Tang San, Give Gang Zi Mouth-to-Mouth Resuscitation

"Little Tang San, regardless of whether your actions truly show concern for your teacher, Yu Xiaogang has been submerged in the water for so long and still hasn't woken up."

Ning Rongrong suddenly had a flash of inspiration, thinking of a fun idea. Her small mouth curled up, and her slender, jade-like finger pointed straight at the dying Yu Xiaogang, her tone filled with mockery.

Only then did Little Tang San realize, with a delayed reaction, that his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, seemed to have not responded to him for quite some time.

He looked closely and saw that Yu Xiaogang's face was sallow, his lips were dark purple, and his breathing was chaotic and so faint it was barely perceptible—he looked to be hanging by a thread.

Panic instantly flooded Little Tang San's face. He hurriedly shook Yu Xiaogang's body with both hands, then placed his palms over his abdomen, carefully and gently pressing down.

Pfft—

After a muffled sound, under Little Tang San's emergency aid, Yu Xiaogang, who was lying on the ground, suddenly spat out a large mouthful of sewage.

Ning Rongrong, who was closest, immediately recoiled as if avoiding a venomous snake, stepping back several times. Her brows knitted together, her eyes filled with disgust as she stared fixedly at Yu Xiaogang, subconsciously holding her breath.

Little Tang San caught the stench that rushed straight to his brain, and his stomach churned violently. He instinctively covered his nose and mouth, nearly vomiting on the spot.

This smell was truly unbearable, the ultimate stench of the world.

Only one thought remained in his mind: escape this place, as quickly as possible.

"Yo, Little Tang San, you aren't thinking of giving up on your teacher, are you?"

A glimmer of cunning flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes. With the air of a little demoness, her tone carried a hint of provocation and playfulness.

"Just pressing his stomach and heart for CPR seems to have little effect. In my opinion, at a time like this, mouth-to-mouth resuscitation is the only thing that works—the kind where you press your lips to his."

As soon as Ning Rongrong said this, everyone present gasped, their expressions shifting.

Let Little Tang San perform mouth-to-mouth on the foul-mouthed, reeking Yu Xiaogang? This was a cruel task that no ordinary person could bring themselves to do!

The crowd cast their gazes toward Ning Rongrong, branding her cunning, smiling face into their minds, secretly making up their minds.

In the future, one must never provoke this little demoness, or they might not even know how they died.

Xiao Yexuan, who was watching from the sidelines, was also terrified and secretly clicked his tongue.

Once this little demoness Ning Rongrong deliberately targeted someone, it was truly terrifying, and she showed no mercy at all.

In the distance, Dai Mubai was trembling with fear, his body stiff.

He suddenly remembered that he had just been shouting at Ning Rongrong, and recalled his arrogant words from the beginning of the school year.

He had boasted that he would rape and kill Ning Rongrong, then rape and kill her again.

These bastard words—surely Ning Rongrong hadn't kept them in her heart all this time, right?

Now that they were in Heaven Dou City, with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect nearby, if Ning Rongrong really wanted revenge, given her status, she could just find a few people to tie him up and give him a good beating, and he wouldn't even have the room to resist.

At this thought, Dai Mubai's legs went weak, cold sweat poured down, and a surge of intense panic rose in his heart. He wished he could turn and run immediately, fleeing back to the Star Luo Empire.

Only there could he perhaps escape Ning Rongrong's revenge and save his life.

Meanwhile, Little Tang San, who was guarding Yu Xiaogang, already had black lines covering his face, his expression extremely ugly.

He stared fixedly at Yu Xiaogang's mouth, which was covered in filth.

Just looking at it was enough to make his stomach churn, let alone touching it with his own mouth.

"Gangzi! Gangzi! You... you cannot die!"

At this critical juncture, Flender could no longer sit still. He stood up abruptly, his expression filled with anxiety.

Watching Yu Xiaogang's breath grow weaker and weaker, as if he might stop breathing at any second, he felt like an ant on a hot pan.

If he delayed any longer and Yu Xiaogang couldn't inhale fresh air in time, he would truly perish here.

But if Yu Xiaogang died in front of him, how would he answer to Liu Erlong in the future?

However, even though Flender was Yu Xiaogang's closest friend, mouth-to-mouth was the only way to save him, but he simply couldn't bring himself to do such a thing.

Flender's eyes darted around, and his gaze landed on the hesitant Little Tang San, as if he had grabbed a final straw.

He walked up quickly, his tone urgent and laced with a hint of manipulation, speaking rapidly to Little Tang San:

"Little San, what are you still hesitating for? Your teacher, your teacher is really about to die! Quick, hurry and save him!"

"Think back, for the sake of improving your physical fitness, Gangzi begged me for a long time before I opened the academy's treasury to purchase so many rare medicinal herbs to assist your cultivation."

"If not for Gangzi, how could your cultivation speed have increased so quickly, and how could you have the strength you possess today?"

"Little San, Gangzi treats you like a son in his daily life; even in his dreams, he calls your name. You cannot let him down, you cannot stand by and watch him die..."

Listening to Flender's high-sounding words, Little Tang San cursed inwardly, feeling a surge of rage.

This Flender had the leisure to give a long-winded speech and use moral kidnapping, yet lacked the guts to step forward and perform mouth-to-mouth on Yu Xiaogang—he was clearly forcing him!

This Flender was truly pushing his luck; he had a path to death!

Little Tang San suppressed the anger and disgust in his heart, casting his gaze around to take in the expressions of everyone present.

Some were watching the spectacle, others were full of suspicion, and some had judgmental looks in their eyes, as if questioning his character.

The world knew that Little Tang San had always respected his teacher and followed the path of righteousness, treating Yu Xiaogang with the utmost devotion and sincerity.

In the past, if anyone dared to utter a single word of disrespect toward Yu Xiaogang, he would immediately step forward, glare with fury, and issue a stern warning.

Yet now, with Yu Xiaogang hanging between life and death, he was right there beside him, fully capable of providing aid, but hesitated and refused to act simply because he found the filth repulsive.

If this were to get out, wouldn't it prove that Little Tang San held no respect for his own teacher, or worse, that he was cold-blooded and heartless, refusing to save a life?

Little Tang San had always placed great importance on his reputation, especially in front of others; he absolutely could not ruin his persona of being "respectful to teachers and principled."

Furthermore, in this world, a person could only acknowledge one teacher, and a teacher was like a father; if he did not save Yu Xiaogang, it would be equivalent to refusing to save his own father.

Little Tang San held a deep obsession with familial and mentor-disciple bonds, and he could never allow himself to be branded with the infamy of being "ungrateful and heartless."

He certainly could not let the world point fingers at his spine and condemn him.

At this thought, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Little Tang San's eyes, and he glared viciously at Xiao Yexuan, who was watching the spectacle from afar, as if venting the fury in his heart.

Then, he squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the churning in his stomach and the resistance in his heart.

Pinching his nose tightly with one hand and pursing his lips firmly, he steeled himself and slowly leaned toward Yu Xiaogang's foul-smelling, reeking mouth...