Iron Pot Stew Tang San (Day 3, First Update)

The ice in the basin grew more and more numerous until Tang San was completely covered.

At last, Ye Ying gripped the huge cone and gave it a heavy knock.

All the remaining ice shattered away.

What remained was an ice sculpture of Tang San.

"Gasp!"

Xiao Wu sucked in a sharp breath.

This time, it really was a breath of cold air.

It was so cold it nearly became tangible.

"Brother Ying, this won't freeze Tang San to death, will it?"

"Instead of dying from the heat, she'll end up freezing to death!"

Ye Ying immediately realized something was terribly wrong and hurriedly began thawing Tang San out.

"Xiao Wu, quickly put Tang San into the big pot at my house."

"I'll go get firewood and thaw her out."

Xiao Wu nodded repeatedly.

Using a piece of cloth as padding, she carried Tang San and placed her into the large iron pot.

Basically every household in Holy Soul Village had a large iron pot.

The old-fashioned kind of stove.

Soon after, Ye Ying arrived in the kitchen carrying a huge bundle of firewood and began lighting the fire.

Once the fire was burning, the steam inside the pot became incredibly thick.

The ice melted quickly.

The water temperature gradually rose.

Chunks of ice melted away one by one.

Tang San was finally thawed out again.

But her body temperature still seemed low; only the outside was warm.

And Tang San still looked unconscious.

Her body had already gone limp as she lay in the pot.

Ye Ying waved a hand and called to Xiao Wu.

"Put the lid on!"

"Add more firewood!"

The flames surged higher.

Steam billowed wildly out.

"Ah!"

Tang San suddenly let out a miserable scream and sprang out of the pot.

She smashed the entire wooden pot lid to pieces.

The scene was nothing short of earth-shattering, nearly blowing up the pot itself.

In ancient times, there was the Stone Monkey's birth.

Today, Tang San emerged from the pot.

After jumping out, Tang San kept wiping the sweat from her forehead.

She had been freezing to death just moments ago, and now she was burning to death.

"Ye Ying, Xiao Wu,"

"Were you trying to stew me?"

Tang San could not help shouting.

"We were thawing you out, and you're blaming me for it?"

Ye Ying rolled his eyes at her.

"I worked so hard to treat your fever, and you're accusing me of stewing you."

"Would I deliberately freeze you solid just so I could deliberately stew you?"

"Even if that part was intentional, could the rainstorm outside possibly have been my doing too?"

"Don't worry about how I treated you. Just tell me whether I cured you or not."

"You're not burning up anymore, are you?"

Tang San touched her head.

It really was no longer burning.

Instead, it even felt a little cold. If this went on much longer, she really would be cold.

Cooked through.

Her expression was extremely bizarre.

A thought of god and demon.

First frozen, then stewed—she had nearly been driven mad.

"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore."

"I can't stay in Holy Soul Village for another day."

"Anyway, my father is already dead."

"I've already taken care of his grave."

"I'm going back to Notting Academy first."

"See you when school starts."

After tossing out those words, Tang San dashed out of Ye Ying's home.

She looked exactly like a wild savage.

Ye Ying shouted after her from afar.

"Remember to pay for my pot."

Looking at the mess Tang San had made all over the place, Ye Ying could not help but sigh.

He looked at Xiao Wu.

"The two of us still have to clean this up. Sigh."

In the blink of an eye, another year had passed.

It was once again the annual holiday break.

"Xiao Wu, are you coming to my house to play again this year?"

Ye Ying asked Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu gently shook her head with a smile.

"Not this year. I'm going home to take a look."

"You're leaving now?"

Ye Ying nodded and did not ask further.

He knew perfectly well that Xiao Wu was going to form her own Second Soul Ring.

"Then we'll see each other next semester."

With a faint smile, Ye Ying handed Xiao Wu a soul tool storage ring.

"There are more than a hundred spicy rabbit heads you like inside, along with over a hundred cups of Papaya Milk Tea."

"Eat them on the road."

In any case, he was not short on money. Buying a soul tool storage ring was effortless for him.

"Thank you."

Xiao Wu gave Ye Ying a sweet smile.

Ye Ying pinched her little cheek.

"Alright, go on. Be careful."

Xiao Wu nodded and skipped away from the dormitory.

"Ye Ying, how do you have so much money?"

"Do you still have the money from selling that gold bowl you found at home before?"

Tang San asked Ye Ying as well.

She was truly envious.

They had both come from Holy Soul Village, so how could the difference be so great?

"This?"

Ye Ying said casually, "I figured that since I found a gold bowl, there had to be something else too."

"So I searched around. Isn't it strange?"

"I found a huge treasure of Gold Soul Coins."

"This soul tool storage belt is filled to the brim with them."

Tang San swallowed.

"That's great."

One Gold Soul Coin a month was nowhere near enough for Tang San to spend.

What girl didn't like buying clothes, little dresses, and such?

Naturally, Tang San liked them too.

Naturally, Yu Xiaogang would not stop her.

He even had to contribute some of the money he had saved before.

His reason was simple.

If Tang San dressed beautifully, it would be pleasing to his eyes as well.

Ye Ying's assessment was:

Pervert. What a pervert!

Tang San was still so young.

For example, he never let Xiao Wu dress herself up too beautifully.

She had not developed yet; she had to wait until after absorbing her Second Soul Ring.

After absorbing the Second Soul Ring, Soul Masters rapidly developed toward adulthood.

On Douluo Continent, when a Soul Master was under eighteen but had two rings and had reached the age of twelve, they were already considered an adult.

She could dress up after becoming an adult.

Ye Ying did not go home during this break either.

There was no need.

It was better to stay here, where there was a fool like Tang to tease.

Oh, and there was also the Blue Silver Weasel.

In one tiny dormitory, there were three transmigrators.

Three days later, Tang San let out a heavy breath.

"Finally, level twenty."

Tang San slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling a wave of relief.

He quickly went to Yu Xiaogang to report the good news.

The moment Yu Xiaogang heard the news, he shot to his feet.

"Good!"

"Good, Xiao San!"

"As expected of my person!"

"Recently, I've been considering your Second Soul Ring."

"It will still focus mainly on control."

Tang San nodded heavily.

"Xiaogang, thank you."

Yu Xiaogang smiled faintly.

"With our relationship, thanking me would be too formal."

Yu Xiaogang immediately decided to take Tang San to hunt her Second Soul Ring the next day.

But he would not be going alone.

The pain of losing his arm last time was still vivid in his mind.

It had been two years, and only then had the problem caused by losing his right arm finally eased somewhat.

The headmaster of Notting Academy was an old friend of his.

The two had a very good relationship, with more than a decade of friendship.

Otherwise, he could not have freeloaded here for ten years.

Sigma, a defense-type Soul Ancestor with Soul Power as high as level forty-three.

After receiving Yu Xiaogang's invitation, Sigma agreed without hesitation.

There was nothing to do during the holiday anyway.