Chapter 27: Teaching Ning Rongrong a Lesson! This Comes with a Reward?
"Six chambers, only one bullet."
"You saw the Python Revolver's power during the day."
"So tell me—"
"If you hit the jackpot, do you think you'll survive?"
The cold, black muzzle was aimed straight at her.
Ning Rongrong's body froze, her mind going blank!
Cold sweat broke out on her fair skin.
She could only watch in horror as Tang Lan pulled the trigger.
"Click—"
Ning Rongrong's delicate body shuddered!
Only after confirming she wasn't riddled with holes did she collapse onto the ground, gasping violently for air.
She looked at Tang Lan in terror.
——He really dared to kill her!
In that moment—
Her status as the heir of an Upper Three Sect, the granddaughter of two Title Douluo—
Meant nothing.
If she died here, even if Tang Lan was hunted down afterward, what would it matter?
Between life and death, there is great terror… and great enlightenment.
And Ning Rongrong understood.
Unfortunately—
Tang Lan had no intention of letting her off so easily.
He raised the gun again and pulled the trigger four more times—
"Click—"
"Click—"
"Click—"
"Click—"
Four empty shots.
Ning Rongrong shuddered violently each time.
"Wow!" Tang Lan said exaggeratedly. "Five times, all empty? Your luck is pretty good."
He turned the muzzle back on her, grinning.
"That means the sixth shot… is real."
"Any last words?"
Ning Rongrong's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Tears of pure terror streamed down her face.
"I—I was wrong!"
"I'm sorry!"
"I'll never offend you again!"
"I—"
"I can buy my life!"
She frantically poured out a pile of large gold bars from her storage soul tool.
Tang Lan took them all without hesitation—considering them her tuition fee.
Ning Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought she had escaped death.
Until she saw Tang Lan raise the gun at her again.
She was stunned!
Her eyes filled with disbelief!
"Didn't you take my money?! You—"
"Bang!"
Ning Rongrong jerked her head back, pupils contracting to pinpricks!
Clutching her burning chest, she collapsed onto the floor.
Her life flashed before her eyes.
Bullying fellow disciples,
Pranking classmates,
Embarrassing teachers—
From an outsider's perspective…
Her twelve years of life had been nothing but arrogance and willfulness.
She finally understood.
If she had another chance, she would change.
But—
There was no chance.
Her eyes slowly closed.
A few seconds later—
Ning Rongrong suddenly opened her eyes, sitting up in confusion.
She looked down at herself—
Her clothes were intact, with only a spent bullet casing resting on her lap.
"Oh no~" Tang Lan said dramatically. "Looks like I only loaded the primer, no actual gunpowder. Guess it didn't do much, huh?"
Ning Rongrong didn't quite understand, but she realized one thing—
She had been played.
Her anger flared instantly, her eyes widened as she prepared to explode—
But then—
She recalled the memories that had just flashed before her eyes.
And she fell silent.
All those people she bullied and pranked—
They must have been just as angry as she was now.
Should she lash out?
What if Tang Lan decided to actually pull the trigger next time?
[Host has made Ning Rongrong recognize her own faults, increasing the fortune of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You have replaced Tang San as Ning Fengzhi's honored guest. Successfully plundering a small portion of Tang San's destiny!]
[Reward: Mastery of Submachine Gun-Class Short-Barreled Firearms!]
Type 54 SMG, MP5, P90, Uzi—
Tang Lan's mind jammed for a moment as knowledge of models, structures, and components flooded his brain.
Good thing—
Ning Rongrong was also deep in self-reflection, so the two of them just stared at each other in a daze for several seconds.
Then—
Ning Rongrong stood up, giving Tang Lan a long, deep look before turning to leave.
Tang Lan snapped out of his thoughts, parting the Blue Silver Grass to let her go.
Not bad—
Even teaching the little princess a lesson earned him such a generous reward.
With a wave of his hand, the door closed.
Yawning, Tang Lan settled back down to sleep.
But barely a few minutes later—
"Creak—"
The door opened again.
Tang Lan chuckled.
Was his dorm a freaking inn?
Why were people coming and going all night?
He turned—
And found himself staring into a pair of soft pink eyes.
Shifting over slightly, he made space.
Xiao Wu giggled mischievously, snuggling beside him.
She grabbed his hand, basking in the heat of his Nine Yang Divine Skill inner energy, and closed her eyes in contentment.
"Can't sleep without you, Brother." She grinned.
As for her earlier anger?
She had already forgotten about it.
"You, huh." Tang Lan said affectionately. "Always having me help you cultivate—aren't you afraid I'll fall behind in levels?"
Xiao Wu pouted.
Her tone turned a little sour.
"Your Nine Yang Divine Skill runs on its own—you don't even need to train."
So unfair!
They cultivated the same technique, but the gap between them kept growing.
Her talent still couldn't compare to her brother's.
The Next Morning.
Xiao Wu sneaked back to her dorm before sunrise—her toiletries were still there, after all.
A few minutes later—
Tang Lan and Xiao Wu met up again and headed for the cafeteria.
Seeing them, the chef, Shao Xin, greeted them with a cheerful smile.
"You're here early!"
"Didn't you hear? Classes have been delayed until the afternoon."
Xiao Wu blinked, confused.
Tang Lan struggled to suppress his smirk.
Looked like Flender got beaten pretty badly last night too.
"Aren't you even earlier, Teacher Shao?" Tang Lan replied.
"Yeah, Teacher Shao, you're working so hard!" Xiao Wu chimed in sweetly.
After all, he was a 71st-level Food-Type Soul Sage—
And the ladle was in his hands.
Flattering him a little never hurt.
Shao Xin laughed heartily, his impression of the two improving even more.
Talented, powerful, well-mannered, and handsome—
What teacher wouldn't love a student like that?
Shao Xin immediately piled Tang Lan's plate high with meat and dishes.
"That's enough! Any more and it'll go to waste!" Tang Lan quickly said. "How about some vegetables? Xiao Wu likes them."
Hearing this, Shao Xin—
Grabbed another plate and filled it to the brim with vegetables.
"Young girls are still growing. Even greens are important!"
What could Xiao Wu do?
By the end of the meal, both of them looked like they were six months pregnant from overeating.
After saying goodbye to Shao Xin—
Since there were no classes today, the two of them wandered aimlessly around campus, casually discussing their training insights.
Tang Lan wasn't stingy.
Over the years—
Aside from Nine Yang Divine Skill, which wasn't suitable for Xiao Wu (so he only taught her the first two layers)—
Immortal Seal Technique, Dragon Capture Hand, and Ripple Light Steps were all freely shared.
——Xiao Wu was the kind of love-struck fool who would literally sacrifice herself for her lover.
How could he not treat her well?
Unlike Tang San—
Always hiding things.
By the end of the story, he hadn't even taught Xiao Wu a single martial art, yet willingly passed them on to untalented "disciples."
What was up with that?
Did he not trust his own wife?
Or was he afraid she'd surpass him?
As they chatted, they unintentionally wandered out of Shrek's campus and into a nearby village.
"Let me go!"
"I won't go with you!"
"No, stop!"
A distressed plea for help interrupted their conversation.
They turned—
And saw a chubby guy grabbing a village girl, refusing to let her leave.
He was saying some pretty wild stuff.
"Cuihua, you can leave, but before you go—just one more time, okay?"
"I promise, just once!"
Holy shit.
Did a "proper" person just say that out loud?!
The girl's face turned deathly pale at his words!
She struggled even harder.
"No! I won't!"
"I can't take it anymore!"
"Please, just let me go!"
Oh?
Tang Lan recognized that chubby guy—
Ma Hongjun.
He wasn't expecting to stumble upon his breakup just by wandering around.
And a "farewell round" too?
So the evil fire really couldn't be contained, huh?
(End of Chapter)