the Clear Sky Sect secretly protecting him, and the sect's influence was vast enough that returning to headquarters was rarely necessary. Though she didn't know what Poison Douluo's letter contained, if the Clear Sky Douluo needed to be called in, it had to be a major affair.
Without another word, Bai Chenxiang transformed into a swift swallow and flew through the night toward the Clear Sky Sect.
After giving his orders, Tang San turned to Ning Rongrong, who was still standing there dumbly. "What are you still doing here? Waiting for me to treat you to a midnight snack? Hurry back before your Boss Dai succumbs to the poison."
Tang San decided to see her off all the way to the gate. Then, suddenly remembering that Bai Chenxiang had left and he now lacked someone to carry his luggage or drive his carriage, he added, "Oh, come by tomorrow at noon. I'll be heading to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's castle anyway—you might as well go home and see your father."
"Huh? But I—" Before Ning Rongrong could finish, a distant shout cut through the night: "Rongrong!!"
Hearing the voice, both Ning Rongrong and Tang San turned toward the dark street. There, sprinting toward them with a worried expression, was Oscar.
Seeing him, Ning Rongrong exclaimed in surprise, "Oscar? What are you doing here?"
"I was worried about you, so..." As Oscar ran closer, he suddenly noticed that Ning Rongrong's buttons were undone: "Rongrong, you, you... you and him!"
Only then did Ning Rongrong remember that she had unbuttoned the top of her clothes earlier. Though only two buttons were undone, exposing little, it could still be defined as 'disheveled attire'!
Moonless night, seeking help, a man and woman alone, disheveled clothes, eyes rimmed red!!!!
Just twenty words painted an entire erotic scene!
Oscar's mind was already conjuring images—Ning Rongrong screaming, helpless, trembling in a corner, heaven and earth ignoring her pleas, while Tang San laughed wickedly like a demon, tearing at clothes, forcing himself upon her!
Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed crimson as she fumbled to rebutton her clothes, hastily saying, "What nonsense are you spouting? Nothing happened between us."
In this situation, her explanation only seemed like a feeble attempt to cover up. Oscar's face drained of color, his legs nearly giving way. Then, his eyes turned bloodshot as he roared like a rabid dog, "Tang San!! You despicable, shameless scoundrel! How dare you use Boss Dai's life to force Rongrong into this!"
Tang San looked at Oscar with disgust and said, "Have you spent too much time in brothels? Your brain's rotted to the point you think everyone acts like you."
"I'll kill you!" Oscar wasn't about to listen to Tang San's explanations. His goddess had been defiled—right or wrong no longer mattered to him.
Seeing Oscar charge at him like a mad dog, Tang San sighed before kicking him away as effortlessly as swatting a stray. A trail of blood arced through the air as Oscar was sent flying.
"Oscar!" Ning Rongrong rushed over as she saw him get kicked away.
"Get away from me! I don't need your pity!" Oscar shoved her aside, his heart shattered beyond repair, deaf to any explanations.
"You—Oscar, what's wrong with you? The most important thing right now is bringing the antidote back to Boss Dai! Nothing happened between us!" Ning Rongrong was furious now. How dare this insignificant Oscar shake her off and slander her!
Hearing that she had obtained the antidote, Oscar let out a bitter laugh. If she'd even gotten the antidote, what more was there to say? Without another word, he vanished into the night.
Tang San shook his head helplessly. "This lovesick fool... a fatal flaw in cultivation."
"Why are you still standing there? We finally got the antidote—aren't you going back?"
Ning Rongrong watched Oscar disappear into the distance but knew the priority was delivering the antidote first. She decided against chasing after him.
"You're in no state to go home now. Don't come tomorrow—sort out your team's affairs first."
But Ning Rongrong shook her head. "No, I want to go home too."
The next day, as Tang San prepared to head to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he found Ning Rongrong already waiting at the gate.
Looking at her, Tang San noticed something different about her today. It wasn't her appearance or attire—it was her demeanor, her gaze. The arrogance and willfulness in her eyes had lessened, replaced by maturity and steadiness.
"You know how to drive a carriage, right? Since it's your home we're going to, you take the reins."
Hearing Tang San tell her to drive the carriage as the coachman, Ning Rongrong wore an expression of utter disbelief. "You want me to be the coachman?!"
Tang San scoffed. "Tch, what's wrong with you being the coachman? That's about all you're good for anyway. After cultivating for so long, you're only at rank twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Just drive and stop wasting time."
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth in anger and stomped her foot furiously, but in the end, she obediently went to take the reins, steering the carriage toward the direction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
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