Tang San Becomes a Eunuch?

Zhuang Xingyu calculated the time. Only half an hour had passed; there was still a long way to go before two and a half hours were up!

As mentioned earlier, based on the timing and the original story's records, Tang San would be practicing alone on the back mountain of Sacred Soul Village at this time, while Tang Hao would be sleeping soundly. It was the perfect opportunity to deal with Tang San!

He had to ambush Tang San immediately. Even if he could not finish him off, he had to seriously injure him and reduce his talent.

He acted as soon as he decided on it. Otherwise, would that not be a waste?

Zhuang Xingyu walked out of the cave and climbed a nearby peak to look into the distance.

To the east, the terrain gradually sloped lower, the river flowed downstream from there, and the farmlands and houses became increasingly numerous.

That was right, this was the direction! Sacred Soul Village was there.

Zhuang Xingyu immediately circulated the Spiritual Power throughout his body. His legs felt as though they were lifted by a gentle breeze as he sped toward his destination. The surrounding scenery blurred under his high speed, like a flowing painting. Leaves swayed in the wind, as though celebrating Zhuang Xingyu's impending severance of this otherworldly demon's future opportunity.

Mountains rose and fell, and rivers wound along the land, all turning into streaks of afterimages under the driving force of Spiritual Power. His speed had reached an astonishing thirty-five kilometers per hour. One had to know that Zhuang Xingyu was still only a five-year-old child whose martial soul had not awakened.

This was also related to Zhuang Xingyu's usual efforts. Ever since he began cultivating the Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao, he had made improving his ability to flee—ah, no, improving his traveling speed—one of his key priorities.

After all, among the three thousand Great Daos, the Dao of Following One's Heart ranked extremely high. Like Han Li from the world of mortals, or the protagonists of immortality-and-farming stories, they cultivated precisely this Great Dao. Its far-reaching influence and formidable Combat Power were obvious.

Douluo Continent! At dawn, behind Sacred Soul Village.

Five-year-old Tang San was lowering his head and concentrating on something, while there was no one but him within two or three li. Tang Hao was still sleeping soundly at this time.

Tang San's vigilance was at its lowest right now. He knew very little about soul masters, and in his understanding, everyone around him was an ordinary person. He even believed that this world's martial prowess was inferior to that of the Tang Sect World he had come from.

In the original story, he did not even know when martial souls awakened. Old Jack had to tell him. When he awakened his martial soul, he was already on the way to Nuoding Academy, and the questions he asked Old Jack completely exposed this fact.

For example: he did not know the ranks of soul masters, did not know about soul beasts, did not know about soul rings... and Old Jack himself knew very little. He only knew the realms of Soul Scholar, Soul Master, Soul Grandmaster, and Soul Elder, and knew nothing beyond them.

This was also an important factor hindering the development of the Douluo Continent: knowledge!

Without knowledge, the people could not possess thoughts of their own, lacked the ability to think independently, and had no path of advancement. They could only muddle through their entire lives and be crushed beneath oppression.

And this knowledge had clearly been monopolized by the noble class of the Douluo Continent, preventing the lower classes from learning it. Even when opportunities appeared before them, they did not understand how to fight for them and could only watch chances that could defy fate slip away.

Because of this, throughout the long river of history, who knew how many talented commoners and ordinary people with beneficial mutations had faded into obscurity because they could not awaken their martial souls in time, could not receive proper training, and lacked even the most basic resources, never able to display the true brilliance of their lives.

As for Spirit Hall awakening martial souls for the poor, regardless of its motives, it was an immense achievement that could not be erased. It had made an enormous contribution to the development of the entire Douluo Continent!!!

The Spirit Hall before Bibi Dong had indeed made tremendous contributions to the peace and development of the Douluo Continent. Zhuang Xingyu greatly admired that!!!

Furthermore, the sun had not fully risen yet, and this was the back mountain. No outsiders would come here during this time. Tang San was also busy looking at something, so his vigilance was naturally extremely, extremely low.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him and fiercely launched an attack at Tang San!

That figure was our handsome, dashing, dignified, refined, elegant, and scholarly protagonist: Zhuang Xingyu. Of course, although Zhuang Xingyu was very handsome, he could only score ninety-nine points.

Because the full one hundred points belonged only to our handsome readers! Although Zhuang Xingyu was the protagonist, there was still a certain gap between him and our esteemed readers.

Taking advantage of Tang San's inattention, Zhuang Xingyu put handcuffs forged from refined steel on him, then poured anesthetic, Moon Gazing Sand, Left Coiling Dragon, Xufu Rice, and other substances into his mouth. After that, he slipped a sack over him and knocked Tang San to the ground with a right roundhouse kick. The entire process took less than five seconds.

The medicine took effect, and Tang San instantly became unable to move. He had no idea who had ambushed him, nor could he remember the other party's aura.

Only then did Zhuang Xingyu let out a breath of relief, his peripheral vision glancing toward what Tang San had been looking at.

He had to admit, Tang San really knew how to play!

Zhuang Xingyu had originally thought Tang San had come to the deserted back mountain at dawn to cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Skill. He had not expected him to be looking at this. (See the comments section.)

Tang San, you are still so young!

Sheer cliffs stand a thousand ren high; without desire, one is unyielding.

Excessive lust brings disaster; cut it off for a permanent cure.

For Tang San's future, the kind-hearted Zhuang Xingyu could only take action and cut off Tang Xiao Si.

Zhuang Xingyu immediately raised the dagger in his right hand and swiftly slashed toward Tang San's lower abdomen. The dagger was actually stained with traces of green; it was obviously coated with a deadly poison!

When his skin touched the dagger, it made a corrosive "sizzle, sizzle, sizzle" sound, producing wisps of white smoke.

Tang San was also awakened by the pain at this moment. Ever adaptable, he immediately cried out, "Don't! No! Please, stop!"

In the blink of an eye, Tang Xiao Si was completely destroyed and separated from Tang San.

That was what professionalism meant! Look at that technique—it was even more professional than Eunuch Wei, who had immersed himself in this field for years. Truly, not a single bit had been left behind.

Tang San lowered his head and glanced down. As if he had realized something, his pupils dilated and protruded, his breathing abruptly accelerated, and his heart thumped violently. He suddenly shuddered, shaking his head rapidly like a rattle drum.

He looked left and right. Only after discovering that there was no third person around did he breathe a sigh of relief. His hands, which had been tense because of the handcuffs, also subconsciously drew together.

His cries also lowered in volume, losing their previous masculinity and turning into a feminine voice. "Wuwuwu, yingyingying..."

It was as though he were enduring immense pain and wanted to seek someone's help, but for some reason, although he clearly wanted help, he did not dare cry for it loudly as before. He seemed to be hiding some secret, terrified that others would discover it.

Then, as though he had thought of something else, his weak body suddenly trembled. His eyes revealed terror, confusion, and unease toward the future. Anesthetic dribbled from the corner of his mouth, and his body collapsed heavily.

His hands and feet began twitching. Nearly half the patch of Blue Silver Grass beneath him had been soaked by him. He made no further sound; only his heavy breathing proved that he was still alive.

Seeing Tang San in this state and realizing that his preliminary goal had been achieved, Zhuang Xingyu's left mouth corner curled upward extravagantly, revealing neat, clean teeth all the way to the corners of his eyes. Even the original Crooked Mouth Dragon King would have felt inferior upon seeing it. He proceeded with the next step of his plan.

Seeing that Zhuang Xingyu was still going to continue, Tang San suddenly sobered up again and shuddered. He began barking, "Don't, don't come over. I, I have no grudge against you. Why are you doing this? Who exactly are you?"

Zhuang Xingyu would not waste words with him. Villains die from talking too much! (See the comments section for the uncensored content.) These commandments had been written into the laws governing the Heavenly Dao across all worlds. Whoever violated them would be finished!

Later, Tang San would obtain the "Little Sunflower Manual," then Yu Xiaogang would do unspeakable things to him. Isn't that interesting?