San Wu Seeks Trouble and Gets Beaten Again

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang led Tang San and Xiao Wu to the Nuoding City Martial Soul Hall, preparing to collect their soul master subsidies.

When Xiao Wu heard that the Martial Soul Hall actually provided subsidies to soul masters—a whole Gold Soul Coin—she was surprised. Although she was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, her time in human society had taught her exactly what that one Gold Soul Coin represented.

She remarked, "I didn't expect the Martial Soul Hall to be quite decent."

It is unknown whether she remembered her mother when she said those words.

Upon hearing Xiao Wu praise the Martial Soul Hall, our great God King Tang and Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang were immediately displeased, their faces darkening instantly.

Our great God King Tang said, "Xiao Wu, don't be deceived by the facade of the Martial Soul Hall. This is just a trick to win people's hearts, and besides, this money is provided by the two great empires."

"San is right. The Martial Soul Hall has wolfish ambitions and is definitely not a good thing," Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang added.

"I see. I didn't realize the Martial Soul Hall was so bad," Xiao Wu said, her impression of the Martial Soul Hall changing instantly after hearing Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's words.

"But San, let's hurry inside and get the money." With that, Xiao Wu pulled Tang San along, skipping toward the Martial Soul Hall, showing no signs of the injuries she still carried.

The vitality of this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was truly terrifying.

The moment the people at the Martial Soul Hall saw Yu Xiaogang arrive, their expressions shifted from sunny to overcast.

They despised this good-for-nothing the most.

When he came to collect money, he would walk with his hands behind his back, his rear stuck out, chest puffed, and head held high, pretending to be someone who viewed money as dirt.

But the moment he saw those bright yellow Gold Soul Coins, he would practically drool.

His attitude was also poor; he would keep a straight face as if everyone owed him something.

The key was that this guy knew the Martial Soul Hall only issued subsidies to those below level 30, so he had stubbornly kept his own level at 29, never allowing it to grow even a bit further.

Who said Yu Xiaogang wasn't a master? He might not be a master of soul theory, but he was certainly a master of economics.

Yu Xiaogang walked into the Martial Soul Hall with a straight face, expressionless yet with burning eyes, and said, "I am here to collect my soul master subsidy."

"I'm sorry, you do not meet the requirements."

"Impossible. I collected it last month, and my soul power is level 29."

"The requirement for our Martial Soul Hall to issue subsidies is that a Soul Grand Master must be under forty years old. Your age does not meet the standard."

"You are discriminating against the elderly!"

"Teacher, please don't be angry," Tang San walked over. "I am here to collect my soul master subsidy. I surely meet the requirements, right?"

"I'm sorry."

"According to our information, you frequently get into fights with classmates at school, and you only take beatings without fighting back. This also does not meet the requirements."

Was it my choice to fight? Was it my choice not to fight back? Ten thousand alpacas ran through Tang San's mind at that moment.

"What about me?" Xiao Wu asked, skipping over and shaking her head with its two rabbit ears.

"I'm sorry."

"According to the instructions from above, anyone named Xiao Wu, with a Soft Bone Rabbit martial soul, or possessing two rabbit ears is strictly prohibited from receiving subsidies."

"Furthermore, anyone belonging to the Martial Soul Hall who encounters the aforementioned individuals must give her two heavy slaps."

As he spoke, the Martial Soul Hall Deacon stepped forward and—slap, slap—gave Xiao Wu two heavy smacks to the face.

Xiao Wu saw stars, feeling dizzy and disoriented as she swayed and fell to the ground.

Seeing Xiao Wu get slapped, Tang San was instantly enraged. "How dare you hurt my Xiao Wu! I'm going to kill you!"

As he spoke, a yellow soul ring manifested around Tang San.

"Daring to cause trouble in the Martial Soul Hall? You're courting death."

A group of Martial Soul Hall Deacons immediately surrounded them.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately lost his nerve. "Everyone, it's all a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding! The child is young and ignorant. I apologize to everyone here."

"If apologies were useful, what would we need the Martial Soul Hall for?"

"Beat them until they're half-dead."

After a long while, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Yu Xiaogang were thrown out of the Martial Soul Hall.

It took quite some time for the three of them to recover.

As soon as he regained his strength, Tang San thought to himself: Damn Martial Soul Hall, to think they would dare refuse my subsidy and beat me, my Xiao Wu, and my teacher. You have added three more reasons for me to kill you.

"Teacher, what do we do now?" Tang San asked.

"It's fine. I still have some savings. Take them and use them. You and Xiao Wu find a modest hotel to stay in; it should be enough."

"Thank you, Teacher."

Tang San then excitedly took Xiao Wu to find a hotel.

However, Tang San asked from five-star hotels down to unrated ones, from unrated hotels to mud-brick houses, from mud-brick houses to adobe huts, and from adobe huts to thatched cottages, until finally, he found one with a vacant room.

This was, of course, the handiwork of Qian Renyu. When he heard that Tang San and Xiao Wu planned to stay out for a few days, he had Zhang Zhuan and Yang He book every habitable place in Nuoding City, leaving only this thatched cottage.

Looking at the dilapidated thatched cottage before her, Xiao Wu shook her rabbit ears, her face full of refusal. She would rather go back and be beaten by Qian Renyu again than stay here.

You are a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who usually lives in the open; now that you have a thatched cottage to shield you from the wind and rain, you are actually complaining.

Bitches are just pretentious.

Tang San couldn't win against Xiao Wu, so he had no choice but to return to Dorm Seven at Nuoding Academy with her.

As soon as Tang San and Xiao Wu returned to Dorm Seven, they found Qian Renyu waiting for them there with Zhang Zhuan and Yang He.

"Zhang Zhuan, Yang He, beat them for me."

Crack, snap, bang, bang, bang.

Before long, Tang San and Xiao Wu—one beast and one half-beast—could be seen limping, covered in blood, as they arrived back at that same thatched hut.

However, the price of this thatched hut had now increased tenfold.

Tang San had originally intended to fight back, but after seeing the two white and one yellow soul rings on his opponent, he decisively chose to submit.

Tang San and Xiao Wu ended up living in the thatched hut, while Yu Xiaogang helped them take leave from their classes.

What made Tang San happy, however, was that he was sleeping in the same bed and under the same covers with Xiao Wu again, and just like before, they were both unclothed.

Tang San successfully "slept-talked" Xiao Wu into staying there long-term, attending classes at the academy during the day and returning to sleep at night.

It was a pity, though, that they were still too young.

But Qian Renyu still didn't let them off the hook; he brought Zhang Zhuan and Yang He to their thatched hut every day. He didn't beat them, but he made them kowtow to him and then had them each slapped twice across the face.

Tang San and Xiao Wu had gotten used to it, but their money was starting to run low. The rent here was already expensive, and Xiao Wu was always buying this and that, wanting to eat everything she saw.

With no other choice, Tang San had to go work at a blacksmith shop.

One day, after school, Tang San and Xiao Wu were on their way back to the thatched hut when they saw an old man selling carrots.

Xiao Wu saw them and, without a word, grabbed two and started gnawing on them.

"Little girl, are you going to buy those? You just started eating them."

"Of course I'm buying them. I want all of these. San, come over and pay."

She wanted them all—such a huge pile of carrots—but Tang San had no choice. The blacksmith shop had paid his wages today, so he had enough to buy Xiao Wu some carrots. He walked over to pay.

"Boss, we'll take all of these. How much?"

"One hundred Gold Soul Coins."

"What!" Upon hearing the price of one hundred Gold Soul Coins, Xiao Wu's rabbit ears immediately stood on end. "You want one hundred Gold Soul Coins for this pile of carrots!"

"Little girl, you must have misheard. When did I say this pile of carrots was one hundred Gold Soul Coins?"

"I said one hundred Gold Soul Coins per carrot." As he spoke, the old man pointed to the price tag beside him.

"My prices are clearly marked. If you can't afford it, you don't have to buy it, but you started eating my carrots the moment you walked up. Have you considered whether you're violating the will of the party involved?"

"Isn't this just robbery!" Xiao Wu said viciously, fuming with anger.

"I'm sorry, we don't want these carrots anymore." Tang San said, pulling Xiao Wu away as they prepared to leave.

"You want to leave? What about the carrots she gnawed on? Pay up before you go."

"You're courting death!" Xiao Wu said, releasing her yellow soul ring as she prepared to strike.

Tang San also released his soul ring from the sidelines, his hand moving to the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges soul tool that Yu Xiaogang had given him.

"It is you who are courting death." The old man remained unhurried as he released his own soul rings.

One white, three yellow, and one purple—five soul rings. He was a Soul King.

What followed next was

A man and a woman, two Soul Masters, bullying an old man selling carrots on the street.