Grandmaster: Eat Quickly; Tang San: Ugh!

The sun gradually dipped below the horizon, and under the supervision of Zhao Wuji and the other teachers, Tang San's heavy footsteps finally came to a halt.

Although the punishment Flender had set was to run until the sun went down, given Tang San's current ability, he was unable to keep running after only two laps. By the end, he could only walk slowly, and even that was an immense struggle.

Watching the sun disappear, Tang San finally let out a sigh of relief. His entire body collapsed onto the ground with a thud, and he lost all reaction, passing out cold.

"Sigh."

Zhao Wuji shook his head with a sense of helplessness, grabbed Tang San, and walked slowly toward his dormitory.

After placing Tang San on his bed in the dormitory, Zhao Wuji didn't bother with anything else and left directly.

Oscar glanced at Tang San but said nothing, continuing his own cultivation.

An hour later, the voice of Yu Xiaogang rang out from outside the dormitory door.

"Xiao San, Xiao San."

Yu Xiaogang rushed in with a look of anxiety and quickly shook Tang San awake.

Having slept for a short while, Tang San felt much better.

Although he had run for an entire day, his legs only felt a slight soreness, and he didn't feel particularly tired.

What he didn't know was that the pain had yet to set in; he wouldn't truly feel it until the next day.

"Foster father."

Tang San sat up from the bed and called out.

"Xiao San, you're awake. Hurry and eat."

Yu Xiaogang took two lunch boxes out of his Soul Guidance Storage Bracelet.

"I bought some food back. You've been hungry all day, eat up."

Seeing the lunch boxes in Yu Xiaogang's hands, Tang San swallowed hard. Having gone all day without food or drink, he was already starving to the point of being unable to endure it.

He quickly took the lunch box from Yu Xiaogang's hand, opened it, and took a deep, aggressive sniff of the aroma inside.

"Ugh!"

Tang San nearly vomited after his first bite.

It was a stench tinged with rot; although there was a hint of fragrance, it was minimal, very, very little.

"Foster father... this..."

"Xiao San, it's fine, just eat," Yu Xiaogang said as he opened his own identical lunch box. "It must be because the weather is too hot, and it got a bit stuffy, which gave it a bit of a smell. It's perfectly fine to eat."

As if to prove it to Tang San, he picked up his chopsticks and began to wolf down the food.

He had spent the entire afternoon wandering around Suotuo City, and only by playing the pity card as a disabled person had he finally managed to get these two lunch boxes from an old man—meals that hadn't sold from noon until evening.

Tang San didn't doubt him and began to eat in large mouthfuls. Under the influence of his hunger, the strange taste was quickly masked, and all he could feel was the satisfying scent of food.

"Xiao San, our current situation is that I have no Gold Soul Coins left, and neither do you. We just received the Martial Soul Hall subsidy for this month, and the next payment is still a long, long way off."

"My decision is for you to go to the Soto Great Soul Arena to participate in soul fights. As long as you win one match, you can earn ten Gold Soul Coins."

"If you can win just one match, our days ahead will get much better."

"If you can find someone to form a team and win two matches, then we will obtain a large amount of Gold Soul Coins!"

Tang San let out a satisfied burp, exhaling a nauseating stench.

"Alright."

"Foster father, I will definitely win tonight!"

Tang San's confidence soared; he was certain he wouldn't lose tonight!

When Flender led the other seven, including Ye Lin, toward Suotuo City, Yu Xiaogang brought Tang San along to follow them.

According to Flender's plan, they would be competing at the Soto Great Soul Arena every day from now on, which would inevitably attract a great deal of attention.

To prevent them from becoming too famous at such a young age and inviting unnecessary trouble, Flender specifically had everyone prepare a mask to conceal their faces and choose a codename that represented them.

The codenames chosen by the others were exactly the same as in the original timeline.

Ye Lin chose her codename quite casually: Master of the Immortal Sword.

The master of the Immortal Sword martial soul.

Upon learning that they all had masks and codenames, Yu Xiaogang immediately gave Tang San the codename Thousand Hand Silver Grass.

At the same time, he tore a piece of cloth from his sleeve, poked two holes in it, and added two strings—this was Tang San's mask for the night.

Inside the Soto Great Soul Arena, the group quickly completed their registration and simultaneously created an additional group team called the Shrek Eight Devils.

Originally, Flender only wanted to create a team named the Shrek Seven Devils, excluding Tang San.

After a barrage of verbal attacks from Yu Xiaogang and the pressure applied through Tang Hao, Flender could only helplessly agree.

Upon entering the Soto Great Soul Arena, they immediately attracted a great deal of attention, especially since eight out of the ten people were wearing masks, causing the audience to speculate about the identities of these soul masters.

"Those seven people's masks are normal enough, but why is the eighth person's mask just a piece of a rag?"

"Say, doesn't that color look like the clothes on that one-armed man next to him? It just so happens that his robe is missing a piece on the edge."

"Hahahaha, to force together a mask to wear when you don't even have one—that's worse than not wearing one at all. How embarrassing!"

"Hahahaha..."

The expressions on the faces of Yu Xiaogang and Tang San did not change; they didn't even glance over, letting the mockery slide. They would prove themselves soon enough!

The group quickly completed their registration.

Ye Lin, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, and Tang San all entered the individual soul fighting matches.

Dai Mubai and Oscar, along with Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, entered the duo soul fighting matches.

Yu Xiaogang had originally wanted Tang San to team up with Ma Hongjun, but he was flatly rejected by Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun's reason was simple: he didn't team up with trash.

Although Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were angry, they were helpless to do anything about it.

"Rest assured, foster father, I will prove myself on the soul fighting arena in a moment!"

Tang San gave his word to Yu Xiaogang.

"I trust you, foster father is not worried. With your strength, you will surely be able to win easily."

Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San on the shoulder, offering him encouragement.

"Gurgle!"

He suddenly felt his stomach rumbling.

He had the sensation that he was about to have diarrhea.

Was it really the dinner he ate that caused the problem?

"Next, let us welcome the two contestants for the upcoming soul fight."

"Thousand Hand Silver Grass, martial soul Blue Silver Grass."

"Jiang Liu, martial soul Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd."

"Will both contestants please step onto the Soul Fighting Arena!"

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang exchanged a look, nodded solemnly, and he stepped onto the Soul Fighting Arena.

Seeing that Tang San had already taken the stage, Yu Xiaogang did not delay and quickly ran toward the restroom of the Soto Great Soul Arena.

On the Soul Fighting Arena, Tang San looked at his opponent with disdain. The opponent was clearly a power-attack soul master, who would be countered by his own control-system, making victory easy.

"Gurgle!"

A strange sound reached his ears.

In an instant, Tang San's expression changed.