"Little Tang San, never mind whether your actions really show that you care about your teacher. Yu Xiaogang was drowning in the water for so long just now, and he still hasn't woken up."
A sudden thought struck Ning Rongrong, and she came up with a fun idea. She pursed her little lips and pointed a slender finger straight at Yu Xiaogang, who was on the verge of death, her tone full of teasing.
Only then did Little Tang San belatedly realize that his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, seemed not to have responded to him for quite some time.
He looked closely. Yu Xiaogang's face had turned blue, his lips were purplish-black, and his breathing was utterly erratic, so faint it was almost imperceptible. He looked like he was hanging by a thread.
Little Tang San's face instantly filled with panic. He hurriedly shook Yu Xiaogang's body with both hands, then placed his palms over his abdomen and carefully pressed down, gently.
Pfft—
After a muffled sound, Yu Xiaogang, lying on the ground, suddenly spat out a large mouthful of filthy water thanks to Tang San's first aid.
Ning Rongrong, who was closest, immediately recoiled as if she'd seen a snake, retreating several steps. Her brows knitted together, her eyes filled with disgust as she stared fixedly at Yu Xiaogang, instinctively holding her breath.
Little Tang San caught a whiff of the nauseating stench that shot straight to his head. His stomach roiled like a river and boiling sea; he instinctively covered his nose and mouth, nearly throwing up on the spot.
The smell was truly unbearable, the most vile stench under heaven.
Only one thought remained in his mind: get out of here, as fast as possible.
"Well, Little Tang San, you're not thinking of abandoning your teacher, are you?"
A sly glint flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes. She looked every bit the Little Demoness, her tone carrying a hint of provocation and amusement.
"Just pressing his stomach like that and doing CPR on his heart doesn't seem to be helping much. If you ask me, artificial respiration is what works in this situation—mouth to mouth."
At Ning Rongrong's words, everyone present drew in a sharp breath, their expressions varying.
Make Little Tang San perform artificial respiration on Yu Xiaogang, whose mouth was filthy and whose stench could knock you flat? That was the kind of vicious thing only a truly ruthless person could do!
Everyone turned their gazes toward Ning Rongrong, etching her slyly smiling face into their minds as they secretly made up their minds.
They must never, ever provoke this Little Demoness in the future. Otherwise, they might die without even knowing how.
Xiao Yexuan, watching from the sidelines, was just as shaken and clicked his tongue in secret.
When Ning Rongrong the Little Demoness deliberately targeted someone, she was truly terrifying, showing not the slightest mercy.
Far away, Dai Mubai was trembling with fear, his whole body rigid.
He suddenly remembered how he'd just shouted at Ning Rongrong. He also remembered the reckless words he'd blurted out at the start of the school year.
He'd threatened to rape Ning Rongrong, then kill her, then rape and kill her again.
Had Ning Rongrong kept those vile words in mind all this time?
Now that they were in Heaven Dou City, with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect not far away, Ning Rongrong could easily take revenge if she wanted to, given her status.
She could just find a few people to tie him up and give him a thorough beating. He wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.
At the thought, Dai Mubai's legs went weak and cold sweat poured down his face. A fierce panic surged in his heart, and he wanted nothing more than to turn and run straight back to the Star Luo Empire.
Only there might he be able to escape Ning Rongrong's revenge and save his own skin.
Meanwhile, Little Tang San, standing guard beside Yu Xiaogang, already had his face covered in dark lines, his expression utterly grim.
He stared fixedly at Yu Xiaogang's filthy mouth.
Just looking at it was enough to churn his stomach. The thought of touching it with his own mouth was even worse.
"Gangzi! Gangzi! You... you can't die!"
At this critical moment, Flender could no longer sit still. He sprang to his feet, his face full of worry.
Watching Yu Xiaogang's breathing grow weaker and weaker, as if he might stop breathing at any moment, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
If they delayed any longer and Yu Xiaogang couldn't breathe in fresh air in time, he might truly die here.
But if Yu Xiaogang died in front of him, how could he ever explain it to Liu Erlong?
Still, even though Flender was Yu Xiaogang's closest friend,
the only way to save Yu Xiaogang now was artificial respiration, and Flender simply couldn't bring himself to do such a thing.
Flender's eyes darted about before landing on Little Tang San, who stood hesitating nearby. It was as if he'd found his last lifeline.
He hurried over, his voice urgent and coaxing as he spoke rapidly to Little Tang San:
"Little San, what are you still hesitating for? Your teacher—your teacher really isn't going to make it! Hurry, save him!"
"Back then, Gangzi begged me for ages to improve your physical fitness. Only then did I open the academy's treasury and buy so many rare medicinal herbs to help you cultivate.
"Without Gangzi, how could your cultivation have improved so quickly? How could you have reached your current strength?"
"Little San, Gangzi has always treated you like his own son. He even calls your name in his sleep. You can't let him down. You can't just stand by and watch him die..."
Listening to Flender's high-minded speech, Little Tang San cursed him inwardly, his anger rising.
Flender had plenty of time to stand there delivering a long lecture and morally blackmailing him, but he didn't have the guts to go perform artificial respiration on Yu Xiaogang himself. He was obviously trying to force Little Tang San to do it!
Flender was pushing his luck. He was practically begging for death!
Little Tang San forcibly suppressed his anger and disgust, looking around at everyone and taking in their expressions.
Some were enjoying the spectacle. Some looked skeptical. Others eyed him with scrutiny, as if questioning his character.
Everyone knew that Little Tang San had always respected his teachers and treated Yu Xiaogang with the utmost devotion.
If anyone dared utter even a single disrespectful word about Yu Xiaogang, he would immediately step forward, glare at them, and issue a stern warning.
But now, Yu Xiaogang was on the verge of death, and Little Tang San was right beside him, able to save him—yet he hesitated and refused to act because he found the filth repulsive.
If word got out, wouldn't that prove that Little Tang San didn't respect his teacher at all, and was even cold-hearted enough to watch him die without helping?
Little Tang San had always cared deeply about his reputation, especially in front of others. He absolutely could not ruin the image he'd built of himself as someone who "respected his teacher and valued the path."
What's more, in this world, a person could only have one teacher. A teacher was like a father. If he didn't save Yu Xiaogang, it would be no different from watching his own father die without helping.
Little Tang San was deeply attached to family and the bond between master and disciple. He could never let himself be branded "ungrateful, someone who stood by and watched his teacher die."
He could never let the world point fingers at him and condemn him.
At that thought, a ruthless glint flashed in Little Tang San's eyes. He glared viciously at Xiao Yexuan, who was watching from afar, as if venting his anger.
Then he abruptly shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the churning in his stomach and the resistance in his heart.
He pinched his nose shut with one hand and puckered his lips hard. Bracing himself, he slowly leaned toward Yu Xiaogang's foul-smelling mouth...
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