Carnival in the Bathhouse

A loud bang echoed through the mist-filled bathhouse.

A huge wooden basin filled with boiling hot water cut a perfect parabola through the air and clamped precisely onto the head of Yu Xiaogang.

That wooden basin was originally used for soaking dirty clothes; not only was the water temperature extremely high, but a layer of turbid foam floated on top.

The scalding hot water instantly streamed down his scalp, pouring directly into his collar.

Yu Xiaogang let out a miserable, pig-slaughtering shriek from the scalding heat, his hands scratching frantically at his head in an attempt to pull off the wooden basin that was wedged tightly onto it.

His fingers were pricked by the wooden splinters on the rim of the basin, and fresh blood mixed with hot water streamed all over his face.

Immediately afterward, countless hard pieces of soap and rough bath towels soaked through with moisture rained down upon his body like a hailstorm, overwhelming him from all directions.

Those bars of soap struck his forehead and shoulders with dull thumping sounds.

"Beat this shameless old pervert to death!"

"You even dare to barge into the women's bathhouse-looks like you're tired of living!"

The angry dormitory matadors displayed astonishing combat prowess.

The sturdiest matron among them had arms a full circle thicker than an ordinary man's thighs.

Dragging a dirty mop stained with black grime and white soapy foam, she strode over aggressively right up to Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang had just managed with great difficulty to pull the wooden basin off his head, his scalp already scalded bright red with several blisters forming.

Just as he opened his mouth to try and explain that he had been forced into this, that filthy mop was shoved straight into his mouth.

"Mmph mmph mmph!"

Yu Xiaogang's shrieks were instantly choked back, his mouth filled with nauseating muddy water and soapy foam.

The sour, stinky stench surged straight to his head, stinging him so badly that tears spilled from his eyes.

He stumbled backward under the thrust of the mop, finally slipping on the wet floor and crashing heavily onto the puddles.

The back of his head struck the hard ceramic tiles with a dull thud, spinning him with dizziness and making stars dance before his eyes.

Several short-tempered female instructors held nothing back whatsoever, directly unleashing their martial souls right there in the bathhouse.

"First soul skill, Rampaging Vines!"

A plant-attribute female instructor's vines transformed into thorn-covered whips, the light of her soul ring flickering amidst the mist.

Waving her long whip, she unleashed a fierce lashing session across Yu Xiaogang's back.

Crisp whipping sounds echoed through the bathhouse as the clothes on Yu Xiaogang's back were instantly shredded, leaving behind stripe after stripe of bleeding wounds.

"Daring to peek at this lady taking a bath, I'll cripple you today for sure!" Another female instructor possessed by a beast martial soul had her hands transform into sharp cat claws.

With a leap, she straddled Yu Xiaogang's back, launching a ruthless and unsparing barrage of punches and kicks at his cheeks and shoulders.

Yu Xiaogang was pinned down ruthlessly against the slippery ceramic tiled floor by several women, grinding him back and forth frantically.

The black robe on his body had long since been torn into strips of cloth, hanging pitifully from his frame without hiding a thing.

His cheeks scraped back and forth across the rough anti-slip floor tiles, rubbing away a large patch of skin.

He waved his hands frantically, wanting to explain that this was all a misunderstanding.

"I... I am..."

Every time he barely opened his mouth, a more violent mop assault greeted him.

The burly dormitory matron gave him no chance to speak at all, thrusting the mop back and forth across his face like she was pounding garlic, battering his face until it was covered in blood and several of his teeth loosened.

Muddy water poured in through his nostrils, setting off a fit of violent coughing.

The commotion outside grew louder and louder.

News of the women's bathhouse raid spread like wildfire across the entire Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy.

Countless male students rushed over in groups without even getting their clothes properly dressed, crowding outside the bathhouse to watch the spectacle.

Layer upon layer of them packed the open ground outside the bathhouse so tightly not even water could leak through.

They stood on tiptoes, stretching their necks to peer inside, pointing and discussing amongst themselves in a continuous hum of conversation.

"Who on earth is that inside? Such guts, are they tired of living?"

"This bro is a true warrior; to think he'd dare boldly barge into the shared bathhouse for female instructors and students in broad daylight."

"Judging by the screams inside, he's probably already beaten half to death. Those female instructors usually look so gentle, but once they throw hands they're absolute tigresses."

"Serves him right, a pervert like that ought to be beaten straight to death."

Su Yu leaned against a low wall along the perimeter of the bathhouse, leisurely spitting out melon seed shells.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he watched Yu Xiaogang inside the bathhouse-beaten black and blue beyond recognition of even his own mother-without feeling a shred of sympathy.

A parasite like this who climbed up by leeching off others' destiny would stop at nothing for his own benefit, even attempting to drain Tang Wu dry as a blood bag.

Meeting such an end now was entirely bringing it upon himself.

The Conceptual Eraser had tampered with the underlying logic of the system, turning this lofty transmigrator completely into a laughingstock played with by the rules.

Su Yu thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of holding everything under his control.

"Step aside! All of you, make way!"

An anxious shout came from the back of the crowd.

The old dean brought several high-level instructors, panting as they shoved aside the watching students, arriving at the scene dripping with sweat.

The old dean's uniform was somewhat disheveled from running, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead while sternly scolding the surrounding students who were watching the fun.

When the old dean squeezed to the very front and clearly saw the scene inside the bathhouse, he froze entirely in place.

He saw that pervert-pinned under the feet of a group of women, covered in blood, with a dirty mop still stuffed in his mouth-was actually the "Grandmaster" Yu Xiaogang whom he had just regarded like a deity and personally gone out to the main gate to welcome.

The old dean simply could not believe his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes hard and looked fixedly once more.

That iconic buzzcut, that black robe-though torn into strips, its fabric was still recognizable-all of it proved the identity of that pervert.

The old dean's blood pressure skyrocketed instantly, causing his vision to darken, his legs to grow weak, and nearly making him faint on the spot.

The two instructors beside him quickly reached out to steady him.

"This... this is utterly preposterous!" The old dean trembled all over with rage, pointing a shaking finger at Yu Xiaogang inside.

Turning his head in irrepressible fury, he roared at the male instructors behind him: "What are you standing around for! Hurry up and charge in to drag that disgraceful scoundrel out for me!"

The male instructors looked at one another in dismay, eyeing the female instructors and matrons inside who were still in a state of raging fury, their hearts pounding nervously.

Yet the dean's orders could not be defied, leaving them with no choice but to brace their scalps and charge into the chaotic women's bathhouse.

Withstanding the furious glares of the female instructors and expending nine bulls and two tigers of effort-even suffering a few stray vine-lashes and cat-claw scratches-they finally managed to drag the dying Yu Xiaogang out from beneath the matrons' feet by brute force.