Tang Hao Loses His Composure and Flies into a Rage

A dignified Power Attack System Titled Douluo.

How could he lose to a Healing System Soul Master?

That was what galled Tang Hao the most.

No matter how much he struggled to understand it, he could not change what had happened.

Smack!

The green palm came at Tang Hao and slapped him out the door, blood spilling from his mouth.

"Cao..."

"Cao Mengde, you're a Healing System Soul Master. Where did you get an offensive Soul Skill?"

Clearly.

Tang Hao found it hard to accept his defeat.

Cao Mengde smiled faintly.

He walked slowly to the door, looked at Tang Hao lying on the ground, and said,

"Who says a Healing System Soul Master's Soul Skills can only heal?"

"And you call yourself a Titled Douluo? You don't know a thing. Get lost, and keep your tail between your legs whenever you see me from now on."

"'I'm ordering you to treat Tang San right now,' huh? Go on, keep barking orders at me."

Faced with such naked humiliation.

Tang Hao's anger shot sky-high.

He struggled for quite a while before finally getting to his feet.

With the Soul Master Tournament Finals about to begin and Tang San gravely ill, he could only rein himself in.

His tone also softened considerably.

"Divine Hand Douluo, you truly are formidable. I, Tang Hao, had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai."

"I was only joking with you just now, having a little spar. I hope you won't take offense, Divine Hand Douluo. Little San's illness still needs your treatment. Sorry for the trouble."

Hearing this.

Cao Mengde laughed out loud on the spot.

It wasn't that he was arrogant, but Tang Hao had come to his door acting tough. How could he not be arrogant in return?

Whoosh!

Cao Mengde vanished and reappeared in front of Tang Hao.

He reached out and patted his weathered old face.

"What spar? You might not mind, but I do."

"Where's that wild, unruly attitude of yours? You still expect me to treat your son? Not a chance."

At that moment.

Tang Hao bitterly regretted it.

Had he known things would come to this, he would have spoken politely from the start.

To ensure Tang San could take part in the Soul Master Tournament.

Tang Hao swallowed his anger and immediately changed his tune.

"I apologize for my earlier recklessness."

As he spoke.

Tang Hao bowed to Cao Mengde with great sincerity.

He also took some Gold Soul Coins out of his Soul Tool.

"This is to compensate you for the cost of repairing your door."

Because the two of them were standing in the street.

A large crowd of passersby had already gathered around them.

The many different looks directed at him made Tang Hao feel utterly humiliated.

If he hadn't needed Tang San treated in time for the Soul Master Tournament, he would never have apologized to Cao Mengde.

For the sake of his son's training.

He threw his pride away.

"Divine Hand Douluo, I'm sorry."

"Please accept my apology."

Cao Mengde remained calm and composed. He turned and walked into the main hall of Rejuvenation Hall.

He pointed at Tang San, who was groaning on the sickbed.

"Tang Hao, pick up your son and get lost!"

At once.

Tang Hao's face turned icy, and he demanded in a rage,

"I've already apologized. What more do you want?"

Cao Mengde replied just as sternly.

"Too late!"

"What were you doing earlier?"

"Only after the car's hit the wall do you think to turn? Only after stocks have gone up do you think to buy? Only after snot's run into your mouth do you think to wipe it away?"

Those choice sayings left Tang Hao utterly baffled.

What car, stocks, and snot?

But it was not hard to tell from his words that Cao Mengde was reproaching him for his earlier rudeness.

There was no medicine for regret in this world.

He could only keep trying.

Clutching his painfully aching chest, Tang Hao walked shakily into Rejuvenation Hall.

"Divine Hand Douluo, I, Tang Hao, have never begged anyone in my life. I'm begging you."

"Please treat Little San. Sorry for the trouble. I've brought the Blue Silver Emperor's leaves."

In truth.

Cao Mengde did not blame Tang Hao in the slightest for acting tough.

The reason he had dragged his feet and refused to open the door so early in the morning was to provoke Tang Hao.

Now that was settled.

With Tang Hao having acted tough first, he could refuse to treat both father and son from now on.

That way, there would be nothing to arouse suspicion, either.

"Tang Hao, it seems you don't even understand the basics of how to conduct yourself around others."

"How about this? I'll ask the locals what they think and see what everyone has to say."

With that.

Cao Mengde stood in the doorway of Rejuvenation Hall and looked at the crowd around him.

"Everyone."

"Not long ago, this Tang Hao came to me with a hammer and demanded I treat his son. If it were you, would you be happy about that?"

As soon as he said this.

The onlookers finally understood what had happened.

Some had arrived late and seen Tang Hao sprawled on the ground like a dog, looking thoroughly bedraggled, as soon as they got there.

It turned out Cao Mengde had defeated him.

Now they understood everything.

"Lord Mengde is absolutely right."

"This Tang Hao is far too rude. Does he really think being a Titled Douluo means he can do whatever he wants? He's kicked an iron plate this time, hasn't he?"

"If it were me, even if I could cure Tang San, I wouldn't bother."

"Brother, you can't say that. If I were a divine physician, I'd save Tang San, but I'd give him a little poison during treatment to make him suffer even more. That would be what he gets for offending me."

"You're the nasty one."

Everyone chimed in, one after another.

Their words left Tang Hao burning with shame.

"Cao Mengde, I can pay you a generous consultation fee, as long as you cure Little San."

Tang Hao kept his emotions in check and continued trying.

With a flicker of thought.

Tang Hao took a dazzling Soul Bone out of his Soul Tool.

From the rich presence flowing out of it, it was not hard to tell.

This was a Soul Bone of the hundred-thousand-year level.

"This is the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone Ah Yin left behind when she died. I can offer it as the consultation fee."

To cure Tang San.

Tang Hao brought out his last trump card.

As long as his son could take part in the tournament, he could find a way to retrieve the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone later.

But unexpectedly.

Cao Mengde did not even spare it a second glance.

Because he was afraid he would explode if he looked at it again.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone was indeed tempting.

But Bibi Dong had given him too much.

He had even fooled Bibi Dong into eating a carrot. What was a mere Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone compared to that?

Besides.

At his current pace of cultivation.

If he wanted the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone, it would be his sooner or later.

"I'll say this one last time."

"Whatever illness Tang San gets from now on, I won't treat him. Never mind a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, I wouldn't care for a million-year one either. Get out. I need to open my doors and treat the locals."

Seeing Cao Mengde refuse.

Tang Hao was like an ant on a hot pan.

The Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone was his last trump card, yet he had not expected even that to be useless.

With no other choice.

He looked for another opening.

He reached out to stop Cao Mengde and spoke from the heart.

"I was rude. At most, that was my fault, Tang Hao's, but it has nothing to do with Little San. Since you're a divine physician, your priority should be treating the sick and saving lives. You can take your anger out on me, but Little San is innocent."

"If you refuse to treat Little San because of my mistake, where are your medical ethics?"

Well, well.

Cao Mengde was momentarily stunned.

This Tang Hao was condemning him straight from the moral high ground?

"What you say makes a lot of sense."

"But let me tell you, don't even think about morally blackmailing me. I, Cao Mengde, don't fall for that at all."

"I'm refusing to treat Tang San because of your rudeness. So what?"

"Do you really think I, Cao Mengde, have no temper?"

Seeing Cao Mengde speak so resolutely.

Tang Hao could bear it no longer. Furious and humiliated, he finally erupted.

"Cao Mengde, you... you... you have no medical ethics, no manners. You're not fit to treat anyone."

Cao Mengde laughed aloud.

"Well said."

"Since I'm not fit to treat anyone, why are you barking like a dog here?"

"Answer me. Why are you barking like a dog in my Rejuvenation Hall? Make sure you answer me loudly."