Grandmaster Coughs Blood, Tang San Goes Mad

"Why, are you surprised to see me?" Cao Yan smiled faintly and walked toward Tang San.

"What are you doing here? You're not welcome here. Leave, or don't blame me for being rude." Tang San's gaze turned icy as Cao Yan approached, and he spoke viciously.

"Oh? Tang San, hadn't our conflict already been resolved? I even wanted to be friends with you. Do you really hate me that much?" Cao Yan glanced at the hundred-year Soul Ring on the Mandala Snake and said with a smile.

"Hmph, I advise you to leave immediately and stop interfering with my business. I'll be your friend, but not now." Tang San snorted. His top priority now was to absorb the Mandala Snake's Soul Ring.

He believed that once he possessed the power of a Soul Ring, even Cao Yan would be no match for him.

"You want to absorb the Mandala Snake's Soul Ring? Did I hear that right? Don't you know that it's a great taboo for a plant-type Soul Master to absorb the Soul Ring of a beast-type Soul Beast? I really don't understand which idiot gave you that kind of courage." Cao Yan shrugged and spoke with contempt.

"That was my advice. Cao Yan, if there's nothing else, please leave. My disciple and I do not welcome you." Grandmaster stepped forward as well, his face dark.

"So Grandmaster is here too. Are you really that confident in your own theories? I'm curious—how did someone who is only a Soul Grandmaster come to know all this?" Cao Yan raised a brow and spoke disdainfully.

"Hmph, my theories cannot be wrong. One day, I will become an authority in the Soul Master world." Grandmaster looked at Cao Yan as he spoke.

In truth, he would have preferred Cao Yan to become his disciple. Although Tang San was highly gifted, he was still far inferior to Cao Yan.

However, he knew there was basically no hope left for that.

"Tang San, it's not that I want to say this, but someone like Grandmaster will probably never break through the Soul Grandmaster level in his lifetime. Do you really dare believe the theories researched by trash like him?" Cao Yan mocked. Even with Grandmaster right beside him, he was not afraid.

He was just trash. Did Cao Yan need to fear him?

If he, Cao Yan, did not even have this much boldness, what right did he have to call himself a transmigrator?

"You!"

A flash of red passed through Grandmaster's eyes. He instinctively clenched his fists, his chest heaving violently as his face darkened.

He did not understand why Cao Yan kept targeting him. What he was most sensitive about was humiliation from others.

Otherwise, he could have endured the insults and rumors, disregarded everything, and lived a blissful life with his cousin Liu Erlong.

But he could not!

He could not bear the way the world viewed him. He could not tolerate the world's abuse. He could not accept any of it!

In the eyes of the world, Yu Xiaogang was a beast, a beast worse than pigs and dogs. That was how others would see him: unable to win over the Pope, he had gone to seduce his own cousin. That was who he was in the eyes of the world. How could he accept that?

Bibi Dong was certainly beautiful, but Liu Erlong was no less so. He had long known that she was his cousin. As Grandmaster, how could he fail to see it?

But what did that matter?

As long as he obtained Liu Erlong's body, he could cast aside all the troubles of the past and begin anew.

But why? Why did this world have to treat him like this? Why?

What had Yu Xiaogang done wrong?

"Ah!"

The memories of those past events surged into his mind, and Grandmaster finally could not endure any longer. He roared loudly, his eyes bloodshot as his nails dug into his palms, completely oblivious to the pain.

"Pfft."

Immediately after, Grandmaster's rage attacked his heart. His Soul Power stirred the Mandala Snake's venom in his arm, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood before collapsing to the ground.

"Teacher, what's wrong? Don't scare me, Teacher." Tang San panicked and hurriedly rushed to Grandmaster's side.

"This is bad—it's poison. Teacher has been poisoned." Tang San blurted out when he saw Grandmaster's face.

"Heh, he really is trash." Cao Yan looked expressionlessly at the fallen Grandmaster and sneered disdainfully.

"Shut up! It's all because of you! If it weren't for you, how could Teacher have ended up like this?" Tang San rose to his feet. Soul Power gathered in his hand, turning his palm jade-white. He clenched his fingers into a fist and swung it at Cao Yan.

"Heh, you think you're worthy of fighting me?" Cao Yan stood where he was without changing expression as Tang San attacked. He neither dodged nor moved, his eyes filled with contempt.

Tang San did not even have his first Soul Ring, yet he dared fight him?

What a joke!

To deal with Tang San, he did not even need to circulate his Soul Power. Even relying solely on physical strength, he still had to deliberately control his force. Otherwise, the current Tang San would have no way to withstand it.

"Get lost. You're just as useless as your teacher." Cao Yan shouted and slapped Tang San across the face, sending him flying instantly.

"Ah!" Tang San let out a miserable scream. His body spun violently through the air before he crashed headfirst into the ground. He felt as though his skull was about to split apart.

Pain. That was Tang San's only sensation at that moment. He could not understand how his all-out attack had possibly missed.

"Heh, I told you already. You and your teacher are both trash." Cao Yan smiled coldly and walked toward the Soul Ring on the Mandala Snake.

His goal was to completely destroy that Soul Ring and turn Tang San into trash!

"Cao Yan, wh-what are you doing? What are you trying to do to my Soul Ring?" As he watched Cao Yan walk toward the Mandala Snake, unease immediately rose in Tang San's heart.

Could it be that Cao Yan wanted to seize the Soul Ring for himself?

"Heh, what am I doing? What do you think I'm doing? Watch carefully, Tang San. Your Soul Ring is gone." Cao Yan sneered, stepping on Tang San's face as he spoke with utter disdain.

It was merely a hundred-year Soul Ring. Destroying it would be far too easy for him.

"Wenze, crush it." Cao Yan pointed at the Soul Ring on the Mandala Snake.

"No! You can't do this, you can't! I worked so hard to hunt this Soul Beast. You can't destroy it!" When Tang San saw Cao Yan summon Yu Jin, panic overtook him, and terror filled his eyes.

Without this Soul Ring, his Mysterious Heaven Skill would no longer be able to progress. Moreover, his ambition to restore the Tang Sect would once again come to nothing.

Thinking of everything this involved, Tang San was truly panicking now.

But how could Yu Jin stop because of a single word from Tang San? How could he possibly disobey Cao Yan's command?

"As you command, Young Master." Yu Jin respectfully cupped his fists toward Cao Yan. With a wave of his hand, the Soul Ring floated directly into his palm.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the Soul Ring turned into nothingness in Yu Jin's hand. Yellow light lingered in the air for a long time—that was the energy within the Soul Ring, but now it had completely vanished.

"No!"

Watching the Soul Ring shatter before his eyes, Tang San was nearly driven to despair. He threw back his head and howled, his voice filled with grief.

At that moment, it felt as though it was not the Soul Ring that had shattered, but his heart.

After destroying the Soul Ring, Cao Yan did not linger. He kicked Tang San away and left directly.

He did not want to keep Xiao Wu waiting too long. After all, he was not the kind of bad boy who stayed out all night.

What kind of man would make his wife wait too long?