Tang San's Change
Su Mu left the barbecue restaurant.
He noticed something.
The covetous gaze he had felt behind him had vanished for an instant.
But before long, the prickling sensation of eyes on his back returned.
Damn, someone's got their eyes on me.
Don't tell me it's really Tang Hao, that guy who doesn't play fair.
But my master, Golden Crocodile Douluo, has been here.
If it really is Tang Hao, he should have noticed.
For now, he probably wouldn't dare make any big moves here.
At the very least, he has to think about his son.
At that thought, Su Mu quickened his pace.
Before long, he returned to the Spirit Hall in Nuoding City.
Standing at the entrance, Su Mu resisted the urge to look back.
Only after he stepped inside the Spirit Hall did the feeling disappear.
Su Mu hadn't expected the person to follow him all the way here.
In a dark corner of a tavern outside the Spirit Hall.
A hooded, rather disheveled-looking middle-aged man.
He was drunkenly drinking wine.
From time to time, a glint flashed through his murky eyes.
At midnight.
At Yu Xiaogang's residence.
Bright moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room.
Tang San abruptly opened his somewhat swollen eyes.
His eyes were filled with shock.
He sat up.
He looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was slumped beside him, fast asleep.
A trace of nostalgia flashed through his eyes.
But it vanished in an instant, replaced by a resentful gaze.
Tang San raised his right hand and his left.
He summoned the "Blue Silver Hammer" and "Clear Sky Grass" at the same time.
Looking at the Martial Souls in his hands, Tang San's expression was unreadable.
The soft, shadowy moonlight made his sinister bearing stand out all the more.
It was as though he had become an entirely different person.
No one knew what he was thinking.
Early the next morning.
As always, the system notification woke Su Mu.
[Detected Tang San cultivating the Purple Demon Eye. Intercept?]
Still somewhat groggy, Su Mu instantly widened his eyes when he heard that.
Seriously, San?
You got battered half to death by the Eight-Stage Throw yesterday.
And you can still clock in on time today?
Su Mu had thought he could sleep in today.
After all, Tang San had been beaten into such a sorry state yesterday.
Surely he needed to rest for two or three days.
"Intercept."
Now that Su Mu was awake, he no longer felt sleepy.
[Interception successful.] [Congratulations, host. You have intercepted Tang San's Purple Demon Eye cultivation.] [Please choose: 'Exchange for Interception Points' / 'Keep for personal use.']
"Exchange for Interception Points."
[Exchange successful.] [Congratulations, host. You have intercepted Tang San's Purple Demon Eye cultivation. Interception Points +10.]
10 Interception Points?
He had thought this would be another ordinary chance to fleece the sheep.
He had always received five Interception Points before.
Why did I get 10 this time?
[Option one: Purple Demon Eye cultivation +1.]
"Option three."
After making his choice.
Su Mu noticed that there was something unusual about this interception.
The Interception Points he received from the exchange had not only doubled.
The amount returned by the first option had actually gone from 0.1 to 1.
A full tenfold increase.
Previously, except on overcast or rainy days when the sun didn't come out.
For two years straight, neither the Interception Points nor the amount returned had ever changed.
Could it be that yesterday's throw opened up little San's Ren and Du meridians?
As Su Mu pondered.
[Detected Tang San cultivating the 'Mysterious Heaven Skill.' Intercept?]
"Intercept."
[Interception successful.] [Congratulations, host. You have intercepted Tang San's 'Mysterious Heaven Skill' cultivation.] [Please choose: 'Exchange for Interception Points' / 'Keep for personal use.']
"Exchange for Interception Points."
[Exchange successful.] [Congratulations, host. You have intercepted Tang San's 'Mysterious Heaven Skill' cultivation. Interception Points +10.] [Please select a return.]
Another 10 Interception Points?
Even the Interception Points for the Mysterious Heaven Skill have gone up?
Unable to make sense of it, Su Mu simply stopped thinking about it.
He had originally received five points each time, but now that had doubled.
It was a good thing, at least.
This way, he could accumulate Interception Points even faster.
There were plenty of good things waiting in the [Interception Shop].
At Nuoding Academy.
In an open area.
Tang San gripped an iron hammer in his hand.
The expression in his eyes was unreadable.
In the end, he abandoned the idea of practicing the "Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer."
He muttered, "The Purple Demon Eye barely draws in any Purple Qi, and after cultivating it, I feel weak."
"The Mysterious Heaven Skill hasn't done much to increase my Soul Power either. My Soul Power hasn't even reached rank three yet."
"My Martial Souls have changed too, and there's something not quite right about the people around me either. Su Mu..."
After muttering, Tang San turned and cast a sinister look in the direction of Holy Soul Village.
He turned around and walked back into the room.
Inside the Spirit Hall in Nuoding City.
Su Mu suddenly sneezed.
Rubbing his nose, Su Mu grumbled inwardly.
Who's talking about me?
He had just waited for ages, but Tang San still hadn't practiced the "Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer."
He was a little annoyed.
San, put some effort in.
He had only 135 Interception Points now.
What's that enough for?
Just then.
A tall figure walked over.
Hearing the movement, Su Mu turned to look.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, the master he had picked up for nothing, was back.
He really had been fast.
I'm safe now. Hopefully Hao behaves himself and doesn't get discovered.
"Master, you're back."
"You came back so quickly over such a long distance. You must be exhausted."
"Come sit down. Your disciple will give you a shoulder massage."
Though he thought of him as a master he had picked up for nothing, what came out of his mouth was something else entirely.
Smiling from ear to ear, Su Mu fawningly brought over a chair.
Golden Crocodile looked at Su Mu, caught between laughter and tears.
Although he hadn't spent much time with Su Mu.
He could still see what Su Mu was like.
If Su Mu's Soul Power ever surpassed his, forget Su Mu bringing him a chair—it would more likely be him bringing one for Su Mu.
Though that was what he thought.
Golden Crocodile still planted himself in the chair, sitting with his legs spread.
When Su Mu saw Golden Crocodile sit down.
He didn't actually go over to massage his shoulders.
He simply stood to one side, and the two stared at each other.
"This time, when I went back..."
"First, I told my eldest brother that I'd taken you as my disciple."
"Second, I also told the other five worshippers."
"Third, the welcoming gifts..."
At this point, Golden Crocodile Douluo deliberately paused, sat up straight, and squared his broad shoulders.
Welcoming gifts from the elders of the Worship Hall?
Those old men were all top-tier fighters.
Whatever they brought out probably wouldn't be bad.
At that thought, Su Mu stepped behind Golden Crocodile Douluo.
"Master, thank you for your hard work!"
As he spoke, Su Mu smiled and began massaging Golden Crocodile Douluo's shoulders.
"Master, there should be lots of welcoming gifts, right?"
Su Mu asked eagerly.
"Mm~ a little farther in."
"Tsk! Put some strength into it."
"Mm~ that feels good. It's the first time I've ever had a junior massage my shoulders."
"Much better than those in the alley."
Golden Crocodile Douluo sat there with a perfectly serious air, an expression of enjoyment on his face.
Every so often, he asked Su Mu to move to another spot or press harder.
After more than half an hour or so.
Golden Crocodile Douluo felt the pressure on his shoulders growing stronger and stronger.
His shoulders were even beginning to go numb.
He turned to look, somewhat displeased.
He found himself meeting Su Mu's resentful gaze.
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