Tang San's Stubborn Temper Was Worse Than a Donkey's

The pain was gone?

Did that mean she didn't need treatment anymore?

Zhu Zhuqing had a voluptuous figure, and her pair of peaks was mesmerizing. How could Cao Mengde let her go?

He had to play with her for at least a month.

"Zhu Zhuqing..."

Cao Mengde sighed meaningfully.

"This is a serious illness, and there's a high chance of a relapse. If it returns, things will only be worse than they are now. When that happens, I'm afraid even I won't be able to treat you. You'll swell up and die."

Hearing that a relapse would make things much worse,

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned with fright.

This illness had already subjected her to the most extreme pain. How could she dare hope to get lucky?

"All right."

That more or less secured a month of Zhu Zhuqing's service.

Cao Mengde straightened up his appearance.

At that moment,

Zhu Zhuqing raised a slender, jade-white hand, intending to remove the blindfold covering her eyes.

Cao Mengde, standing before her, saw it all.

"Wait."

"Don't take it off just yet. The treatment isn't over."

It wasn't over?

Zhu Zhuqing asked in confusion, "Haven't you finished applying the ointment?"

To be honest,

Cao Mengde was quite satisfied after experiencing the pleasure of Zhu Zhuqing's twin peaks.

But that was far from Zhu Zhuqing's only attraction.

As everyone knew,

Zhu Zhuqing was an ice-cold beauty, and the coldness on her face was second to none.

And that very coldness, which kept people a thousand miles away, often stirred a powerful desire to conquer her.

Since that coldness showed on her face,

the contrast would surely be striking, wouldn't it?

"Zhu Zhuqing, you still need to take the medicinal liquid I prepared. Only by taking medicine internally and applying it externally, together with a month of treatment, can your strange illness be completely cured."

Zhu Zhuqing had thought the treatment was over.

She hadn't expected another course of treatment.

"All right."

"Then why can't I take off the blindfold?"

Wasn't she just taking medicine? What did that have to do with wearing a blindfold?

At that point,

Cao Mengde immediately brought out the same story he had used to fool Xiao Wu.

"That's right."

"The medicinal liquid is also hidden inside a carrot and has to soak for a long time."

"To keep it from losing its medicinal properties, the opening in the carrot is very small. You'll need to suck it out slowly. As for the blindfold, the medicinal ingredients are special and can harm your eyes and hands, so I have to hold it and feed it to you. Xiao Wu has been through this; you can ask her afterward."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't need to ask Xiao Wu.

She believed Cao Mengde's explanation.

She knew nothing about treating illnesses herself, so she was willing to do whatever Cao Mengde said.

"All right, then. Sorry to trouble you to feed me the medicine, Divine Hand Douluo."

Cao Mengde slowly stepped forward and began feeding Zhu Zhuqing the medicine.

Watching Zhu Zhuqing apply herself,

Cao Mengde's heart pounded with excitement.

The sight of the cold beauty sucking diligently, then swallowing every last drop of the medicinal liquid,

was a contrast taken to the extreme. It was breathtaking.

Another hour passed.

Cao Mengde's lust had been satisfied a second time.

That had really hit the spot.

"All right, Zhu Zhuqing, you can take off the blindfold and leave now."

At the same time,

he didn't forget to remind Zhu Zhuqing.

"That young lady Xiao Wu is your companion, isn't she? Like you, she comes here every day for treatment. From now on, you two can come together and keep each other company."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

Remembering that Cao Mengde let patients decide what to pay for treatment,

she took out some Gold Soul Coins and placed them in his hand.

"Please, don't see me out, Divine Hand Douluo. I'll take my leave."

Watching Zhu Zhuqing's retreating figure,

Cao Mengde began to imagine

feeding Xiao Wu the medicinal liquid while applying ointment to Zhu Zhuqing.

He already couldn't wait for twice the pleasure.

[Ding...]

[The Disease Treatment System informs the host: Congratulations on successfully treating Zhu Zhuqing. You have gained 1 level of Soul Power.]

Not bad.

His Soul Power had reached level 96.

Of course,

level 96 Soul Power didn't excite Cao Mengde.

After all, he was bound to receive the system's reward, so there was nothing to make a fuss about.

He needed to get to sleep.

Tomorrow he could experience twice the pleasure. That was what was truly worth looking forward to.

As for Tang San, since he wasn't coming to him for treatment, he wouldn't bother with him.

He wondered whether the herniated disc would hurt that fellow to death.

At the very least, Tang San wouldn't be able to take part in the Soul Master Tournament.

Just as Cao Mengde had expected.

Hiss...

Tang San walked very slowly.

He held his aching lower back with both hands, his face full of pain.

One moment he sucked in a sharp breath; the next, his expression twisted.

"Brother, even Grandmaster told you to rest and not take part in the tournament. Why won't you listen?" Xiao Wu supported Tang San by the arm as they headed toward the Spirit Hall arena with Shrek's teachers and students.

Tang San forcibly suppressed the pain.

Only then could he muster the strength to speak.

"I have to take part in the Soul Master Tournament."

After all,

which match along the way had he missed?

Now that the finals were at hand, he had to take part even if he had to crawl.

Unable to change Tang San's mind, the others could only fall silent and enter the Soul Master Tournament venue.

"Oh, look, isn't that Tang San? What's wrong with him?"

"Haha, he must have gone to Red Romance last night and thrown out his back."

"Isn't Tang San supposed to be a pure and innocent man? He goes to places like that too?"

"Maybe he looks pure on the outside, but he's filthy on the inside?"

They had only just entered the arena

when the teams Shrek Academy had defeated in the past,

along with the other onlookers gathered around, began talking among themselves.

Hearing their words,

Tang San's face darkened.

Those bastards.

How dare they slander him?

It seemed they already had a way to die.

If he hadn't been ill, he would certainly have gone to demand justice.

"Shut up! Third Brother would never go to a place like that," Xiao Wu retorted on the spot, her face cold.

The crowd paid her no heed and continued whispering among themselves.

"Maybe Xiao Wu drained Tang San dry."

"That's possible too, but isn't Tang San pretty useless? If it were me, only the field would be plowed to ruin; the ox would never die of exhaustion."

Huh?

Hearing that,

the Soul Masters beside him who had joined the discussion found it amusing.

Wasn't it always that only the ox died of exhaustion, while the field could never be plowed to ruin?

Suddenly turning heaven and earth upside down like that was a truly vivid touch.

"Brother, that's a fine twist on the saying. An inspired stroke, really."

"You're too kind. I didn't come up with it; Cao Mengde did."

"Who is this Cao Mengde?"

"You don't know Cao Mengde? Haven't you read his Douluo Continent fan fiction? He's the strongest smut-driving Douluo under heaven."

"Really? I'll be sure to read it one day."

The Shrek teachers and students were speechless, dark lines covering their faces.

The ever-short-tempered Liu Erlong clenched her fists and was about to teach those people talking nonsense a lesson.

But Yu Xiaogang stopped her.

"Erlong, the match is about to start."

Because everyone had been looking after Tang San's condition,

they had been delayed on the way to the venue.

By now, the tournament host was already announcing the rules.

Su Yuntao held a microphone.

He announced in a voice ringing with excitement,

"The teams competing today are Shrek Academy and Blazing Fire Academy."

"Will both teams please take the stage."

Blazing Fire Academy?

That was the team their academy had defeated back in the Heaven Dou Empire.

There was little doubt they could defeat Blazing Fire Academy again.

But

things were different now.

They had won before because Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was immune to fire.

Now,

forget fire immunity.

Even whether Tang San could take the stage was in question.

"Little San, what are you doing? Come back here."

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically.

He rushed forward in a few strides and blocked Tang San's path.

"You're this ill, and you still want to compete? I already said Tai Long would take your place."

Tang San's gaze was resolute.

"Teacher, please let me take the stage."

"I... have to compete."

He had finally made it to the finals after all that hardship.

How could he not compete?

As fiercely competitive as Tang San was, he wished he could take part in every match.

Yu Xiaogang continued trying to persuade him.

"I know you really want to compete."

"But your condition isn't what it was before. Once the fighting starts, how can you expect everyone to feel at ease?"

Yu Xiaogang was still being too reserved.

Never mind the Blazing Fire Academy attacking.

Whether Tang San could even summon his Martial Soul or use a Soul Skill was a mystery.

"No..."

Tang San freed one of the hands bracing his waist and simply grabbed hold of Yu Xiaogang.

"Teacher, even if I have to beg you."

"Please let me compete."

Yu Xiaogang knew Tang San was stubborn.

That trait was both his strength and his weakness.

It had always been that way.

Once Tang San decided on something, no one could stop him.

"All right."

Yu Xiaogang had no choice.

He could only turn and instruct Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others.

"If anything happens to Tang San, stop the match immediately. Even if the Shrek Team has to concede, I can't let anything happen to him."

"Don't worry, Grandmaster. We'll be sure to watch out for him."

The match was important.

But life was more important.

However.

Tang San didn't see it that way.

Having lived two lives, his refusal to admit defeat ran deeper in his bones than anyone else's.

Never mind a mere Blazing Fire Academy.

Even against a Titled Douluo.

Or a god of legend.

He was confident he could defeat them.

Because.

He had always swept all before him, winning every battle, and simply couldn't afford to lose.

Once he lost.

The enormous blow of that contrast would leave him unable to accept the result.

So.

Even though his waist hurt terribly, he had to win.

"Blazing Fire Academy, come on."

"Brothers, summon your Martial Souls."