Xuanzi: Tang San, How Did My Male Disciple Become a Woman

Wen Yu had yet to recover from her shock when Xu Jiujiu grabbed her and hurried toward the ward door.

The corridor was still packed with people. Palace maids, eunuchs, and physicians crowded around the entrance, whispering anxiously among themselves. From inside the ward came a furious roar so forceful that the door trembled faintly.

"Who did this?! Who did this?! Where's my disciple's cock?!"

The moment she heard that voice, Wen Yu immediately realized—it was Xuanzi, the legendary Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Why had this guy arrived so quickly?

Just then, Manyi, who had been standing guard outside the door, strode over and stopped them with a grave expression. "Your Highness, Miss Wen Yu, you'd be better off waiting outside.

The situation inside... is truly too horrible to look at."

Wen Yu and Xu Jiujiu exchanged a glance, each seeing curiosity in the other's eyes.

Xu Jiujiu could not help asking, "Grandma Manyi, what exactly happened inside?"

Manyi warily glanced around before lowering her voice. "I caught a glimpse just now. There was an enormous amount of blood.

That Tang San was already injured. After this, I'm afraid... he'll need to lie in bed for several months before he can barely recover.

And the White Tiger Duke's second son, he simply..."

Before Manyi could finish, the ward door was violently pulled open. Xuanzi stormed out, veins bulging on his forehead, his gaze savage enough to devour someone alive. He demanded of everyone outside, "Where is Wang Xian'er?!"

Manyi instinctively glanced at Wen Yu, then stepped forward and answered respectfully, "Senior Xuanzi, Worship Hall Elder Wang Xian'er should be at the Worship Hall."

"That fucking bitch! My disciple's been mangled into this state, and you call that treatment?!" Xuanzi roared. With no mind to linger, he kicked