Hey, You in Blue, You've Got Quite a Temper!

He secretly circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill, his fingers already gripping three Bone-Piercing Needles inside the jade stones on his belt.

If anyone in that carriage dared utter so much as half a disrespectful word again, he would let them taste the power of Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, which could silently cripple a person's meridians!

Yet the moment Tang San's shout, which he thought so imposing, fell silent, She Long, who stood guard ten paces from the Eastern Palace carriage, did not even move half a step. He merely turned his head coldly and glanced toward Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.

Hum!

With nothing more than a glance from the corner of his eye, the terrifying, almost tangible spiritual pressure of a rank ninety-two Titled Douluo slammed down on Tang San and Yu Xiaogang from more than ten zhang away, like an invisible iceberg towering ten thousand zhang high!

Tang San had been about to activate his Purple Demon Eye to see what was inside the carriage, but his eyes suddenly felt as though they had been stabbed by needles. A thunderous boom exploded in his mind, and the rank twenty-nine internal power of his Mysterious Heaven Skill, his pride and joy, was instantly suppressed!

The fingers he had pressed against his belt trembled violently. He staggered back three steps, unable to control himself, and slammed into a wooden post of the tea stall!

Yu Xiaogang, standing beside him, fared even worse. The instant She Long's icy presence swept over him, his legs gave way, and his rank twenty-nine Soul Power could not put up the slightest resistance. Had he not gripped the shaft of the blue-cloth carriage beside him with both hands, he would have fallen to his knees in the mud on the spot!

"Brother! What's wrong?!"

Xiao Wu's expression changed drastically. She hurried forward to support Tang San, who was swaying on his feet, and cast a horrified glance at the expressionless guard in coarse clothing in the distance. She instinctively shielded Tang San behind her and suppressed her presence to the utmost.

As a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, Xiao Wu was a hundred times more sensitive to danger than Tang San and Yu Xiaogang!

Just now, the middle-aged guard in gray standing beside the eight-horse carriage had released the tiniest trace of his presence, and her soul had instinctively sensed a deadly threat!

A mere attendant guarding a carriage was actually a Titled Douluo?!

Just what terrifying figure was sitting inside that carriage?!

Tang San clutched his stifled chest, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. Unprecedented shock and fear surged in his eyes.

Not only had his Purple Demon Eye failed to see anything of what lay inside the carriage, but the gaze of an ordinary guard beside it had nearly injured his mind!

Before such an absolute gulf in power, his rank twenty-nine Soul Power and Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, his pride and joy, were as insignificant as an ant trying to wave its forelegs at a giant dragon!

"Hey, you in blue, you've got quite a temper!"

At the carriage window, Paimon planted her hands on her little waist and looked down at the deathly pale Tang San, who had been forced back against the post. She pursed her lips and complained:

"Paimon wasn't wrong! You've got a tuft of blue weeds on your head and a little black iron hammer hidden on you. You've clearly got two Martial Souls, but you listened to that dark-faced uncle and stuck a stinky green snake and a rotten vine onto your weeds! He's running you in circles, using you as his test field, and you're still helping that swindler yell at people. You're an ungrateful, sneaky blue-grass guy!"

What?!

To the others at the tea stall, Paimon's casual words might have sounded like a child's nonsense, but to Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, they were no less than a bolt from the blue!

Tang San jerked his head up, every trace of color draining from his already pale face. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms!

"Blue weeds... a little black iron hammer... a snake and a vine..."

The strange little white-clad sprite poking her head out of the carriage window knew all about his Second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, which he had never revealed to outsiders, as well as his First Soul Ring, the Mandala Snake, and his Second Soul Ring, the Ghost Vine?!

How was that possible?!

Apart from his father, Tang Hao, and his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, there was absolutely no third person in the world who knew about his Clear Sky Hammer! Even Xiao Wu, who had lived under the same roof with him for six years, had never seen the hammer in his left hand!

Beside him, Yu Xiaogang's breathing grew rapid as he stared at the eight-horse dragonscale carriage to the east, bearing the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's emblem. His dark face, flushed with shame and anger moments ago, had turned ashen, and his back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Eight royal dragonscale horses... an escort who was at least a Soul Douluo, or even a Titled Douluo, a peerless expert... and someone inside the carriage had seen through Tang San's deeply hidden Twin Martial Souls and the origins of his Soul Rings at a glance!

Could they be a senior figure from Spirit Hall, or one of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's reclusive consecrators?!

Tang San's identity as the son of Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao was a sensitive one. If he clashed with such an unfathomable power at this roadside station, let alone Yu Xiaogang, not even ten Nuoding Academies combined could save his life!

"Xiao San! Shut up! Don't be rude!"

Having come to his senses, Yu Xiaogang could no longer concern himself with his dignity as Grandmaster or the honor of his theories. He grabbed Tang San's arm and held it tight, lowering his hoarse voice as he sternly scolded him.

Then the Grandmaster, who had just been standing tall and reciting the "Ten Core Competencies," stiffly lowered his proud head. Pulling the humiliated and horrified Tang San along, he did not even dare buy breakfast from the tea stall. He turned around and pushed Tang San and Xiao Wu into their own blue-cloth carriage.

"Go, leave for Suotuo City at once. Don't cause any more trouble here!"

Yu Xiaogang even changed his original plan to let Tang San and Xiao Wu travel to Suotuo City by themselves. He hurried into the carriage and urged the driver to turn it around with a crack of the whip. They fled Wangnan Tea Station in disgrace, heading down the southbound official road.

Ning Rongrong had just finished buying a steamer of crab-roe soup dumplings and some milk pastries and run back. Watching the blue-cloth carriage scramble onto the official road and flee, she blinked her big eyes in bewilderment.

"Huh? Why did the people in that shabby carriage run off so fast? I even saw a girl with a long braid and a guy in blue. Their faces were as white as if they'd seen a ghost!"

"It's nothing. Just two passersby, frogs at the bottom of a well."

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze from the window and took the oil-paper package Ning Rongrong handed inside. He took out a warm milk pastry and gave it to Paimon.

With that glance just now, Paimon's full-map navigation panel had already laid Tang San and Yu Xiaogang bare. One was a phony Grandmaster who was only rank twenty-nine yet treated his incomplete theories as sacred decrees. The other was a transmigrator with Twin Martial Souls and Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, who outwardly respected his teacher and his teachings but was quick to harbor murderous intent in secret.

Today at the tea station outside Nuoding City, he had merely toyed with them on a whim. Once they reached the Rose Hotel in Suotuo City and Shrek Academy, there would be plenty of time to strip away, piece by piece, everything this teacher and disciple were so proud of.

"Mmm! This milk pastry smells so good!"

Paimon bit off half the pastry and happily narrowed her big eyes, having long since cast the dark-faced swindler and the sneaky blue-grass guy to the farthest corners of the sky.

"Lin Feng, Lin Feng, Ning Rongrong, let's hurry up, eat our fill, and get going! Paimon can't wait to go to Suotuo City and see if that Monster Academy called Shrek has anyone more fun than that fortune-telling uncle!"

Beside the carriage shaft, Qian Renxue glanced in the direction the blue-cloth carriage had disappeared along the southern road, then looked at Lin Feng inside the carriage, wiping pastry crumbs from the corner of Paimon's mouth. She could not help recalling how Paimon had casually exposed the blue-clad youth's "Twin Martial Souls" moments ago.

Twin Martial Souls... Blue Silver Grass and a hammer...

Qian Renxue's eyes flickered, and she silently committed a key piece of intelligence to memory: "Yu Xiaogang has a twelve-year-old disciple with Twin Martial Souls who is heading to Shrek Academy in Suotuo City."

It seemed she had truly made the right choice in finding an excuse to come along to Suotuo City this time!

"Let's set off. We'll enter Suotuo City before noon."