Kick His Balls to Pieces

Upon arriving at the Nuoding City Soul Master Academy, Ying Chengfeng was intercepted.

"Halt, kid. This is a Soul Master Academy, not just any place you can wander into."

The guard spotted Ying Chengfeng and Qian Renxue and reached out to block their path at the gate.

Ying Chengfeng had managed to calm his inner rage somewhat during the journey.

He realized that since this Soul Master Academy was home to at least a Soul Ancestor, forcing his way in would indeed be troublesome.

Besides, he had no desire to beat people up in broad daylight.

After a moment of thought, Ying Chengfeng retrieved two Gold Soul Coin from his storage Soul Tool.

Ying Chengfeng held the Gold Soul Coin out to the guard and said, "Do something for me, and these Gold Soul Coin are yours."

The guard's eyes lit up the moment he saw the two Gold Soul Coin.

He couldn't even earn this much in a month as a guard.

Taking a closer look at Ying Chengfeng, the guard could only see the chin beneath the latter's hood.

"What is it?" the guard asked, pocketing the Gold Soul Coin.

Ying Chengfeng immediately said, "First, tell me, have you heard the name Tang San?"

The guard shook his head.

Ying Chengfeng continued, "Then help me pass a message. Make sure Grandmaster hears it."

"Tell him a child has awakened Blue Silver Grass, but possesses Innate Full Soul Power."

"That child is staying in the seventh house in the back alley."

Upon hearing this, the guard wore a strange expression.

He certainly knew Grandmaster.

"You mean that freeloader Grandmaster? What do you want with him?"

The guard was quite sharp; he guessed Ying Chengfeng's intent immediately.

However, Ying Chengfeng certainly wasn't going to tell the truth.

He replied, "I admire Grandmaster. If you can get him to come find me, I'll give you another three Gold Soul Coin."

With that, Ying Chengfeng summoned a sword.

The sword left its sheath, and the wind stilled for an instant.

The sword returned to its sheath, as if nothing had happened.

The guard looked puzzled and asked, "What are you doing?"

To be honest, he had been startled just now.

Ying Chengfeng said indifferently, "Check your pocket."

The guard froze and reached for the pocket where he had placed the two Gold Soul Coin.

Wait, there were three!

No, that wasn't right! The outer layer of his pocket had been sliced open.

One of the Gold Soul Coin fell out.

The other Gold Soul Coin had been sliced in two.

Ying Chengfeng's voice followed, "You ask too many questions; I'm fining you one Gold Soul Coin. Do more work, talk less."

The guard nodded repeatedly, his legs beginning to tremble.

Ying Chengfeng ignored him and left with Qian Renxue.

The guard watched their retreating figures for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Mother of god, are kids these days all this vicious? Looks like I can't afford to offend any children from now on."

"Blue Silver Grass? Innate Full Soul Power?" He committed the words to memory.

He did not know that this realization would save him from a path to death in the future.

Meanwhile, in the back alley.

Ying Chengfeng and Qian Renxue had covered their faces with black cloth.

The alley was dim and narrow, and the two crouched on the roof of the seventh house.

"Is that Grandmaster the Yu Xiaogang? When will he come?" Qian Renxue was already in character, whispering her question.

Ying Chengfeng handed her a burlap sack and said, "Not sure, but it should be soon."

Qian Renxue nodded slightly, then added, "I've heard you mention this Tang San twice now. Is he someone very important?"

Ying Chengfeng fell into deep thought.

After a while, he said, "Remember the Dream Space? I foresaw a glimpse of the future in the Dream Space."

Qian Renxue was immediately astonished. "Your dream can actually foresee the future?"

Ying Chengfeng shrugged and said, "That dream was magical, wasn't it?"

Hearing this, Qian Renxue pondered for a moment before giving a slight nod.

Regarding the Dream Space, Qian Renxue could be considered to have a bit of a 'say' in the matter, as she had witnessed the miracle with her own eyes.

"Then what did you dream about?"

"It cannot be said; changing the future invites karma," Ying Chengfeng replied. "In any case, just ignore this person."

At this moment, Ying Chengfeng used his perception of the wind to confirm that the owner of the house below them was not home.

He simply brought Qian Renxue down into the courtyard.

The house had a small yard and two rooms.

Not long after, a knocking sound came from outside.

"He's here, hide yourself first," Ying Chengfeng reminded Qian Renxue before walking over to Space Gate.

Entering Ying Chengfeng's line of sight was a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe.

"Are you Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang?" Ying Chengfeng looked at the man, asking first to avoid hitting the wrong person.

"Indeed." Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, putting on the air of an expert.

He was unaware that Qian Renxue had already circled behind him, asking Ying Chengfeng:

"Are you the possessor of the Innate Full Soul Power Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?"

"I suspect you have another Martial Soul as well."

"Don't be in such a hurry to refute; my theories cannot be wrong."

Yu Xiaogang was still there spouting nonsense, completely unaware that Qian Renxue behind him had already opened a sack and was ready!

Ying Chengfeng suddenly sneered, "I heard you broke through to age 40 before reaching level 30. Impressive."

Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of anger; he hated it most when others brought up his Soul Power Level.

Just as he was about to fly into a rage, a sack was suddenly dropped over him from behind.

"Who the hell do you think you're acting like?" Ying Chengfeng opened his domain fully and jumped up to hammer his head.

He aimed for the mouth area.

One punch landed, hitting the nose instead.

This minor mistake did not affect Ying Chengfeng's performance in the slightest.

He pinned Yu Xiaogang to the ground and switched from punching to slapping.

"So you're the one they call Grandmaster, huh?! Hmm? Speak!"

"You're good at guessing, aren't you? Then guess how many of my punches you can take?"

Qian Renxue watched from the side, stunned.

She never expected that Ying Chengfeng, who was usually so gentle with her, could have such a brutal side.

Hasn't this guy named Yu Xiaogang had his mouth beaten to a pulp?

Because of the sack, Qian Renxue couldn't see the specific injuries.

She only found it strange that this Yu Xiaogang wasn't putting up any resistance.

Isn't he a level 29 Soul Grand Master?

At this moment, Ying Chengfeng was slapping away with gusto, giving Yu Xiaogang absolutely no chance to speak.

As for resistance?

What could Yu Xiaogang possibly use to resist? He would have to be able to summon his Martial Soul first.

A piece of trash like this could be easily crushed by any level 21 Soul Grand Master.

Suddenly, Ying Chengfeng delivered another heavy slap, but Yu Xiaogang seized the opportunity to bite Ying Chengfeng's hand.

"Let go, you dog!"

Ying Chengfeng used his other hand to hammer Yu Xiaogang's head with all his might.

However, Yu Xiaogang bit down and refused to let go.

The skin on Ying Chengfeng's palm was broken.

A large patch of the sack was soaked.

But more than ninety percent of it was caused by Yu Xiaogang.

Blood, snot, and saliva—everything was there; he was nearly beaten until his brains spilled out.

Qian Renxue also noticed Ying Chengfeng's situation and shouted, "Let go! You aren't allowed to bite him, I'll beat you to death!"

With that, Qian Renxue rushed up and began stomping fiercely on Yu Xiaogang.

Due to the angle, Ying Chengfeng was straddling Yu Xiaogang's stomach, with his attack range limited to the upper body.

Naturally, Qian Renxue could only attack the lower body.

He didn't know how many times he had been kicked.

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang let go of his bite and let out a howl of agony.

In that instant, it was as if Yu Xiaogang had ignited a hidden cosmos, violently breaking free from the constraints of Ying Chengfeng's domain.

He flung Ying Chengfeng aside.

With his hands finally free to move, Yu Xiaogang immediately clutched his crotch and began rolling frantically on the ground.

Yu Xiaogang whimpered incessantly, unable to form a single coherent word.

At this moment, Ying Chengfeng grabbed Qian Renxue's hand and made a run for it.

After putting a good distance between them, Qian Renxue finally calmed her racing heart and asked, "That person isn't going to die, are they?"

Ying Chengfeng reassured her, "He won't, but you might have shattered his balls."

"Balls?" Qian Renxue tilted her head to look at him, a puzzled expression on her face.