Benevolent Master, Filial Disciple

The Gale Demon Wolf is a magical soul beast; it has no reproductive isolation from humans and possesses a unique desire for them, making it the "ape" of the soul beast world.

Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't go into heat for a male human, but at this moment, influenced by the incense, their beast blood was boiling, and they were in desperate need of release.

Yu Xiaogang spent his days in his room indulging in so-called research; although he wasn't much to look at, his skin was quite fair.

And so, this scene unfolded.

"Ah! You ****."

"No, ***."

"*"

"*! ***, it hurts so much."

"No... ******."

Yu Xiaogang's voice grew weaker. These beasts were truly animals; how could they be so strong and so rough?

Yu Xiaogang's back was already stained red with blood, and his voice gradually faded. He never expected that he would die in such a humiliating way.

As for Tang San on the tree, he was initially furious inside, but after listening for a while, he simply lay back on the tree and closed his eyes to rest. He needed to conserve his energy to find a way out of the Soul Hunting Forest.

"What a piece of trash."

Hidden somewhere nearby, Tang Hao watched Yu Xiaogang being tortured in turns by the Gale Demon Wolf pack, his face full of disgust. Fortunately, Tang San was unharmed; otherwise, there would be no need for this teacher, Yu Xiaogang, to exist.

Looking at Tang San, who was still lying on the tree resting, Tang Hao hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, deciding not to meet with him yet.

"It is not yet time."

Then he looked at Yu Xiaogang. After all, he still needed him to teach Tang San, so Tang Hao decided to save him.

A wave of soul power pressure surged toward the Gale Demon Wolf pack. Instantly, all the wolves, including the wolf king, had their fur stand on end, as if they had been targeted by some terrifying beast, and they were so frightened that they scattered in all directions.

The Gale Demon Wolf on his back went completely limp. It had been on the verge of reaching the peak, but now, startled by this, everything was scared out of it, and yellow and white filth was left on Xiaogang's back.

The wolf dared not linger, fleeing toward the direction of the pack without looking back. It was unknown whether this poor Gale Demon Wolf would ever be able to be a "real man" again.

"What's going on?"

Sensing something was wrong, Tang San looked down. He only saw the Gale Demon Wolves fleeing, but didn't see any other soul beasts. He looked at the miserable Yu Xiaogang, hesitated for a few seconds, and decided to wait and see.

After half an hour, seeing that nothing else happened, Tang San climbed down from the giant tree and walked to Yu Xiaogang's side.

At this moment, white foam was bubbling from the corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth, and he was on the verge of death. His back was covered in blood, mixed with yellow and white filth—truly a colorful sight.

Tang San stepped forward and, suppressing his nausea, patted Yu Xiaogang's back.

"Teacher, Teacher."

"Ah! Don't ****, no **."

At Tang San's light pat, Yu Xiaogang trembled all over and muttered these words in a daze, clearly not yet having recovered from the "aftermath."

"Teacher, it's me, Xiaosan."

"Xiaosan? Xiaosan, hehe."

Yu Xiaogang turned his head, saw Tang San beside him, let out a sudden chuckle, and then fainted.

Seeing the unconscious Yu Xiaogang, Tang San could only suppress his nausea and carry him on his back to head outside; after all, this was his teacher, who was like a father to him.

But when a bit of the yellow and white filth dripped onto his hand, he couldn't hold it back anymore. With a "blech," he vomited.

Yu Xiaogang was dropped onto the ground, a flash of pain crossing his pale, unconscious face.

In the end, Tang San didn't abandon Yu Xiaogang. He found some vines and tied Yu Xiaogang to a makeshift wooden board, dragging him forward.

As he walked, he suddenly saw a dying Ghost Vine ahead, seemingly discarded by someone. Judging by the length of this Ghost Vine, it was about six hundred years old, just right for his second soul ring, but...

He looked at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang again, and Tang San finally made a decision.

"Anyway, the teacher won't die for a while. Only by absorbing this soul ring to increase my strength will I have a better chance of getting the teacher out of the forest."

As if comforting himself, Tang San muttered to himself, and after that, the look of guilt vanished from his face. That's right, sharpening his knife wouldn't delay the woodcutting; this was for the teacher's own good.

He took a dagger out of his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges and walked toward the dying Ghost Vine. He found the core of the Ghost Vine and stabbed it hard—fast, ruthless, and accurate.

A yellow soul ring emerged from the Ghost Vine. Tang San first set up a simple trap in the surrounding area, then sat cross-legged to absorb the Ghost Vine's soul ring.

Another half hour passed. Tang San slowly stood up, and Blue Silver Grass appeared in his hand. Two yellow soul rings shone in tandem, and the deep yellow one lit up.

"Second soul skill, Parasite."

Instantly, the Blue Silver Grass in his hand produced more seeds, firmly wrapping the tree in front of him.

"Not bad. The second soul skill, Parasite, combined with my first soul skill, Bind, will definitely be a nightmare for my enemies."

Looking at the darkening sky, Tang San didn't continue forward. The Soul Hunting Forest was clearly more dangerous at night. He dragged Yu Xiaogang to find a cave and began to help him treat his wounds.

He first used the drinking water stored in his soul tool to wash the filth off Yu Xiaogang's body, especially his back, and then took out some hemostatic ointment.

He applied the ointment bit by bit, not missing a single bleeding spot.

Throughout the whole process, Tang San was suppressing his nausea. He, Tang San, was a real man and had no taste for such things.

Yu Xiaogang felt someone touching him while he was in a semi-conscious state, his mouth muttering deliriously, which reminded Tang San of some unpleasant imagery.

If the person before him wasn't his teacher, who was as close to him as a father, he would have left him to fend for himself long ago.

After applying the ointment, Tang San rubbed his hands repeatedly, terrified that the scent might linger; what if Xiao Wu found him repulsive because of it?

At the first light of dawn the next day, Tang San took Yu Xiaogang and continued toward the edge of the forest. Although he hadn't suffered any physical harm, the scenes he witnessed yesterday had dealt him a massive shock; he didn't want to stay in this wretched forest for even one more second.

Fortunately, there were no accidents on the way out of the forest. They didn't even encounter a single spirit beast, as if someone had cleared a path specifically for him. Could someone be helping him from the shadows?

However, Tang San shook his head a moment later. If someone were truly helping him from behind the scenes, his teacher wouldn't have ended up in this state. It was likely just good luck that a spirit master had passed through this path earlier and cleared out the spirit beasts along the way.

Once they exited the Soul Hunting Forest, Tang San's tightly coiled nerves finally relaxed. He went to a carriage rental shop, placed Yu Xiaogang inside the carriage, and hired a driver to take them both toward Nuoding Academy.

Amidst the jolting and vibrations of the carriage, Yu Xiaogang slowly woke up, his first words being.

"No more, stop...!"

"Teacher, you're awake."

Tang San, who had been sitting cross-legged to the side, immediately stepped forward to soothe Yu Xiaogang upon seeing him stir.

"Teacher, it's alright. We've made it out."

"Made it out?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were still dazed. He hurriedly pulled back the carriage curtain, and upon seeing the tidy streets outside, he burst into loud sobs.

"We made it out, we really made it out."

"Wuwuwu, I thought I was going to be * to death by those beasts."

"Wuwuwu, wuwuwuwuwu..."

After crying for a good while, Yu Xiaogang finally held back his tears and looked at Tang San beside him.

"Xiao San, were we saved by someone?"

Tang San carefully weighed his words, speaking a mix of truth and fabrication.

"When I was running away, I fell into a large pit and passed out. I was lucky enough not to be discovered by those beasts. When I woke up, I was worried about your safety, Teacher, so I headed back. I discovered that the Gale Demon Wolves seemed to have been suddenly startled by something, and they all fled with their tails tucked between their legs.

"Then, I carried you on my back and walked all the way out of the forest. On the way, I was attacked by a Ghost Vine, but I managed to win and absorbed my second spirit ring, then brought you out of the spirit beast forest."

Hearing Tang San's words, Yu Xiaogang had his own theories. It must have been Xiao San's father who scared off the Gale Demon Wolves; otherwise, given the nature of those wolves, they never would have let him go.

Yet, a sense of resentment grew in his heart. Why hadn't he come sooner? Did he know how much he had suffered? If he had arrived earlier, he wouldn't have been...

Thinking of this, he couldn't control his emotions and suddenly flipped over to sit up.

"Ah!"

A miserable scream erupted from the carriage, drawing the attention of passersby outside. Unfortunately, they couldn't see what was happening inside and could only imagine the scene for themselves, sighing at how "adventurous" people were these days.

"Teacher! Teacher, be careful. Your... injuries are severe. I've already applied medicine and bandaged you simply, but to recover, we still need to find a healing-type spirit master."

With Tang San's support, Yu Xiaogang lay back down.

Thinking of how his disciple was only nine years old yet had remained by his side through thick and thin, caring for him so meticulously, a wave of emotion washed over Yu Xiaogang. The look he gave Tang San held a strange, new sentiment.

"Xiao San."

"Teacher?"

"It's nothing, thank you."

"Teacher~"

"Xiao San~"

"Teacher~"

For a moment, the carriage was filled with... warmth, a display of a devoted teacher and a filial student.

(This part was previously censored, so I've adjusted it; everyone can use their own imagination.)