Dai Mubai's Miserable State

Flender lunged forward, reaching the healing Soul Master in a single stride.

"Quick, quickly, heal me."

Seeing the desperate look on his face, the healing Soul Master didn't dare ask too many questions.

He immediately released his Martial Soul.

His Martial Soul was a small green flower emitting a faint, shimmering halo.

Three Spirit Rings—white, yellow, and yellow—rose from beneath his feet.

He was, quite impressively, a healing-type Soul Elder.

The moment his Martial Soul was released, his three Spirit Rings lit up almost simultaneously.

Then, he pushed his hands forward.

A glowing green light surged from his palms and burrowed into Flender's body.

Very quickly, the green light began to take effect.

Flender could clearly feel his wounds healing rapidly, though he couldn't see them directly as they were obstructed by blood, grime, and his clothing.

The effects of the spirit skill soon faded.

The healing Soul Master examined the state of Flender's internal condition.

"Although your external wounds have healed, the damage to your meridians is beyond my ability to mend. You need to find a higher-ranked healing Soul Master."

"However, it just so happens that your student is in a similar situation."

"He is currently in urgent need of a high-ranked Soul Master to treat his internal injuries; otherwise, I fear he will be stuck at the Soul Grand Master realm for the rest of his life."

Flender nodded, his mood heavy.

"Where is he?"

Although Dai Mubai had killed his disciple, there had been a reason for it.

Furthermore, of all the people he had brought out, only Dai Mubai remained.

If he could be saved, he should be.

"Follow me."

The healing Soul Master turned and walked toward the room he had just come from.

Flender followed immediately.

Upon entering the room, he saw Dai Mubai lying quietly on the hospital bed with his eyes slightly closed.

Although his body was covered by a quilt, his face, fully exposed to the air, had returned to normal, making him look as if nothing had happened.

"The flames that burned him are quite extraordinary and possess a very specific targeting effect; they completely incinerated his lower regions into ash."

Flender stared sharply at the healing Soul Master, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Is the 'lower region' you're talking about what I think it is?"

The healing Soul Master nodded. "It is exactly what you think it is."

"He has now lost the ability to perform intercourse."

"And as far as I know, there is no one who can make that thing grow back."

Flender: "..."

For a moment, he felt as if there was no need to save him.

After all, given Dai Mubai's personality, he would absolutely never be able to accept this fact.

Even if his internal injuries were healed, he would likely choose to take his own life.

So be it.

Saving him was his responsibility as the Dean, but choosing to die was Dai Mubai's own right.

He would let him decide for himself.

"Fine, I'll take him away then."

"Please pass a message to the Grandmaster for me; tell him I'll be waiting for him at Shrek Academy."

Flender felt this place was far too ominous.

If they stayed any longer, he and Dai Mubai might not live much longer.

It was better to return to Shrek and stay there.

He swore he would never come near this godforsaken place of Nuoding City again in his life.

"Very well."

After the healing Soul Master agreed, Flender picked up Dai Mubai and left the academy immediately, not even intending to take a look at Ma Hongjun.

Shrek had lost many students, including many genius Soul Masters he had taken as disciples; he had long since grown accustomed to such sudden partings.

The dead are gone; there is no need to dwell on them.

As the sky began to brighten, Tang San and Yu Xiaogang finally arrived at Holy Soul Village.

"This is your village?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at Holy Soul Village, then couldn't help but look at Tang San.

What kind of village had every household living in a small villa, with even the village paths paved entirely with unknown, sturdy stone slabs?

Anyone who didn't know better would think this was the ancestral grounds of some Spirit Master clan.

"Uh..."

Tang San was also stunned as he looked at the completely unfamiliar village before him.

He had only been away for two years; how could the village have changed so much?

They hadn't gone to the wrong place, either.

The reason for such a massive transformation in the village was, naturally, Lin Chen.

He would return for a short stay every year during his breaks.

Thinking he had more money than he knew what to do with, he funded the construction of a small villa for every household, and even the village grounds had been thoroughly renovated.

Old Jack was now incredibly smug in front of the many other village chiefs in the surrounding area.

It couldn't be helped; the children in his village were successful.

Although Lin Chen's level was not yet high, to Holy Soul Village, he was far more practical than any Spirit Douluo, or even a Title Douluo.

One had to remember, the Spirit Saint who had walked out of Holy Soul Village years ago had never returned.

Seeing that Tang San was just as confused, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but shake his head.

"Forget it, let's go find your father first."

The two soon arrived at the west end of the village.

Looking at the rammed-earth house in the distance, which stood in stark contrast to the small villas in the village, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San both fell silent.

Why was the whole village filled with small villas, yet only Tang San's home was a rammed-earth house?

Wasn't this just too out of place?

It really wasn't that Lin Chen was stingy; it was just that Tang Hao was never home whenever he returned.

He assumed Tang Hao was away from the village just like in the original story.

Even if he had renovated it, it would have sat empty, so he naturally wouldn't waste the money.

The villagers also knew that Tang Hao had never helped Lin Chen, so they naturally wouldn't let him renovate Tang Hao's house either.

Besides, they had received those returns only because they had helped Lin Chen.

Why should that lazy bum Tang Hao deserve anything?

"Dad!"

As they reached the front of the house, Tang San immediately called out loudly.

"Bang... crack..."

Following Tang San's shout, a series of inexplicable clattering sounds erupted from inside the house.

A moment later, the door opened.

A drunken Tang Hao stood in the doorway, with wine bottles scattered all over the floor inside.

"What's going on?"

Seeing the two of them, Tang Hao's drunkenness cleared up slightly.

Something must have happened; otherwise, Yu Xiaogang wouldn't have brought Tang San back to find him.

Seeing his father again, Tang San could no longer hold back the grievances in his heart.

"Dad!"

With a cry, he lunged into Tang Hao's arms.

Tears gushed out uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Tang Hao's eyes turned icy, and he stared intently at Yu Xiaogang.

It was as if he were saying, "You had better give me an explanation."

Yu Xiaogang looked helpless and briefly described what had happened.

He didn't mention anything about the situation being difficult; he only said that Tang San had gotten into a dispute with a Spirit Saint, and by the time he had brought Flender and Zhao Wuji, the other party had brought in a Spirit Douluo.

Then, Zhao Wuji was beaten to death.

Tang Hao's expression grew even gloomier upon hearing this.

That damned Lin Chen had claimed that as long as he stayed away from Little San, his bad luck would be reduced. Where the hell was this reduction?

You little brat, just you wait. I'll show you how I'm going to deal with you.

Tang Hao cursed Lin Chen in his heart before turning his gaze toward Yu Xiaogang.

"Are they still in Nuoding City?"

Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "After we escaped, we came straight to Holy Soul Village. I have no idea what the current situation in the city is."

"Let's go. We're heading back."

Without another word, Tang Hao immediately took the two of them and charged toward Nuoding City.