To be honest, when Tang San heard Alban and Cecilia in turn, he felt tempted for an instant. Why had he not intervened earlier? Why had he waited until after Alban made a move before planning to help Cecilia and earn her favor? Was it not because he had his eye on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's enormous power?
In his previous life, although he had been a traitor of the Tang Sect, he considered himself utterly loyal and emotionally attached to it. Everything he had done had been for the sake of recreating the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus. He was the Tang Sect's true heir, and before dying, he had preserved his innocence in the Tang Sect. In his own eyes, he was practically pure as ice and jade.
Someone like him, now in Soul Land, surely had both the mission and qualifications to make the Tang Sect flourish. To make the Tang Sect flourish, he naturally needed customers for hidden weapons. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was a very suitable target.
He had tried to approach Cecilia before because, in the future, he wanted to sell his series of Tang Sect hidden weapons for sky-high prices.
But after seeing the handgun, he naturally realized that his hidden weapons might have no chance of being sold to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect at all.
On the other side, he actually had a better impression of Alban. They were both men, after all. Cecilia also clearly did not value Shrek Academy very much, which displeased Tang San, who already considered himself a member of Shrek. After weighing things, he naturally leaned to one side.
Tang San still stretched out a hand to stop Alban, but he turned and said in a low voice, "Cecilia, I advise you to apologize to Alban. You should understand that in this world, not everything can be bought with money and power. This is an academy, and only an academy. We are all classmates. If you continue carrying the attitude and sense of superiority that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect gives you, you will only invite disaster."
A faint trace of disdain flashed through his eyes. Alban was arrogant, and Cecilia was spoiled, but in truth, the proudest person present was Tang San himself.
In the mind of this man from an ancient world, he had lived two lives and possessed twin Martial Souls. He was a true favored son of heaven. If this had been ancient times, he might have been one step away from shouting that the heavens were dead and the Tang heavens should rise.
Alban and Cecilia meant nothing to him. Cecilia's commanding tone had merely stirred his pride.
"Tang San, you are helping him too?" After Cecilia heard Tang San's words, her vigilance rose sharply. She had seen Tang San's little tricks. Although their damage seemed average, they were difficult and strange. Even Barrett Knox, a seventh-ring Spirit King, had suffered from them. How could she, a support-type girl, possibly resist?
Fortunately, she still had Soulcraft devices. The gun in her hand was for attack, the inner armor beneath her clothes was for defense, and the boots on her feet were for escape. Thinking of that, Cecilia subconsciously raised the gun.
"Clang."
"Ugh!"
With the sound of impact and a startled cry, Cecilia had not even reacted. She only felt her hand jolt, and the handgun in her grip was knocked flying by Tang San's hidden weapon. A cut opened across her finger as well.
"Cecilia, that weapon of yours is too dangerous. You cannot handle it, so I hope you will not use it again." As he spoke, Tang San flicked the hidden weapon in his hand, as if showing it off to her.
"Hahaha! You little bitch from that Glazed Tile Sect. Without Spirit Hall's garbage, what can you do now?" Seeing that Cecilia no longer had her gun, Alban, still in a rage, directly ruined Tang San's plan. He shoved Tang San aside and walked toward Cecilia.
This time, Cecilia was truly frightened. Her storage bracelet flashed, and a small bottle appeared in her hand. In the next second, she thrust the bottle toward her waist. Unfortunately, before she could use it, Alban rushed over and slapped it out of her hand.
"Hmph. Trash uses trash." As he spoke, Alban had already raised his hand. He ignored Tang San's warning from behind him and aimed a slap at Cecilia's face.
Cecilia's face went pale with fear. She had already shut her eyes by instinct. But after waiting several seconds, no pain came. She quietly opened her eyes and saw a handsome man in a black windbreaker standing behind Alban, gripping his raised wrist.
She had never met that man, but she recognized his face. Her father, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had warned her again and again that playing around was fine, but there were some people she absolutely could not provoke. This man was the one her father had emphasized repeatedly after those warnings: the Saint of Spirit Hall, Wu Ling.
After Wu Ling summoned Red Hare on the Blue Silver Plains, he used several thousand-year Blue Silver Grass there to summon Robin Hood and Paul Bunyan, two Heroic Spirits with ties to forests. Then, when Wu Ling tried to summon again, he discovered that several attempts all failed.
Wu Ling kept many thoughts to himself and decided to handle proper business first. Using the sixth clone he had left in Soto City beforehand, he switched positions and returned directly. Then, with Hassan of the Hundred Personas' clones, he found Tang San. As a result, the moment he arrived, he heard someone call Rose's product garbage.
That sentence directly enraged Wu Ling. Almost everything on his body right now had been made by Rose. According to Alban's words, would that not mean he was wearing garbage from head to toe?
Then Wu Ling focused and saw that the speaker was none other than Alban Regis, the prince who had fled. To Wu Ling, this useless prince was the most typical representative of nobility. Tear away the disguise of etiquette, and the inside was dirtier than anything.
After that, he saw Cecilia in front of Alban and realized the two were in conflict.
Even if it were not for Cecilia, just for Rose's sake, Wu Ling would first beat Alban up. Therefore, the moment Alban raised his hand, Wu Ling directly grabbed his wrist.
As Wu Ling gripped Alban's wrist, his contemptuous gaze fell on Alban. Before Alban could turn his head, the pressure from his wrist and the gaze behind his head made him feel tremendous danger. By instinct, he activated his Spirit Skill.
"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!" Alban felt as if his hand had been locked in iron pincers. Panic surged through him, so he used his strongest Spirit Skill directly. The White Tiger Vajra Transformation from a thousand-year Vajra Tiger doubled his strength at once.
"Overestimating yourself." Seeing that Alban still dared resist, Wu Ling's eyes turned cold. The hand gripping Alban's wrist clenched sharply. With a cracking sound, Alban let out a miserable scream. His entire right arm sagged limply, as if it no longer had bones to support it.
The author forgot to give this raw chapter a proper title after finishing it, so the translated title is kept neutral.