Beat Gangzi, Snatch Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges

Ye Feng was terrified that this guy would react and summon his Martial Soul.

He didn't give him any chance at all!

His left hand shot out like lightning, a coarse burlap sack descending over the man's head, instantly wrapping Yu Xiaogang's head tight.

The moment his vision was stripped away, a massive wave of terror seized Yu Xiaogang's heart.

He wanted to scream, wanted to struggle, wanted to release his Martial Soul.

But what greeted him was a storm of violent attacks!

Ye Feng held nothing back, his fists whistling as they hammered down onto the head covered by the sack!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every punch landed with a meaty thud!

He channeled his Soul Power into every strike, each one as heavy as an iron hammer!

"Ah!!"

"Who! Who is it!"

Yu Xiaogang's terrified, muffled screams emanated from within the sack.

This sudden act of violence, occurring in broad daylight, left all the nearby passersby stunned.

Pedestrians stopped in their tracks one after another, gathering around and pointing fingers.

"My heavens! What is this? Committing assault in the middle of the street!"

A passing middle-aged woman covered her mouth, her face full of disbelief.

"Tsk tsk, look at that black-robed man's technique—clean and efficient, he's definitely a repeat offender! With punches like those, he might just beat the man to death!"

A young man who loved to watch the chaos clucked his tongue in commentary.

"Serves him right! Look at how that guy is dressed; he's definitely no good. Maybe he's a deadbeat who refuses to pay his debts!"

A plainly dressed man gloated.

"Hurry and call the patrol! If this continues, someone's going to die!"

There were also timid, kind-hearted people shouting anxiously, but no one dared to step forward.

"Look at that, the black-robed man is truly ruthless, aiming specifically for the head. Just how deep must this grudge be?"

A wave of discussion rippled through the crowd, yet they all tacitly maintained a safe distance.

Ye Feng turned a deaf ear to the surrounding noise.

In his world, there was only the constantly twisting sack beneath his fists.

Hit!

Die for me!

He poured all the pent-up resentment of the past three years, and all the contempt he felt for this hypocrite across both his past and present lives, into his fists.

After landing seven or eight more heavy blows, he felt the person beneath his hands go completely limp, no longer struggling.

Only then did Ye Feng stop, letting out a heavy breath.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud, completely unconscious, a wave of satisfaction washed over Ye Feng.

Time to run.

His first instinct was to slip away immediately.

However, the moment he prepared to turn, something caught his attention.

Around Yu Xiaogang's waist was tied an ancient-looking belt.

A storage Soul Tool!

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat.

That was a good item! He didn't even have one himself yet!

This loser might be useless at theory, but his net worth was decent.

Greed overcame reason in an instant.

Fortune favors the bold!

Ye Feng didn't hesitate for a second; he lunged forward, bent down, and grabbed the belt.

With a forceful yank!

"Rip!"

The belt was torn straight off Yu Xiaogang's body!

The onlookers around them let out another cry of shock.

"He's robbing him! Not only is he beating him, he's stealing his things too!"

"That belt... it doesn't look ordinary! Could it be..."

"A Soul Tool! It's a storage-type Soul Tool! I once saw one just like it at an auction in Suotuo City!"

A well-informed merchant exclaimed, triggering an uproar among the crowd.

"My god! Committing a crime in broad daylight for a Soul Tool? Is this guy insane? Does he have any idea who he just hit?"

"Who is it?"

"The master of theory from Nuoding Academy, Yu Xiaogang! His soul power might be mediocre, but I hear his background is rock solid!"

The crowd completely exploded.

Beating a soul master and robbing him of his Soul Tool in public was a serious crime anywhere!

Ye Feng had no time to pay attention to any of this.

Once he succeeded, he didn't even glance at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang on the ground. He stuffed the Soul Tool belt into his chest, turned around without looking back, and bolted toward the most congested area outside Nuoding City!

Before long, the city patrol and the law enforcement officers from Martial Soul Hall arrived.

The scene was already packed tight.

The patrol captain pushed through the crowd and felt his scalp go numb when he saw the bruised and battered Yu Xiaogang lying senseless on the ground.

"Where are they? Which way did they run?"

He asked the surrounding crowd, just going through the motions.

"Long gone! They were quick as a flash after the beating and the robbery!"

"Ran toward the west side of the city, but I doubt you'll be able to catch them."

The Martial Soul Hall enforcer frowned. Others might not know, but they in Martial Soul Hall were well aware that this guy was a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan!

Even if he was a cast-off piece of trash, he still carried the Yu surname.

This matter was going to be troublesome.

However, no one wanted to meddle in this mess.

The patrol captain waved his hand:

"Alright, alright, just get the Master back to Nuoding Academy! Find a healing-type soul master to treat him."

There wasn't the slightest intention to order a pursuit of the suspect.

The Martial Soul Hall enforcer also looked miserable; since this piece of trash had been beaten into such a state, he probably wouldn't have the face to broadcast it himself. Better to let sleeping dogs lie.

Watching Yu Xiaogang being carried away, the crowd began to gossip again.

"See that? The patrol doesn't even want to chase him; they're just putting on a show."

"Exactly. This Yu Xiaogang walks around Nuoding City with such a foul attitude every day, he's offended plenty of people. Who knows who did it?"

"My guess? It must be some student who got ruined by his theories, coming back for revenge!"

"Makes sense! My nephew listened to that trash Master's nonsense last time and absorbed a garbage soul ring for his first one. He's been regretting it so much his guts are turning green!"

"Well, now his Soul Tool is gone too. Talk about trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice—serves him right!"

Amidst the chatter, the crowd gradually dispersed.

After leaving Nuoding City, Ye Feng sprinted for over ten miles. Only after confirming he wasn't being followed did he dive into the dense forest.

He took several winding turns before finding a hidden cave. He stripped off his black robe and mask, tossing them casually into a nearby pool of water.

Leaning against a cold rock, he panted heavily before finally pulling the belt from his chest.

Inlaid with moonstones and woven with silver thread, it was both antique and exquisite.

Tsk tsk, isn't this the "Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges" that this piece of trash gives to Tang San in the original story?

Ye Feng slowly channeled his soul power into the Soul Tool and probed it with his spiritual power.

Twenty-four small spaces were arranged neatly inside.

He inspected them one by one and took everything out.

A Soul Hunting Token engraved with three stars.

A Third-Class Soul Hunting Token; useless to him.

Ye Feng didn't even give it a second look. With a casual flick, he tossed the token into the nearby river, not even causing a splash.

Afterward, his gaze fell upon a few books.

One of them had "Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls" clearly written on the cover.

Ye Feng curled his lip; even a dog wouldn't read this trash.

He raised his hand again, and this book followed the token, getting tossed directly into the river.

Any soul master with a functioning brain wouldn't be interested in such impractical, empty talk.

Finally, his gaze was drawn to the remaining books.

"Soul Beast Illustrated Handbook," "Detailed Explanation of Soul Beast Habits," and "Plant-Type Soul Beast Identification Manual."

These were exactly what he needed most right now!

Ye Feng carefully set these books aside. He didn't rush to read them, continuing to rummage through the rest instead.

Aside from the books, the only thing left was a pile of Gold Soul Coins.

He counted them; there were about three hundred or so.