The Perverted Grandmaster Who Lost Everything

Several burly male instructors retreated from the chaotic women's bathhouse.

They gripped a thick hemp rope tightly, the other end of which was bound securely around the pervert who had been running wild inside just moments ago.

Yu Xiaogang was trussed up like a pig and tossed onto the wide open ground outside the bathhouse.

His current appearance was miserable to the extreme.

The black robe he had worn to project the image of an expert had long since been torn into rags by the furious dormitory matrons, barely managing to cover his vital parts.

He was soaked from head to toe, covered in murky, muddy water and white soap suds.

His face was a patchwork of bruises, with not a single patch of skin left intact.

His left eye was swollen shut, sporting a massive black eye that made it nearly impossible to open.

His mouth hung slightly agape, several teeth loosened by the beating, and as he breathed heavily, white soap bubbles continued to spill uncontrollably from his lips.

"Pfft—"

A murky soap bubble drifted from Yu Xiaogang's mouth, refracting a comical light in the sunlight before popping with a snap on the tip of his nose.

The commotion at the women's bathhouse had been so great that it had long since alerted the entire Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy.

By now, the open ground outside the bathhouse was packed solid with teachers and students who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

Layer upon layer of people surrounded Yu Xiaogang tightly.

When everyone realized that the pervert on the ground, beaten beyond recognition and still spitting soap bubbles, was none other than Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang—the very man the dean had just hailed as an honored guest—a deafening roar of sound erupted from the crowd.

"Bah! Shameless! To actually sneak into the women's bathhouse, what an old beast!" A senior female student stood with her hands on her hips, spitting at Yu Xiaogang with a face full of disgust.

"I was actually envious of the girl he picked out on the boulevard earlier; thinking about it now is terrifying. This old thing isn't looking for a disciple at all, he's clearly just a lecherous pervert!"

"I stayed up all night yesterday copying his published Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, thinking he was a wise man with hidden depths. I must have been blind to treat such scum as an idol!" A male student wearing glasses trembled with rage, tearing his notebook to shreds on the spot and hurling it fiercely at Yu Xiaogang.

All manner of unbearable insults, accusations, and mockery rained down upon Yu Xiaogang like a violent storm.

The instructors who had been respectful to him just a moment ago now wore expressions of utter contempt.

Several hot-tempered male instructors even rolled up their sleeves; had the dean not yet spoken, they would have rushed forward to land a few more kicks.

Listening to the overwhelming torrent of abuse, Yu Xiaogang struggled to wiggle his body and lift his head.

He managed to open his only functional right eye, his gaze sweeping over the circles of contemptuous and disgusted stares surrounding him.

Those gazes pierced through all his pretenses and self-esteem without mercy.

He felt as if his heart were being torn apart by an invisible pair of giant hands, the pain so intense he couldn't breathe.

He was a transmigrator, a chosen one destined to dominate the Douluo Continent with a system; he was supposed to be high above, receiving the worship of all—how had he fallen to the point of being pointed at and cursed by these ants?

The crowd was pushed aside, and the Old Dean emerged, flanked by several high-level instructors, his face ashen.

The Old Dean's uniform trembled slightly from his fury as he strode up to Yu Xiaogang, looking down at the wretch who had brought such disgrace upon him.

"Yu Xiaogang!" The Old Dean pointed a trembling finger at Yu Xiaogang's nose and cursed, his voice loud enough to nearly shatter eardrums, "You shameless piece of trash! In all the years since the founding of Nuoding Academy, we have never had such a scandalous incident! I thought you were a profound scholar dedicated to the study of martial souls, treating you with the utmost courtesy, even going to the gate to welcome you! Is this how you repay my trust?"

The more the Old Dean spoke, the angrier he became, his chest heaving violently: "Why would you do such a beastly thing! What do you take our Nuoding Academy for! At your age, to dare break into the women's bathhouse—has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"

Facing the Old Dean's interrogation, Yu Xiaogang's heart was filled with endless grievance and despair.

He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself loudly.

He wanted to tell the dean that he had no desire to go to any women's bathhouse, that his body had been forcibly controlled by that damned system, that he was a victim!

However, as soon as his swollen lips parted, a long string of "gurgling" soap bubbles emerged, smearing all over his face.

He was unable to defend himself.

He couldn't exactly shout in front of the entire school that he was a transmigrator with a system in his head forcing him to do these things.

If he truly said that, people would only view him as a complete lunatic, and his fate would be even more miserable.

He could only swallow all his bitterness and humiliation, along with the soap suds, down his throat.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang's mental defenses completely collapsed.

The theoretical knowledge he prided himself on, the high-minded persona he had painstakingly cultivated for so many years, the cloak of the "Grandmaster" he used to swindle others—it was all torn to shreds.

He knew he was finished.

Today's events could never be hidden; they would soon spread like a plague throughout all of Nuoding City, and even across the entire Douluo Continent.

From this day forward, there would be no more respected Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang in the world, only a shameless, perverted lecher who peeked into women's bathhouses.

He would be nailed to the pillar of shame forever, becoming a laughingstock for everyone to gossip about.

Never mind taking the child of destiny as a disciple; even walking down the street in the future, he would likely be pointed at and cursed behind his back.

The Old Dean took several deep breaths, barely suppressing the urge to slap this pervert to death.

To appease the public anger and salvage the academy's reputation, the Old Dean turned to the furious teachers and students and announced the verdict on the spot.

"Teachers, students! Our Nuoding Academy will absolutely not tolerate the existence of such morally bankrupt scum!" The Old Dean's voice echoed over the open ground, "In the name of the dean, I announce the immediate revocation of all of Yu Xiaogang's privileges at Nuoding Academy! From this second on, he is no longer a guest of our academy. I am permanently expelling him, and I will notify the City Lord's Mansion to forbid him from stepping foot into Nuoding City ever again!"

As this harsh verdict was delivered, a thunderous cheer erupted from the surroundings.

"The Dean is wise!"

"Drive this old pervert away! Don't let him foul the air of our academy!"

The teachers and students clapped in approval, feeling a sense of great satisfaction.

Old Dean cast a look of disgust at Yu Xiaogang on the ground, as if staring at a pile of rotting trash, and coldly ordered the two guards nearby: "Throw him out for me!"

"Yes, Dean!"

The two burly guards immediately stepped forward.

Not wanting to touch Yu Xiaogang even for a second, they grabbed the hemp rope tied around his body from both sides and yanked him up roughly.

Every bone in Yu Xiaogang's body felt as if it had fallen apart; he was limp as mud, unable to muster even a shred of strength.

Like dragging a dead dog, the two guards pulled the rope, hauling him across the rough ground.

Yu Xiaogang's body scraped against the bluestone slabs, producing a teeth-grinding sound as he was dragged all the way toward the academy gate.

In the process of being heartlessly dragged away, Yu Xiaogang's head lolled weakly to one side.

Just then, his peripheral vision cut through the gaps in the crowd and caught sight of Su Yu standing on the periphery.

Su Yu was dressed in clean, neat clothes, standing there with a tall and upright posture.

He did not join the others in shouting insults, nor did he display any sign of excitement.

He simply watched quietly as Yu Xiaogang was dragged along the ground like a dead dog.

Su Yu's gaze was calm and indifferent, the kind of look one gives to trash, to a worthless, inanimate object.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly upward, hanging with a sneer of undisguised mockery.

The moment Yu Xiaogang's eyes met Su Yu's, he felt his heart contract violently, and an inexplicable, bone-chilling coldness rose within him.

He suddenly had an absurd intuition that everything that happened today—the system's sudden release of that perverted task, his own downfall and disgrace—seemed inseparable from this little boy who appeared to be only six years old.

But before he could think it through, the two guards had already dragged him far away.