The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

As soon as the words fell, a voice filled with mockery drifted over nearby.

"Haha? Who is stupid enough to boast shamelessly here early in the morning?"

Qin Hao and Ma Jiajia looked over simultaneously.

At the entrance of the Martial Ancestor’s Secret Chamber, a man and a woman walked side by side.

The man was bare-chested, with muscles bulging all over—a strange fashion in this retro world.

Nonetheless, his long arms and legs, along with large palms, gave off a feeling of exceptional strength.

In comparison, the woman beside him seemed more petite and delicate, though her beauty was undeniable, and her swaying snake-like waist drew many eyes.

As they approached, the man’s gaze landed on Qin Hao: "So you’re the kid talking nonsense just now?"

The woman beside him giggled mockingly: "Ma Jiajia, is this the newcomer you’ve chosen? How dazed, your taste doesn’t seem so good right now."

Qin Hao noticed that from the moment this pair appeared, Ma Jiajia’s face had turned pale.

Moreover, her body was subtly trembling.

"Wu Zilan, even though we may not interact anymore, we were sisters once; I don’t want to argue with you!"

For a change, Ma Jiajia’s face showed some pallor, yet her attitude was firm.

"Argue?" Wu Zilan laughed: "Little sister, you were just a tagalong trailing my backside in those days. With your level, how dare you argue with me?"

The nearby boy deliberately expressed surprise: "Zilan, is this the brat you told me about who followed you around all the time outside?"

"Indeed!"

Wu Zilan loudly proclaimed: "In the past, my family was the richest merchant in Wu Country, while Ma Jiajia’s father was merely a fishmonger. She used to be my maid, at my beck and call. Later, surprisingly, she struck lucky and got noticed by the Immortal Master, joining the sect with me."

With these words, Qin Hao began to understand. So Ma Jiajia and Wu Zilan share this kind of relationship.

But logically, having grown up and entered the sect together, shouldn’t they be united?

Yet soon, Qin Hao noticed the clue.

Wu Zilan looked at Ma Jiajia’s face with disdain, but her eyes seemed filled with jealousy and anger.

Qin Hao instantly understood.

In the past, Wu Zilan was the lady, and Ma Jiajia was the maid.

While within the sect, their status was equivalent; one could even say Ma Jiajia had the upper hand, especially as she was favored by Ji Xinhu.

Therefore, with inner imbalance, Wu Zilan began targeting Ma Jiajia.

Putting it all together in his mind, Qin Hao understood the cause and effect.

"Wu Zilan, why are you bringing up these old matters?" Ma Jiajia’s face showed a hint of sorrow.

"Humph! Cheap woman! Are you feeling guilty?"

Wu Zilan’s face was filled with anger: "Did you not feel guilty when you took my spot back then?"

"I did not..." Ma Jiajia shook her head pale-faced: "The master chose me, what could I do?"

"Humph! If it weren’t for your seductive ways catching Ji Xinhu’s attention! Otherwise, the True Disciple spot would have been mine!"

Wu Zilan’s face was exceptionally dark, but she soon sneered: "However, even if I couldn’t enter Ji Xinhu’s sect, didn’t I still rely on my own effort to come under my current master’s wing? Ma Jiajia, you’re just a lucky tramp, do you know that?"

After being subjected to such words, Ma Jiajia’s face turned white, her eyes brimming with tears.

Despite her outward appearance of innocence and vitality, deep down she’s still a young girl.

By calculation, she wasn’t even eighteen, an age meant for joyful existence, yet here at the sect, being insulted by a former friend it’s unbearable.

How could anyone withstand this feeling?

"Haha! Tramp, you want to cry now?" Wu Zilan’s face grew even more arrogant: "In the past, you were like this! A little grievance, and you’d cry to me seeking sympathy! Back then, I treated you so well, yet you still betrayed me..."

At this point, the boy beside chimed in: "What a shameless cheap woman!"

Their scolding provided great satisfaction, and Ma Jiajia’s eyes turned completely red.

At this moment, Qin Hao couldn’t endure it any longer and raised an eyebrow: "What are you two yammering about here? Do you not see this is the Martial Ancestor’s Secret Chamber?"

These words shocked Wu Zilan and the boy.

This guy dares to face us?

Is he looking for trouble?

"Boy, what’s your name?" the boy seemed somewhat angry, said with a stern face.

"None of your damn business!" Qin Hao replied coldly.

"Haha! Worthless! You don’t even dare to utter your name!"

The boy mocked loudly.

Beside him, Wu Zilan laughed: "Shan Mubing, this kid probably peed his pants looking at you, how dare he reveal his name?"

"Haha, that might be the case. Someone dumb enough to say what he just did couldn’t possibly be normal?"

Shan Mubing laughed heartily, completely dismissing Qin Hao.

"Big fool! Do you know when you’re clucking and chattering you resemble a resentful woman?" Qin Hao said something that wiped the smile off Shan Mubing’s face, prompting him to shout: "What did you say?"

"I said you’re like an abandoned stray dog, no wonder your mouth reeks and you’re so full of resentment."

Qin Hao uttered the insults in a calm tone, their impact utterly vicious.

Shan Mubing was enraged, clenching his fists tightly together.

"Dumbass! Are you thinking of making a move here?"

Qin Hao wasn’t intimidated by Shan Mubing; instead, he chuckled: "Of course, if you’re willing, I’m happy to let your little fists have a go."

Shan Mubing’s face twisted with rage.

If possible, he’d split this sharp-tongued guy apart on the spot.

But remembering the rule against fighting within the Martial Ancestor’s Secret Chamber, he could only grit his teeth and growl: "You little brat! Just wait to suffer later!"

"Senior brother, no need to waste words with this trash! Being noticed by Ma Jiajia, this tramp, he’s definitely just worthless too."

Wu Zilan chimed in: "You’re degrading your status arguing with this trash."

Once the words were spoken, Qin Hao remarked lightly: "Cheap woman, do you know you now resemble a sow?"

"What did you say? Have the nerve to repeat that!"

Wu Zilan’s fury exploded instantly, her eyes full of rage.

Indeed, she was good at spewing insults, but that didn’t mean she could take them.

Quite the opposite, being a wealthy young lady, she never suffered grievances.

Thus, just one insult makes her particularly sensitive.

Raising an eyebrow, Qin Hao said lightly: "Is this sow deaf? Should I help you issue a ’sow disability certificate’?"

"Brat, you’re dead! Once outside, I’m going to kill you!" A moment ago Wu Zilan was advising Shan Mubing to stay calm, yet in the next moment, she was frenzied.