I Want to Take a Big Poop

The doorman, chin held high, faced them.

Old Jack quickly plastered on a smile. "Little brother, these two children are the work-study students our village is sending this year."

As he spoke, he handed over the two certificates from the Martial Soul Hall.

"Hah! A chicken coop trying to hatch a phoenix? Let me see. Blue Silver Grass and Innate Full Soul Power? What kind of scammers are these! This is too fake. And one even has Innate Full Soul Power with a tadpole Martial Soul? What's the use of that? To feed chickens and ducks? Haha. Can it get any more ridiculous?!"

The doorman took the two certificates and burst into laughter, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Ye Qiu felt a surge of annoyance at the dismissive tone.

Old Jack's face turned incredibly grim, but he still endured and explained, "These are certificates personally issued by an elder of the Martial Soul Hall. How could we dare to forge them?!"

Hearing Old Jack invoke the Martial Soul Hall's name to pressure him, the doorman became even more brazen.

"Hmph! You say so, and it's true? Innate Full Soul Power, you think it's cabbage from your village? And Holy Soul Village? I think 'Beggar Village' is more fitting!"

The doorman's words undoubtedly struck Old Jack's sore spot, his face instantly flushing red.

The name Holy Soul Village was his pride!

He immediately roared, "What did you say!"

Thump!

The doorman flinched back a step.

His face darkened, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

"What? Not convinced?"

"Look at your tattered clothes. Calling you beggars is even flattering you! Get lost!"

Before he finished speaking, the doorman raised his hand and shoved Old Jack in the chest.

At that very moment, Ye Qiu's entire right arm was instantly wrapped and encased in black fibers. His arm swelled slightly, exuding a sense of power.

In the blink of an eye...

Just as Ye Qiu was preparing to strike, Tang San had already stepped in front of Old Jack.

He was disgusted by the doorman's insults!

Tang San's Jade Hand struck out swiftly. Due to their height difference, his hand, which should have targeted the crook of the arm, instead seized the doorman's wrist.

Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!

Tang San's hands, capable of wielding a forging hammer, naturally possessed considerable strength. The doorman's eyes flashed with pain.

He immediately raised his leg to kick Tang San in the face.

Swish!

To Tang San's surprised gaze, Ye Qiu suddenly stepped forward. The flying leg from beneath his trouser leg swept across the back of the doorman's knee.

Thud!

The doorman cried out in pain and immediately knelt on the ground.

Ye Qiu didn't let up. He raised his black-gold right hand, clenched it into a fist, and quickly smashed it into the doorman's eyes.

"Ah--!"

The doorman cried out in pain, quickly covering his eyes and collapsing to the ground.

"Xiao San, Xiao Qiu, you, you..."

Old Jack stared, dumbfounded, at the two small figures standing protectively in front of him.

"You're asking for death!"

In broad daylight, to be beaten down by two brats, and have his eyes blackened.

The doorman was furious. He immediately roared, got up from the ground, and charged towards Ye Qiu and Tang San.

Tang San's gaze was cold and detached.

[Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, General Principles, Article 3: Once an opponent is confirmed as an enemy, if they have a path to death, show no mercy, otherwise, you will only bring trouble upon yourself.]

Ye Qiu suddenly sensed something and glanced sideways.

He saw Tang San slightly raise his left hand, quietly disengaging the safety on the Silent Sleeve Arrow.

"Enough!"

Just then.

A hoarse voice rang out.

Ye Qiu's limbs silently returned to normal.

He naturally remembered this classic plot, and also knew who was coming.

Possessing half a protagonist's template.

Heart higher than the sky, fate thinner than paper, escaping the third son Yu Xiaogang, Master!

Tang San's movement to activate the hidden weapon paused slightly.

The gatekeeper was also stunned for a moment, then his face, full of anger, instantly turned to fawning. He immediately bowed and scraped, greeting with a smile:

"Master, you're back."

Tang San, Ye Qiu turned their heads to look.

What met their eyes was an old man, about forty to fifty years old.

With a black buzz cut, a face full of stubble, wearing an old scholar's robe, he appeared somewhat disheveled. He seemed to be shrouded in a melancholic aura, the kind of temperament of one who is ambitious but unfulfilled, yet with a hint of arrogance.

Proud yet decadent, he looked contradictory.

Essentially, he was weak but loved to act tough.

He possessed a natural confidence in his unproven theories.

The Master, as the gatekeeper called him, walked with stiff steps.

That air of looking down on others was bigger than the door. He merely glanced at the gatekeeper and ignored him.

Then he looked towards Old Jack.

"Old sir, could you show me the Martial Soul proofs for these two children?"

Ye Qiu opened his mouth.

He gave up on trying to stop him; it would be too strange to interfere like this.

But he didn't want to be involved in what was about to happen.

It seemed he'd have to make a strategic bathroom break at a crucial moment.

Seeing the arrogant gatekeeper become so respectful, Old Jack immediately understood that the Master before him held a higher status and could help him.

He quickly handed over the proofs in his hand.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the proofs, and looked at Ye Qiu and the other with some surprise, but more so at Tang San.

Tang San clenched his fist.

For some reason, he felt as if he had been seen through completely.

Ye Qiu remained indifferent.

He let the gears of fate turn slowly; he didn't have that much inexplicable hatred.

The world respected strength. He wasn't a saint, or a good person.

As long as they didn't provoke him.

Or rather, as long as they didn't conflict with his interests and stand on the opposing side.

To climb higher, someone always had to lose something.

But Ye Qiu didn't want to lose.

He was truly tired of his ordinary, mediocre, three-point, one-line life.

"These proofs are all genuine. Old sir, I apologize on behalf of the academy for what just happened."

In just a moment, Yu Xiaogang confirmed the authenticity of the Martial Soul proofs and took responsibility for the incident.

"Leave these two children to me!"

A casual apology was enough to greatly satisfy Old Jack.

After all, the other party was likely a noble Soul Master.

Old Jack quickly waved his hands.

"Master, you speak too highly of yourself. We also had our shortcomings. Master, then these two children will be troublesome for you."

"Mm! Rest assured."

Yu Xiaogang nodded coldly.

Old Jack bent down and instructed the two:

"You two must behave yourselves at the academy. Grandpa Jack is leaving now."

Tang San nodded, remaining silent.

"Goodbye, Grandpa Jack. Be careful on your way back."

Ye Qiu waved towards Old Jack's retreating back, watching him leave.

The Master shot the gatekeeper a cold glare from the side.

He said coldly, "This is the first and last time, understand?!"

"Understood, understood! Master, please take your time!"

Sweat beaded on the gatekeeper's forehead as he repeatedly nodded and bowed, clearing the way.

Yu Xiaogang looked down at Tang San and Ye Qiu, forcing an awkward smile onto his stiff face.

"Let's go, we're going in."

He reached out his rough hand, aiming for the two boys' small hands.

Ye Qiu quickly dodged to the side.

Such an old, single middle-aged man at this age, with such a poor complexion, who knew what kind of gross things his hands usually touched.

Tang San, however, was firmly grasped by Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang glanced at Ye Qiu with a smile, not finding it strange. Children were naturally shy.

As expected.

Ye Qiu and Tang San were both led away by Yu Xiaogang.

Walking through Notting Academy, Ye Qiu looked around with some curiosity.

"Teacher, thank you."

Tang San, on the other hand, seemed to sense something unusual about the Master and offered him thanks.

"Teacher?"

Yu Xiaogang murmured, giving Tang San a deep look. He quietly stopped walking and shook his head, chuckling, "I'm not a teacher at this academy!"

"But didn't you just say you were representing the academy?"

Tang San asked, a little confused.

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back and smiled, "Who says only teachers from this academy have the right to represent it?"

Hearing this.

Ye Qiu couldn't help but gasp inwardly.

He thought Tang Hao's thick skin was already invincible, but he didn't expect Yu Xiaogang to be even more shameless.

Tang San, with a hint of curiosity.

"Then who are you?"

Yu Xiaogang, at the opportune moment, revealed a profound smile and said lightly:

"I'm just a freeloader!"

Ye Qiu's lips twitched slightly. He couldn't take it anymore and wanted to escape immediately.

He quickly raised his small hand and shouted:

"Teacher, where's the latrine? I need to take a big dump!"

"..."

The profound look on Yu Xiaogang's face froze slightly. He enthusiastically pointed Ye Qiu in the right direction.

Ye Qiu nodded, clutching his backside, and said urgently:

"Teacher, can I have my Martial Soul proof back first? I'll report myself later, so you don't have to wait here."

Yu Xiaogang smiled.

Magnanimously, he said, "It's no trouble. Just go and come back quickly."

"Then, alright, sorry to trouble you, teacher."

Ye Qiu turned and ran towards the latrine, his face darkening, cursing Yu Xiaogang in his heart for being meddlesome.

What an idiot.

He just had to announce in front of everyone that Tang San had Twin Martial Souls.

Otherwise, Why would he have to resort to a "shit escape"?

Wishing everyone a pleasant life!

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