Yu Xiaogang Throws a Fit! Yu Xiaogang Cools Down...

At the academy entrance, Ma Hongjun wore a lecherous expression, his gaze constantly drifting between Lin Yan and Ning Rongrong with the look of someone who "has plenty of experience and understands exactly what's going on."

Because over these past few days, the fact that Ning Rongrong liked Lin Yan and was pursuing him had become common knowledge to everyone; unlike the relationship with Zhu Zhuqing that required careful concealment, Ning Rongrong had no need to worry about anyone's feelings.

Even though Oscar had previously expressed his affections to her, she was merely a support-type Soul Master, and Ning Rongrong had directly cited the sect rules of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect: the partner of a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda soul master must be a powerful Battle Soul Master!

Oscar had been so thoroughly rebuffed that he simply gave up...

Therefore, Ning Rongrong had essentially laid all her cards on the table these past few days, and relying on the fact that Zhu Zhuqing dared not make their romance public, she remained by Lin Yan's side at every waking moment.

At this moment, Lin Yan glanced at Ning Rongrong, then surreptitiously stole a look at the livid Zhu Zhuqing before speaking slowly.

"Let's talk about the Evil Fire later; at least for now, there aren't any symptoms."

"I have another bad premonition; I just feel like something unlucky is going to happen soon."

"Pfft~" As soon as these words left his mouth, Dai Mubai at the front of the group couldn't help but laugh out loud. "How could you be unluckier than Tang San?"

"Uh..."

Lin Yan looked at Tang San, who was wrapped in bandages and leaning on a crutch, and silently shut his mouth.

Tang San was speechless, his face suddenly darkening until it seemed as if water could drip from it.

"Daring to mock me, Dai Mubai, you have already invited your own death."

"No! Anyone in this team who didn't protect me or heal me has invited their own death!"

Soon, the group arrived at the academy's main gate.

Li Yusong was lying on a rocking chair like an old gatekeeper, greeting the group as they approached.

"You're back!"

"Holy! Who is this? How did he get hurt like this?"

He looked at Tang San and shot up from his chair.

Zhao Wuji waved his hand with extreme impatience.

"Don't even ask. Where is Flender? I need to discuss treating Tang San's injuries with him."

"He's in the Dean's office. As it happens, he told me to tell you that once you returned, you should bring Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Lin Yan to see him first."

"Understood."

"Everyone else, disperse. You three, come with me."

Zhao Wuji swept his gaze across the group, leaving behind that final instruction before turning toward the direction of the Dean's office.

Lin Yan walked at the very back of the three, and as he looked at Tang San's back, a key point suddenly occurred to him!

"No way! Could it be that Yu Xiaogang guy is here?"

"I knew there was a reason my eyelid kept twitching..."

In the original timeline, Yu Xiaogang arrived at exactly this time. If that guy was here and calling for him and Ma Hongjun, it couldn't be anything good.

Lin Yan curled his lip, his expression indescribably ugly, much like the look on his face when he saw the state of Tang San's waist.

Before long, the group arrived at the door of the Dean's office. Zhao Wuji pushed the door open, and the figures of the two people inside fell squarely into Lin Yan's line of sight.

"It really is him! I'm done for..."

The sound of the door being pushed open drew the attention of Flender and Yu Xiaogang, and both of them immediately spotted the gauze-wrapped Tang San.

"Old Zhao? What's the situation?"

Flender hurriedly stood up and rushed over to them, his eyes filled with exaggerated shock.

Zhao Wuji sighed.

"An accident occurred!"

"We encountered the King of the Forest, the Titan Giant Ape, and unfortunately, Tang San ended up severely injured."

"What? Little San!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang rushed to Tang San's side in a panic. Seeing the gauze wrapped around his waist and the crutch in his hand, tears immediately welled up in his eyes, which were already rimmed with dark circles.

It was clear that, aside from treating Tang San as a test subject, Yu Xiaogang held deep feelings for him.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang—the man who had been like a father to him for the past six years—all the pain, grievances, and resentment Tang San had endured over these past few days surged up at once.

He tossed aside the crutch tucked under his arm and threw himself into Yu Xiaogang's embrace.

"Teacher..."

With those two simple words, he could say no more, as tears and sobs had consumed him entirely.

His shrill crying was mixed with a cocktail of emotions; although Lin Yan couldn't discern the specifics, he figured Tang San must be feeling quite miserable...

No one around them spoke. Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Ma Hongjun did not interrupt the master and disciple, letting them vent their emotions.

"Teacher, I'm in so much pain!"

"Little San..."

Truth be told, Yu Xiaogang perhaps truly treated Tang San as if he were his own son.

Looking at the now maimed Tang San, his eyes turned bloodshot and he breathed like an ox, grabbing Flender by the collar.

"Flender, what exactly is going on here?"

"Didn't you tell me that the teacher leading the team this time would definitely protect Little San?"

Flender, consumed by guilt, did not speak and turned his head to the other side.

To this, Yu Xiaogang actually vented his emotions on Zhao Wuji; he pushed Tang San aside, strode over to Zhao Wuji, and began to curse while pointing at his nose.

"You damn Soul Saint, leading a team and you can't even protect a few Soul Grand Masters? What are you good for?"

"Do you know who Little San's father is? Do you know what Little San means to me?"

"Trash! You are all nothing but trash!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Flender's expression changed instantly; he hurriedly tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Faced with the verbal abuse, Zhao Wuji grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the throat.

"Say that again, you bastard?"

"Who is trash!"

"Old Zhao! Don't..."

"Xiaogang is just heartbroken for the child, don't lower yourself to his level."

Flender stepped forward, gripping Zhao Wuji's arm with both hands, trying to dissipate the force.

But he miscalculated; both were Soul Saints, and as an Agile Attack System master, Flender was only two levels higher than the Defense System Zhao Wuji. He could not stop Zhao Wuji from committing violence against Yu Xiaogang at all.

At the doorway, Zhao Wuji glared fiercely at Yu Xiaogang, whose face was turning red from lack of oxygen.

"A mere Soul Grand Master dares to bark at me? Who gave you the courage?"

"Tang San left the team on his own accord and nearly implicated the other members. Ask him yourself if he has the face to blame me!"

"I don't know what Tang San means to you, but even if Tang Hao were here today, I would still have a clear conscience!"

Zhao Wuji's voice was like a booming bell, and the aura of a Soul Saint sent Yu Xiaogang reeling, even affecting the injured Tang San.

Watching Flender constantly trying to stop him, Zhao Wuji let out a cold snort.

"Flender, he is your friend, not mine. If you let him keep biting people like a mad dog, I don't mind letting him see what the Immovable Bright King was like back in the day."

As he finished speaking, he waved his large hand, tossing Yu Xiaogang directly onto the ground...