Douluo: Poisonous Tongue, Loves Telling the Truth

"Teacher Zhao, what exactly happened to me? It hurts so much."

Zhao Wuji looked somewhat awkward, thinking to himself: Of course it hurts! Even looking at it makes me wince!

But considering Tang San was still a wounded patient and might not have the mental fortitude to handle the truth, he offered some comfort.

"Don't worry, it's just a matter of an inch or two; it's not a fatal wound!"

"Just find a doctor when we get back and have them put in a few stitches, and you'll be fine."

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, the look of agony on Tang San's face actually eased significantly. He used all his remaining strength to turn his head to the side.

"Xiao Wu! I'm just glad you're okay. You have no idea how worried I was about you!"

Hearing these words, Xiao Wu felt deeply moved, but for some reason, her expression remained conflicted and guilty, as if she were lost in thought.

She bit her lower lip hard, her brows furrowed. Tang San, seeing this, felt a warmth in his heart, assuming she was simply too worried about his injuries.

Zhao Wuji watched the two of them, squinting his eyes as he let out a silent sigh.

He couldn't offer any advice on matters of the heart for young people!

Since Tang San was in pain wherever he was touched, Zhao Wuji didn't dare move him recklessly. He had to weave a stretcher out of nearby weeds and have Xiao Wu help him carry Tang San back.

Xiao Wu, unable to bear looking at Tang San's miserable state, walked in front, while Zhao Wuji walked behind.

Along the way, every time Tang San looked up, he could see Xiao Wu's back from the waist down, which left him feeling a surge of heat.

But the more intense the heat, the more his lower body throbbed with pain, and the more it hurt... the more it hurt...

In the end, Tang San was grimacing so hard that even Zhao Wuji couldn't stand to watch. He found a larger leaf and covered Tang San's face with it, only then managing to reach the group's location.

Ning Rongrong was the first to notice Xiao Wu returning, and she looked behind her.

There was a figure on the stretcher, covered by leaves that obscured the entire person, and she couldn't help but cover her small mouth...

"This... is he already dead like this..."

A gasp drew everyone's attention, and they all saw Tang San on the stretcher.

"Dead? Is Tang San dead?"

"Life is truly fragile! He was jumping around just this morning, and now they are separated by the veil of life and death!"

As Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong lamented, Oscar was the first to rush over.

"Teacher Zhao..."

Zhao Wuji had been lost in thought, and with the dimming light of dusk, he hadn't realized they had reached their destination.

Only when Oscar called out did he snap back to reality.

"Little Ao, hurry up and make a few more Big Sausages."

"Dai Mubai, Fatty, come over and give me a hand."

Receiving the order, the group gathered around, and the two of them were finally relieved of their burden.

Xiao Wu ran off first, and Xia Ran gave Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing a look, signaling them to go over and see if they could offer some comfort.

He then walked over to Tang San himself.

The men and women naturally split into two groups; the boys were all on Tang San's side, while the girls were all with Xiao Wu.

When the boys saw Tang San's wound, they all gasped in unison.

They looked at each other, instinctively feeling a cold breeze blow across their own crotches...

"This... I suppose... it's probably useless now!"

Chapter 34: Questions for Grandmaster

A piercing wound ran through Tang San's lower waist; some unknown, incredibly hard plant branch was stuck straight into that unspeakable location.

Seeing everyone gathered around, Zhao Wuji brushed the leaves off Tang San's face, revealing his pale complexion.

"Brother... you're not dead!"

Ma Hongjun was stunned when he saw that Tang San was still alive.

"It's so good that you're not dead..."

The words he wanted to say died in his throat. He took another look at what was impaled on the branch and shuddered.

As far as he was concerned, suffering an injury like that meant living was worse than dying.

Oscar hurriedly made a few more Big Sausages and fed them to Tang San.

"Brothers! It's so good to see you all again!"

Tang San, having regained a bit of strength, said this for no apparent reason.

Brothers? You might as well become sisters with Xiao Wu and the others; even a Title Douluo of the healing type would have a hard time fixing you!

That was what everyone was thinking at that moment. It seemed Tang San still had no idea what had actually happened to him.

On the other side, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had learned the sequence of events from Xiao Wu, and both were left sighing with emotion.

"Such a perfectly fine person, just like that, he's... what's Xiao Wu going to do now..."

Ning Rongrong had a straightforward personality and held a grudge against Tang San. Anyone could see that Tang San and Xiao Wu were a couple, so now it was her turn to kick someone while they were down.

Zhu Zhuqing frowned on the side; she found it hard to imagine how painful such an injury must be!

Xiao Wu, meanwhile, was off to the side, covering her face and weeping...

The next day.

The bones in Tang San's body were shattered to pieces, and he remained in that half-dead state, unable to move a muscle.

However, the tree branches had already been removed by Zhao Wuji using his soul power.

Seeming to sense that something terrible had happened to him, the awakened Tang San was emotionally unstable, constantly asking everyone about the state of his wounds.

Everyone was afraid of crushing his spirit, so they all chose to keep the truth from him.

Xia Ran suggested turning back to search for that Red Shadow Butterfly, letting Oscar finish absorbing his soul ring as soon as possible, and even canceling this soul-hunting mission to return to the academy first.

Zhao Wuji agreed and led the group to the area Xia Ran had mentioned.

Unsurprisingly, the Red Shadow Butterfly was successfully hunted, and Oscar gained a speed-boosting skill, though unfortunately, it lacked flight capabilities.

Even so, he was extremely happy.

During this time, Tang San's soul power reached level 30, but Zhao Wuji did not hunt a soul ring for him; in his current state, if not for Oscar's big sausages keeping him alive, he would have breathed his last long ago.

The top priority was still to hurry back and find a healing soul master.

Xia Ran had originally planned to have Zhao Wuji help him hunt his fifth soul ring, but he didn't voice it under the current circumstances.

The harvest from this trip was decent: Xiao Wu's aversion toward Tang San had reached 60%, Zhu Zhuqing's favorability had reached 90%, and he had gained the power of elemental control for his second martial soul.

Most importantly, Tang San's greatest cheat—the Eight Spider Lances—had been intercepted by him.

The group spent a few more days returning to the academy, during which Ning Rongrong left for her sect as soon as they exited the Star Dou Forest.

When Flender saw Tang San being carried back, his old face twisted into a knot.

Finally, after Zhao Wuji's account, he had no choice but to accept reality.

After several healing sessions from a soul master, Tang San was finally able to move freely.

However, when he saw that there was nothing left below his waist, he couldn't accept the reality and fainted once again.

That day, a scruffy, bearded middle-aged man suddenly appeared at the academy gate.

Xia Ran happened to be guiding Zhu Zhuqing in her cultivation when they ran into him.

"Little brother, the way you're teaching her is wrong."

"As an agility-attack soul master, one must pursue extreme speed to disrupt the enemy on the battlefield, not put the cart before the horse by learning some random attack methods."

Yu Xiaogang looked arrogant, walking up to the two of them and striking a pose of a superior expert.

"I assume you are also a student of this academy; let me give you a piece of advice: cultivate diligently and don't ruin the future of others."

With that, he walked straight between them and headed toward Flender's office.

He had only walked halfway when his gaze was caught by something at Xia Ran's waist.

"Hmm? How is the storage Soul Tool I gave to Little San on you? How did you get it?"

Yu Xiaogang, who had just wanted to show off and leave, suddenly saw the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at Xia Ran's waist.

Ever since he had confiscated the spoils from Tang San, he had kept the item on him; although it didn't contain much, it was at least much better than an ordinary belt.

"Yu Xiaogang, is it!"

Xia Ran glanced at the man before him casually. He hadn't wanted to bother with this loser, but given Yu Xiaogang's current demeanor, it wouldn't be over quickly.

He might as well properly deal with this so-called "Grandmaster."

"Hmph~ knowing my honorable name, you at least have some discernment."

Hearing that the other party actually recognized him, a trace of pride appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face.

He took it for granted that Flender must have been boasting about him constantly, and that his great name had already spread far and wide across the continent.

He stepped forward, hands behind his back.

"Correct, I am the renowned theoretical Grandmaster of the soul master world—Yu Xiaogang."

"I am also the future teacher of your academy; you may address me as Grandmaster."

"I don't know how this Soul Tool ended up in your hands, but it is a gift I gave to Little San; now, please return it to me immediately."

The words were delivered with great momentum, his pretentiousness maxed out.

A confident smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he tilted his head to look at the distant sky.

This scene made Zhu Zhuqing's toes curl in embarrassment, and goosebumps broke out all over her body.