Master and Disciple Imprisoned

The two left the office.

"Yu Cheng, the dean is a Soul Ancestor, why didn't he dare to fight City Lord Xiao?" Xiao Wu said with a pout.

Xiao Chenyu was dead, and she couldn't help but clap her hands in approval internally.

She didn't quite understand the dean's "cowardice."

"As the saying goes, the deceased should be respected. Although the dean is powerful, the academy is a place of reason."

Yu Cheng poked Xiao Wu's head. "Don't always think of solving things with brute force. If they were to fight, you would be the first one to get hurt."

"Me? Why wouldn't you be the first one hurt?"

Xiao Wu snorted coldly, clenched her small fists, and waved them in front of Yu Cheng's eyes.

"Sister Xiao Wu is a Soul Master now!"

Yu Cheng shook his head, the nickname "Rogue Rabbit" was indeed well-deserved.

However, if a fight really broke out, he would definitely shield Xiao Wu.

With a thought, Yu Cheng's soul body, the Evil Soul Master Yu Cheng, floated out.

"Old bro, can you handle this Xiao Dachuan?"

Yu Cheng asked internally.

"Just a Soul Elder. If I were at my peak, I could crush him like an ant."

The Evil Soul Master Yu Cheng said disdainfully.

"But your meridians are too weak now to withstand my Soul Power. Using too much of my power will leave hidden injuries on your body, or even damage your foundation."

"Okay, I understand."

Yu Cheng nodded, not surprised by the result.

Inside the office.

"Lin Dashan, how could you let them lock Little San up in prison!"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at the dean's nose and called him by his given name.

"Xiaogang, don't be angry. There's nothing I can do about this matter. After all, Xiao Chenyu is dead, and we are in the wrong."

Lin Dashan spread his hands.

"Hmph, if anything happens to Little San, I will never forgive you."

Yu Xiaogang said angrily.

Lin Dashan patted his old friend's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm asking for three days, precisely to handle this matter."

He cleared his throat and continued, "Hurry up and go to Suotuo City to find Flender. With him as a Soul Sage backing you, Xiao Dachuan won't dare to do anything to Tang San."

"Alright, that's the only way now."

Yu Xiaogang nodded.

He pondered for a moment, then said, "Dashan, send someone to notify Tang San's father."

"Tang San's father? A common blacksmith. Why involve him?"

Lin Dashan asked doubtfully.

"Do as I say," Yu Xiaogang said in a deep voice.

He had a guess in his heart: Tang San's father might be that Clear Sky Douluo!

Outside Nuoding City, on the official road.

"Clip-clop."

The rapid sound of horse hooves kicked up dust.

Yu Xiaogang lay on his horse's back, his face full of anxiety.

There were only three days.

As long as he found Flender, with that Soul Sage supporting him, Xiao Dachuan would not dare to act presumptuously.

While galloping, Yu Xiaogang began to think.

"Little San's personality is indeed a bit too fierce, and his methods are too heavy."

Yu Xiaogang sighed inwardly.

No matter what, Tang San could not escape responsibility for Xiao Chenyu's death.

"Perhaps this tribulation will also be a good thing for him."

"Power needs restraint. Too much rigidity leads to breakage!"

"It seems that in the future, I will not only teach him theoretical knowledge but also teach him how to be a person."

Yu Xiaogang felt a lingering sense of fear.

This time, he had only provoked a city lord, and there was still room for negotiation.

If he had encountered a major sect, they probably would have attacked him directly.

Having come from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Yu Xiaogang knew too well the true nature of these major powers.

Just as his mind was wandering—

"Whoosh!"

A thick rope suddenly sprang from the roadside, stretching across the path of the horse's hooves.

"Hiss—"

The horse let out a startled neigh, its front legs caught heavily.

Yu Xiaogang had no time to react. He felt the world spin, thrown through the air like a kite with a broken string.

"Thump!"

Yu Xiaogang felt pain all over his body, especially his nose, which was sore and throbbing. Warm liquid instantly gushed out, staining his lips red.

"Cough, cough..."

Yu Xiaogang struggled to get up, but his vision was blurry, and he felt dizzy.

"Hahaha!"

Four tall figures emerged from both sides.

"It's you!"

Yu Xiaogang's heart sank. The leader was the commander of the city guard, Liu Shan.

"Master Yu, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

Liu Shan walked forward slowly, arms crossed.

This road was the only way to the provincial capital, and they had already guessed that Yu Xiaogang would go to seek help.

Yu Xiaogang got up, enduring the intense pain, and his Soul Power circulated wildly.

"Roar!"

Luo Sanpao appeared in front of him, two hundred-year Soul Rings rising.

Liu Shan stopped talking nonsense. A hard wooden staff, as thick as an arm, appeared in his hand, and a white and a yellow Soul Ring rose beneath his feet.

The other three Soul Grand Masters also released their Martial Souls.

Swords, spears, and axes flashed with cold light as the men surrounded Yu Xiaogang from both sides.

The battle ended quickly.

Luo Sanpao's attack power was strong, knocking down two men with a single fart. However, Yu Xiaogang was hit in the waist by a staff and instantly lost his ability to fight.

Liu Shan walked forward, roughly pried open Yu Xiaogang's mouth, and stuffed a pill inside.

"Cough, cough, what did you give me?"

Yu Xiaogang coughed violently.

He felt a cold stream of air flow into his Dantian, and his Soul Power felt frozen, unable to be mobilized at all.

"Hmph, take him away!"

"Bang!"

A heavy impact sounded.

Yu Xiaogang's body slammed hard onto the ground, and the intense pain made him groan, almost passing out.

After a long while, he recovered from his dizziness.

He struggled to prop up his upper body and began to survey his surroundings.

This was the dungeon of Nuoding City.

The light was dim, and the air was mixed with a musty smell and the sour stench of excrement, making him nauseous.

"Ugh..."

Yu Xiaogang's stomach convulsed violently, and he gagged.

"Teacher!"

A familiar voice called out.

Yu Xiaogang turned his head. In the adjacent cell was Tang San!

"Teacher, are you alright?"

Tang San's voice was urgent.

This was the second time he had seen his teacher in such a miserable state. The first time was in the Soul Hunting Forest, when his teacher was no match for the hundred-year Mandrillus snake.

"Cough, cough, Little San, are you hurt?"

Yu Xiaogang coughed and anxiously examined his disciple.

Seeing that Tang San's clothes were disheveled but he had no obvious injuries, Yu Xiaogang breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"I'm fine, but they stole my Soul Tool."

Tang San shook his head.

"Teacher, why were you captured too? Does City Lord Xiao intend to capture all of us..."

Tang San's voice held a barely perceptible tremor.

No matter how calm he was, he was still a child.

In his past life, the Tang Sect was a major sect. But Tang San had been taught from a young age: no matter how powerful a martial arts sect was, it could not contend with the imperial court.

At this moment, a deep sense of crisis enveloped Tang San.

Yu Xiaogang leaned against the iron bars, gasping for breath.

"I wanted to leave the city to find a friend, but I didn't expect to be ambushed by Xiao Dachuan. Your teacher is useless, not their match..."

Yu Xiaogang's voice was low and filled with self-reproach.

"Teacher, what should we do now?"

Tang San looked at his teacher's tired face through the iron bars, his heart filled with both pain and urgency.

"Don't worry, the Dean has also gone to find others."

Yu Xiaogang said.

He was only comforting Tang San with these words.

He and the Dean had split up; the Dean was going to find Tang San's father, Tang Hao.

But...

What if Tang San's father was just an ordinary blacksmith with the same name as that person?

The Dean didn't know he had been captured.

Even if he found out later, it would definitely be too late!

After some time, Xiao Dachuan would secretly execute them in the dungeon!

Once the bodies were buried, there would be no proof of their deaths.

The Dean might suspect something, but without evidence, what could he, a Soul Ancestor, do?

Yu Xiaogang turned his head, and a tear of despair quietly fell.