The Third One to Be Disciplined

"Miss, please stop!"

Tang San ran all over the dark space, chased by the woman in the black dress.

What surprised him was that, even after running for so long, he wasn't the slightest bit tired.

"Little Scumbag, don't run!"

"Your granny here will make sure to love you properly..."

The woman in the black dress held a black leather whip and chased Tang San with a cackling laugh.

"I have no grudge against you!"

"No grudge, you say..."

Crack! (The sound of a whip!)

"Ah!"

"Why are you whipping me like this?"

"Whipping you, you say..."

Crack!

"Ah~"

"You're courting death!"

"Courting death, you say..."

Crack-crack-crack... (×9178)

"Ah... ah..."

"I was wrong..."

"What were you wrong about?"

Crack...

"Ah!"

Tang San endured the pain as his mind raced.

What should he do!

Who would've thought there'd be a madwoman like this beneath Ghost Sorrow Cliff? If he'd known, he never would've jumped.

The very first thing this madwoman had done when she saw him was whip him.

He couldn't figure out what he'd done to offend her so badly that she'd beat him so mercilessly.

Tang San had tried to fight back, but for some reason, he couldn't use his Mysterious Heaven Skill inner force.

He couldn't use a single move that relied on inner force, not the Purple Demon Eye or Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

He'd even tried to fight back with his fists and feet, but he couldn't even touch the hem of the madwoman's skirt.

And she'd only whipped him harder...

Could this madwoman be a martial-world assassin hired by the Tang Sect to punish him?

And did she have some kind of shameful fetish?

She'd sealed his inner force without making a sound, so she must be quite powerful.

After being whipped so many times, his skin should've been lacerated and he should've been bleeding everywhere.

But in truth, he was completely unharmed. He was just in pain.

This was beyond absurd...

As things stood, there was no way he could win in a fight.

But if he didn't do something, the madwoman wouldn't stop.

Since that was the case, he could only try this...

At the thought, Tang San immediately fell to his knees and put on the most sincere expression of his life.

"Granny... I really know I was wrong this time!"

The woman in the black dress stopped the whip she'd been about to swing. Her purple eyes stared straight at Tang San, as though she were looking at a toy.

"Then tell me exactly what you did wrong. If you get it right, I'll let you rest for a while."

Tang San blurted out, "I was wrong to secretly learn the Tang Sect's supreme cultivation art. I was wrong to jump off Ghost Sorrow Cliff and end my own life..."

At last, he breathed a sigh of relief. Those were the two worst mistakes he'd made in his life.

What the madwoman had said had to be one of them.

The woman in the black dress smiled. "You stole your cultivation art. What's that got to do with me?"

"You jumped, and I whipped you. As you humans like to say, those are two separate matters."

With that, she raised the whip and brought it down hard again...

Much later.

The woman in the black dress looked at Tang San sprawled on the ground, his eyes vacant, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Ten thousand years... I've finally gotten a little revenge..."

She put the whip away and hung it from her waist. She'd found it on the ground when she arrived here.

It was probably left behind by that God of Fire. Come to think of it, this whip really was miraculous.

No matter how hard she struck Tang San, it only made him writhe in agony. It didn't leave a single mark.

Tang San lay on the ground, feeling utterly drained and starting to question his life.

That whip was truly sinister. Even the Tang Sect's most vicious Hidden Weapons couldn't compare to it by even one percent.

He'd lost count of how many times he'd been whipped, but it had definitely been more than ten thousand.

"Little Scumbag, I'm a little tired. We'll continue tomorrow."

The woman in the black dress felt refreshed. From now on, she would discipline Tang San harshly every day.

She'd make him experience the pain she'd endured for the past ten thousand years.

With that, the woman in the black dress vanished from the space...

"What? We're continuing tomorrow?!"

"You madwoman! You're courting death!!!"

Tang San sprang to his feet. "No, I can't just keep taking this. I have to do something to get away from her..."

Elsewhere.

Feng Yan had arrived high above Star Luo City, the capital of the Star Luo Empire, a thousand meters in the air.

According to the original story, the White Tiger Duke Mansion was fifty li northwest of Star Luo City.

For Feng Yan, that distance was covered in the blink of an eye.

His divine sense spread across the entire city, and he couldn't help sighing.

Ten thousand years had passed since he'd last come here.

In that time, the Star Luo Empire had long since changed hands, passing from the White Tiger Dai Clan to the Star Crown Xu Clan.

There was one other difference, too.

The city now had many dark-skinned devils from the Sun Moon Empire, which displeased him somewhat.

Because of his past-life experiences, he felt an instinctive revulsion toward those dark-skinned devils.

But it was only displeasure. As long as they didn't provoke him, he wouldn't start trouble over such a small thing.

Feng Yan's divine sense finally settled on the Starlight Auction House. If he remembered correctly, Dai Zhongxian had obtained the Gold of Life here.

For someone like him, who often made the Goddess of Life cough up gold coins, the item was somewhat useless.

But he also had a daughter, Wutong. As her father, he had to think about her, too.

All right... he admitted it... he simply didn't want Dai Zhongxian to get this opportunity.

The Starlight Auction House stood in Star Luo City's busiest shopping district, but from the outside, it didn't look very large.

Feng Yan could sense, however, that the auction house contained a world of its own. The building aboveground was only an entrance.

Inside were several layers of Soul Tool defensive arrays, and several Titled Douluo were even stationed there in secret.

Hm... mere ants. No need to pay them any mind.

His divine sense continued deeper, passing over one auction item after another... Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones, rare metals, top-tier Soul Tools...

And... that Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife.

"Dai Zhongxian!"

"Since I gave you a Soul Ring... bah! A wife, I'll take this opportunity for Wutong..."

After saying that, Feng Yan flashed out of sight from a thousand meters in the air.

The next moment, he appeared at the entrance of a teahouse opposite the Starlight Auction House.

Passersby were startled by Feng Yan's sudden appearance, but they silently stepped aside. No one dared speak up.

The Starlight Auction House had a batch of exceptionally precious treasures today.

They said that people from the continent's three top powers—Shrek, the Body Sect, and Mingde Hall—had all come. That wasn't even counting other forces like the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

The man before them was certainly no weakling. He might even be a Titled Douluo.

And Titled Douluo tended to have eccentric temperaments, so it was best not to attract their attention.

Feng Yan entered the teahouse, found a seat by the window, and ordered its most expensive tea.

The tea was clear and cool, with a sweet aftertaste. It wasn't bad.

It just couldn't quite match the taste of the Goddess of Life's Life Essence Liquid.

Hm...

The proper kind of Life Essence Liquid...

Of course, Feng Yan had tasted the improper kind, too...