The Gale Demon Wolf was a remarkable Spirit Beast. It had no reproductive barrier with humans and possessed unusual desires toward them, making it the Mating Ape of the Spirit Beast world.
Ordinarily, they would not go into heat for a male human, but under the influence of the incense, their beastly blood boiled, urgently needing an outlet.
Yu Xiaogang spent all year shut in his room, immersed in so-called research. Though he was not much to look at, his skin was quite fair.
And so, this scene came to be.
"Ah! You ****."
"No, ***."
"*"
"*! ***, it hurts so much."
"No... ******."
Yu Xiaogang's voice gradually weakened. These beasts truly were beasts. How could they be so strong and so rough?
Yu Xiaogang's back was already stained red with blood, and his voice grew quieter and quieter. He had never imagined that he would die in such a humiliating way.
Tang San, in the tree, had initially burned with anger. But after listening for a while, he simply lay on the branch and closed his eyes to rest. He still needed to conserve his energy and find a chance to leave the Soul Hunting Forest.
"What trash."
Tang Hao, hidden somewhere nearby, watched Yu Xiaogang being tormented in turns by the Gale Demon Wolves, his face full of disdain. Fortunately, Little San had not been hurt. Otherwise, there would have been no need for Yu Xiaogang to exist as a teacher.
Watching Tang San continue to lie in the tree with his eyes closed, Tang Hao hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and ultimately chose not to meet him.
"It's not time yet."
Then he looked toward Yu Xiaogang. Since he still needed Yu Xiaogang to teach Little San, Tang Hao decided to save him.
A crushing wave of Soul Power swept toward the Gale Wolf pack. Instantly, every wolf, including the Wolf King, had its fur stand on end, as though some terrifying Fierce Beast had fixed its gaze upon them. Terrified, they scattered in every direction.
The Gale Demon Wolf on Yu Xiaogang's back went limp all over. It had clearly been close to reaching the peak, but after being frightened like this, it let everything out. Yellow and white filth spilled all over Xiao Gang's back.
That wolf did not dare linger any longer. Without even looking back, it fled toward the rest of the pack. No one knew whether that pitiful Gale Demon Wolf could still be considered a real man afterward.
"What happened?"
Sensing that something was wrong, Tang San looked down and saw the Gale Demon Wolves fleeing, yet there were no other Spirit Beasts in sight. Looking at the miserable Yu Xiaogang, he struggled for several seconds before deciding to keep watching.
After another half hour passed and nothing else happened, Tang San finally climbed down from the giant tree and walked over to Yu Xiaogang.
At that moment, white foam bubbled from Yu Xiaogang's mouth. He was barely alive, his back covered in blood and mixed with yellow and white filth, truly a dazzling array of colors.
Suppressing his nausea, Tang San stepped forward and patted Yu Xiaogang's back.
"Teacher, Teacher."
"Ah! Don't ****, don't **."
At Tang San's gentle pat, Yu Xiaogang shuddered all over and muttered those words in a daze. Clearly, he had not yet recovered from the "afterglow."
"Teacher, it's Little San."
"Little San? Little San, hehe."
Yu Xiaogang turned his head and saw Tang San beside him. He suddenly chuckled foolishly, then fainted.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang unconscious, Tang San could only suppress his disgust and carry him on his back as he headed outside. After all, this was a teacher who was like a father to him.
But when a bit of yellow and white filth dripped onto his hand, he could no longer endure it. With a gag, he threw up.
Yu Xiaogang was thrown to the ground as well, and a flash of pain crossed his pale, unconscious face.
Tang San ultimately did not abandon Yu Xiaogang. He found several vines, tied Yu Xiaogang to a crude wooden board, and dragged him onward.
As he walked, he suddenly spotted a dying Ghost Vine ahead. It seemed to have been casually discarded by someone. Judging from its length, it was around six hundred years old, just right for his second Spirit Ring, but...
He looked again at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang, and Tang San finally made his decision.
"Teacher won't die anytime soon. If I absorb this Spirit Ring and improve my strength, I'll have a better chance of getting Teacher out of the forest."
As though comforting himself, Tang San muttered that sentence to himself, and the guilt vanished from his face. That was right. Sharpening the blade would not delay the cutting of wood. This was for Teacher's own good.
He took a dagger from Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges and walked toward the dying Ghost Vine. Finding the Ghost Vine's core, he stabbed down fiercely—fast, ruthless, and precise.
A yellow Spirit Ring rose from the Ghost Vine. Tang San first set up a simple trap around the area, then sat down cross-legged and began absorbing the Ghost Vine's Spirit Ring.
Another half hour passed before Tang San slowly rose. Blue Silver Grass appeared in his hand, two yellow Spirit Rings shining against one another as the deep-yellow ring lit up.
"Second Spirit Skill, Parasite."
At once, the Blue Silver Grass in his hand produced even more seeds, tightly wrapping around the trees before him.
"Not bad. My second Spirit Skill, Parasite, paired with my First Spirit Skill, Bind, will definitely be an enemy's nightmare."
Seeing the sky gradually darken, Tang San did not continue onward. The Soul Hunting Forest was clearly more dangerous at night. Dragging Yu Xiaogang along, he found a cave and began treating Yu Xiaogang's wounds.
First, he used the drinking water stored in his Soul Tool to wash the grime from Yu Xiaogang's body, especially his back, before taking out hemostatic ointment.
He carefully applied the ointment bit by bit, not missing a single bleeding spot.
Throughout the entire process, Tang San forced himself to endure his nausea. He, Tang San, was a real man. He had no taste for men.
In his unconsciousness, Yu Xiaogang vaguely felt someone touching him and continued muttering deliriously, making Tang San recall certain unpleasant scenes.
If the person before him had not been a teacher as close to him as a father, he would have long since left him to fend for himself.
After applying the ointment, Tang San rubbed his hands over and over, afraid that even a trace of the smell would remain. What if Xiao Wu found him disgusting?
At daybreak the next morning, Tang San continued toward the edge of the forest with Yu Xiaogang. Though he had not suffered any physical injuries, the scenes he had witnessed yesterday had dealt him an enormous blow. He did not want to remain in this damned forest for even another moment.
Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened on the way out of the forest. They did not encounter even a single Spirit Beast, as though someone had specifically cleared a path for him. Could someone have been helping him from the shadows?
But Tang San immediately shook his head. If someone really had been helping him behind the scenes, Teacher could not possibly have ended up in such a state. They were probably just lucky that Spirit Masters had recently passed along this route and cleared out the Spirit Beasts they encountered.
Once they left the Soul Hunting Forest, Tang San finally relaxed his tightly strung nerves. He went to a carriage rental shop, rented a horse-drawn carriage, placed Yu Xiaogang inside the compartment, and hired a driver to take them to Nuoding Academy.
Amid the jolting of the carriage, Yu Xiaogang slowly woke up. The first words from his mouth were—
"No more, don't ***!"
"Teacher, you're awake."
Tang San, who had been sitting cross-legged nearby, immediately stepped forward when Yu Xiaogang woke and soothed him.
"Teacher, it's all right. We're out."
"We're out?"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were still somewhat vacant. He hurriedly pulled open the carriage curtain, and upon seeing the clean streets outside, he burst into loud sobs.
"We're out. We really got out."
"Wuwuwu, I thought those beasts were going to * me to death."
"Wuwuwu, wuwuwuwuwu..."
After crying for a long while, Yu Xiaogang finally wiped away his tears and looked at Tang San beside him.
"Little San, were we saved by someone?"
Tang San carefully considered his words and spoke a half-truth.
"When we were running, I fell into a large pit and passed out. I was lucky that those beasts didn't find me. When I woke up, I was worried about Teacher's safety and went back. Then I discovered that the Gale Demon Wolves seemed to have suddenly been frightened by something and fled with their tails between their legs.
Then I carried Teacher toward the edge of the forest. On the way, I was attacked by a Ghost Vine. I was fortunate enough to win and absorb its second Spirit Ring, then I brought Teacher out of the Spirit Beast Forest."
Hearing Tang San's words, Yu Xiaogang came to his own conclusion. It must have been Little San's father who had scared off the Gale Demon Wolves. Otherwise, given the Gale Demon Wolves' nature, how could they possibly have let him go?
But he also felt several degrees more resentment. Why had he not come earlier? Did he know how much Yu Xiaogang had suffered? If he had come sooner, Yu Xiaogang would not have been...
Thinking of this, he could no longer control his emotions and abruptly rolled over to sit up.
"Ah!"
Yu Xiaogang's scream rang through the carriage, drawing the attention of passersby outside. Unfortunately, they could not see what was happening inside and could only let their imaginations run wild, sighing that people nowadays really knew how to have fun.
"Teacher! Teacher, be careful. Your... injuries are severe. I've already applied medicine and bandaged you simply, but if you want to recover, you'll need to find a healing-type Spirit Master."
With Tang San supporting him, Yu Xiaogang lay back down.
Thinking of how his disciple was only nine years old, yet had never abandoned him and had cared for him so attentively, Yu Xiaogang was suddenly deeply moved. The look in his eyes as he gazed at Tang San gained an unusual emotion.
"Little San."
"Teacher?"
"It's nothing. Thank you."
"Teacher~"
"Little San~"
"Teacher~"
For a time, the carriage was... filled with warmth. A benevolent master and a filial disciple.
(It was banned before, so I changed it a little. Use your imagination.)
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