The Damned Moustache

The next day, early morning.

Tang San lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with hollow eyes.

True heartbreak does not involve screaming or shouting; it only involves silent tears.

Just like Tang San right now, tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

He hadn't cried when his martial soul shattered, nor had he cried when he lost his dignity as a man.

He hadn't even cried after two consecutive years of misfortune.

But today, he truly couldn't hold it back anymore; the tears poured out like a breached dam, impossible to stop no matter how hard he tried to control them.

He didn't understand.

Since the heavens had given him a chance at rebirth, why treat him this way?

Recalling the scenes from last night one after another.

Tang San's fists clenched involuntarily, and a fierce killing intent rose in the depths of his eyes.

"Damn that bearded man, to dare treat me like this—you have already paved your own path to death."

"If I do not kill you, I, Tang San, swear I am no man!"

Tang San sat up, but the bearded man was long gone.

He walked into the bathroom.

He scrubbed his body frantically, washing his mouth out with a manic intensity.

After washing for a full two hours, Tang San finally stepped out of the bathroom.

He walked to the bedside, preparing to put on his clothes.

His gaze suddenly fell upon the Gold Soul Coins on the nightstand.

There were about one or two hundred of them.

However, the Gold Soul Coins were not the point; the point was the note pressed underneath them.

Tang San picked it up and read it.

[Little treasure, Uncle truly didn't expect that you actually didn't... Uncle really likes it so much, Uncle will come looking for you again.]

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Tang San instantly crumpled the letter into a ball, his knuckles popping as he squeezed it, his expression one of gnashing teeth.

"Come then, I'll be waiting for you. You had better not make me wait too long."

Afterward, he put on his clothes, took the Gold Soul Coins that were rightfully his, and left the hotel.

Tang San returned to the academy.

Xiao Wu and the others had just finished washing up and were preparing to head to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Tang San composed himself and approached Xiao Wu.

"Xiao Wu, I have money now. I can take you out to eat something good today."

His tone was quite joyful, and his face was brimming with a happy smile.

Yet, a trace of disgust flashed in the depths of Xiao Wu's eyes.

Why did she feel disgusted by Tang San?

Because even though Tang San had tried his best to hide it—even going so far as to avoid using the restroom with Wang Sheng and the others—he still couldn't escape her perception.

As a Soft Bone Charm Rabbit that had transformed into human form, her perception of male hormones was extremely keen.

She could clearly sense that the male hormones on Tang San had suddenly become extremely weak two years ago, and over these past two years, they had almost completely ceased to be secreted.

That meant he had been reduced to a neither-man-nor-woman existence.

The same went for his teacher.

How could Xiao Wu not feel disgusted by such a neither-man-nor-woman existence?

If not for the fact that he was willing to spend money on her, Xiao Wu would have stopped paying attention to him long ago.

"We'll see."

Xiao Wu uttered a flat sentence and walked straight out of the dormitory.

"Xiao Wu, wait for me."

Tang San hurriedly chased after her, leaving the other work-study students speechless.

They truly couldn't understand Tang San.

Even if a person were base, surely they shouldn't be base to this extent?

Time flickered by, arriving in the afternoon.

The carriage Lin Chen was riding in pulled to a stop at the gates of Nuoding Academy.

He stepped down from the carriage, just in time to see Tang San carrying large and small bags behind Xiao Wu as the two of them walked into the academy.

"Tang San, Xiao Wu, please wait!"

Lin Chen did not hesitate, immediately calling out to stop the two of them.

Tang San and Xiao Wu couldn't help but pause their steps.

They turned around, looking at Lin Chen, who was walking toward them, with speechless expressions.

The other party's "please wait" was truly a bit chilling.

They had already reminded Lin Chen many times, but he simply wouldn't change.

[Successfully cast Disaster Curse on Tang San and Xiao Wu, obtained one level of Spirit Power.]

Lin Chen's brows couldn't help but arch.

Good grief, after more than two years, he had finally farmed some Spirit Power again.

"Huh, Tang San's bad luck has actually been broken."

Lin Chen suddenly noticed that Tang San's pitch-black forehead had become much brighter.

However, the next second, it was stained black again by a wisp of dark energy.

Lin Chen looked Tang San up and down, only to see him acting as if nothing had happened.

That shouldn't be right.

Five layers of bad luck were no small amount; how could he be completely fine?

Was the system really this unreliable?

"Is... is there a problem?"

Seeing him staring incessantly, Tang San felt a sudden, inexplicable tightening in his gut.

He was truly afraid that Lin Chen would suddenly say again that his bad luck was imminent.

He was already unlucky enough; he really didn't want to encounter any more misfortune.

He really couldn't take much more.

Lin Chen shook his head and said, "Nothing much, just curious where you got so much money. These things aren't cheap, are they?"

His gaze fell upon the numerous bags in Tang San's hands, several of which bore the logos of clothing stores.

In Lin Chen's impression, the clothes from those shops were not inexpensive.

Especially the women's clothing.

They cost a dozen Gold Soul Coins at every turn, which was simply not something Tang San could afford.

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Tang San's mouth twitched, and he felt a phantom pain in his gut.

This bastard, why did he have to bring up such a sore subject?

"Did you just get back?"

Xiao Wu suddenly spoke up, effectively helping Tang San out of the awkward situation.

Lin Chen nodded. "Yeah, went on a trip."

Xiao Wu looked Lin Chen up and down, a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

"You haven't already broken through, have you?"

Of course, she couldn't sense Lin Chen's specific Spirit Power level.

It was purely a guess.

After all, Lin Chen had hardly traveled far in the past two years.

The only reason she could think of for him to travel was to hunt for a Spirit Ring.

"What?"

Hearing this, Tang San's eyes widened sharply, his face full of disbelief.

How could that be possible?

They were both born with full Spirit Power; how could Lin Chen's cultivation speed be this fast?

He had to remember that he was only at level eighteen himself.

Lin Chen, however, shook his head. "How could it be that fast?"

Hearing this, Tang San immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

That's what he thought; how could Lin Chen's cultivation speed be that fast?

Xiao Wu didn't press the issue further, instead extending an invitation.

"Have you eaten? Want to join us?"

Perhaps because she hadn't become entangled in any love-hate drama with Tang San, the current Xiao Wu kept her mission for coming to the human world firmly in mind.

And to avenge her mother, it was clear she couldn't do it on her own.

Tang San and Lin Chen, these two geniuses, were clearly excellent assets to have.

She had already gotten a handle on Tang San, so naturally, she didn't want to let Lin Chen slip through her fingers either.

Besides, Lin Chen was not only highly talented but also incredibly handsome.

The key was that he was also very wealthy.

Compared to Tang San, Xiao Wu was much more willing to spend time with Lin Chen.

Unfortunately, he never gave her the chance.

Every time he stopped her, he would leave after only a few sentences.

Tang San whipped his head around to look at Xiao Wu.

He had just taken her out for a feast at a restaurant in the city, so why was she suddenly inviting Lin Chen to dinner?

Could it be...

Tang San thought of a certain possibility, and his expression darkened instantly.

He turned his gaze toward Lin Chen, his eyes filled with threats.

It was as if he were saying, "If you dare to accept, don't blame me for being impolite."