Tang Hao Came Personally, Su Hang's Single Sentence Turned the Tables

"Don't panic."

Su Hang pressed his fingertips gently against the back of Xiao Wu's hand, which was resting on the hem of his clothes.

Xiao Wu was huddled at the edge of the bed, the quilt slipped to her waist, her face pale, her shoulders tense.

The oppressive force outside the courtyard did not rush into the room, but instead crept along the wall cracks, the paper windows, and the eaves, sweeping over bit by bit.

The feeling was all too familiar.

A Title Douluo.

And one whose aura was even heavier than the two present above the forest during the day.

Just as Xiao Wu was about to hide behind Su Hang, the origin of her soul beast essence within her body began to destabilize.

Su Hang raised his hand and pressed it onto her shoulder.

"Hold it in."

"Don't let your aura leak out."

Xiao Wu bit her lip and nodded.

The next moment, dark purple Dragon Might radiated from Su Hang's body; it did not extend far, merely encircling Xiao Wu.

The aura of the Chaos Thunder Shadow Dragon was thick and domineering, just enough to suppress the fluctuations of her Soft Bone Rabbit essence.

Xiao Wu's body relaxed slightly, but she still did not let go of his hand.

"Brother Su Hang, is it someone from Spirit Hall?"

"Not necessarily."

Su Hang stood up, walked slowly to the window, and deliberately let out a yawn.

"Not sleeping in the middle of the night—you've certainly got energy."

Outside the courtyard.

Deep within the shadows of the trees, Tang Hao was draped in a worn gray cloak, his body pressed against the wall.

He had not released his soul rings, nor had he brought out his Clear Sky Hammer.

This was merely Notting Academy.

A group of children lived in this courtyard.

Yet, the fluctuation of destiny that had emanated from the Soul Hunting Forest today made it impossible for him to continue drinking and playing the fool.

Something had gone wrong with Tang San's first soul ring.

The opportunity involving the Mandala Snake had been tampered with.

And the person who had done it lived right here.

Tang Hao's mental pressure swept across the small courtyard, landing first on the side room.

Wang Sheng turned over, clutching his tattered quilt and smacking his lips a few times.

Xiao Chenyu was staying in the outer room, his sleeping posture quite unrefined, with half a leg hanging off the edge of the bed and a food box placed beside him.

Tang Hao did not linger on these people.

The pressure continued toward the main room.

Su Hang stood by the window, his clothes loose, looking as if he had just been woken up.

Xiao Wu sat by the bed, wrapped in a quilt, staying very close to Su Hang.

The moment Tang Hao's mental probe touched Xiao Wu's side, the dark purple Dragon Might pushed back.

That power did not attack, but it forcibly blocked his probe.

Tang Hao paused for a moment.

A dragon-type martial soul.

Of extremely high quality.

And it could actively protect others.

A six-year-old child with a thousand-year first ring, the means to alter opportunities, and the ability to block a Title-level probe.

If there was no one behind him, even Tang Hao wouldn't believe it.

He could flatten this courtyard with a single hammer strike.

But what after that?

Tang San was still at the academy.

If Su Hang was truly backed by some existence even he could not fathom, acting rashly would be equivalent to pushing Tang San into an even more dangerous position.

Inside the room, Su Hang pushed open half of the window.

The night wind poured in, causing the wick on the table to flicker.

Seeing him standing by the window, Xiao Wu couldn't help but get out of bed, her bare feet touching the floor.

"Don't come any closer."

Su Hang did not turn around.

"Put your shoes on."

Xiao Wu looked down at her feet, then glanced out the window.

"I'll put them on."

She quickly slipped her shoes on, but she didn't sit back down, instead standing a short distance behind Su Hang.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

Xiao Chenyu came around from the outer area clutching a food box, his hair a tangled mess.

"Boss Su, I just remembered there were some chicken legs left in the kitchen. I heated them up and brought them for you and Sister Xiao Wu."

No sooner had he finished speaking than his legs went weak.

He could not withstand the pressure filling the courtyard.

Xiao Chenyu gripped the doorframe, nearly collapsing to his knees.

"What the hell, what's going on?"

"Is the academy haunted?"

Wang Sheng was woken up by the noise in the side room and rushed out, throwing his clothes over his shoulders.

"Who's haunted?"

"Xiao Chenyu, are you calling for spirits in the middle of the night?"

As soon as Wang Sheng reached the doorway, he was forced to hunch over by that dark pressure.

"Hiss."

"Something really isn't right."

Xiao Chenyu set the food box on the ground and braced his hands against his knees.

"I told you."

"The feng shui in this courtyard is off."

Wang Sheng looked up with difficulty and saw Su Hang standing in front of the main room window, immediately finding his backbone.

"Boss Su, what should we do?"

Su Hang walked out of the room, his pace unhurried.

Xiao Wu followed him out as well.

She had originally wanted to hide behind the door, but seeing Su Hang already standing in the courtyard, she finally stepped over the threshold and stood by his side.

Tang Hao remained hidden in the shadows of the trees, not moving.

Su Hang looked up at the dark, heavy shadows of the trees outside the courtyard and flicked his sleeve.

"The wind is strong at night; staying hidden too long will give you a backache."

After these words fell, the courtyard went silent for a few moments.

Xiao Chenyu looked left and right, then spoke in a hushed voice.

"Boss Su, who are you talking to?"

Wang Sheng reached out and slapped him on the back.

"Stop asking."

Xiao Chenyu immediately shut his mouth.

Tang Hao stood behind the tree, his cloak lifted at the corner by the night breeze.

This kid was calling him out.

But there was no proof.

Su Hang hadn't called a name, hadn't exposed his position, and hadn't even released any hostility.

A single comment about a backache had cornered the Title Douluo in the shadows.

If Tang Hao stepped out, it would be an admission that he had snuck into the student courtyard in the middle of the night.

If he attacked, it wouldn't be justifiable either.

More importantly, Su Hang was too composed.

A child facing his pressure, yet daring to walk out voluntarily.

This confidence definitely had a source.

Tang Hao suppressed his killing intent bit by bit.

Xiao Wu stood in the courtyard, having initially leaned against the doorframe.

But as she watched Su Hang standing at the very front, watching that heavy pressure from outside the courtyard being blocked by the Dragon Might, she suddenly let go of the corner of the blanket she had been clutching.

She walked to Su Hang's side and took the initiative to hold his hand.

The movement was light, yet firm.

Wang Sheng was about to speak, but Xiao Chenyu quickly covered his mouth.

"Don't say a word."

"Sister Xiao Wu is choosing her side."

Wang Sheng glared at him but remained silent.

Xiao Wu looked up at Su Hang.

"I won't hide anymore."

Su Hang turned his head to the side.

"Have you thought it through?"

Xiao Wu nodded.

"I have."

"I'm afraid of death, and I'm afraid of being captured to be turned into a spirit ring."

"But since you're standing in front, I'll stand right beside you."

Su Hang's fingers twitched, but he didn't pull his hand away.

"Fine."

"Stand firm from now on."

Xiao Wu added in a low voice.

"Mm, I'm on your side."

A system notification rang in Su Hang's mind.

[Ding! Detected that Xiao Wu's sense of security toward the host has increased further.]

[Xiao Wu's favorability has increased to 55%.]

[Reward issued: one Breath Concealment Talisman.]

[Effect: Conceals spirit beast fluctuations for a short time; provides a certain level of interference against the detection of a Title Douluo.]

[Note: Consumable item, please use with caution.]

Su Hang felt much more at ease.

This reward came at the perfect time.

Tang Hao was only testing the waters tonight; there was still Spirit Hall and many more powerful figures to come.

As long as Xiao Wu's identity remained unresolved, there would be risks every single day.

This talisman could at least carry them through one critical situation.

Outside the courtyard, that oppressive pressure began to recede.

Xiao Chenyu gripped the doorframe, his legs finally able to stand straight.

He looked at the food box on the ground, then back toward the outside of the courtyard.

"Boss Su, did the ghost leave?"

Wang Sheng kicked him.

"Since when do ghosts in your house come looking for the scent of chicken legs?"

Xiao Chenyu rubbed his leg and bent down to pick up the food box.

"So, are we still eating?"

Xiao Wu turned back to look at the food box.

"Eat."

Seeing her recover so quickly, Su Hang couldn't help but tap her on the head.

"You were ready to stand your ground against a Title Douluo just a moment ago, and now you're thinking about chicken legs?"

Xiao Wu pulled his hand down to protect her head.

"Choosing a side is one thing, midnight snacks are another."

"They don't conflict."

Xiao Chenyu hurriedly set the food box on the stone table.

"That makes sense, Sister Xiao Wu really has a broad perspective."

Wang Sheng sat to the side and picked up a chicken leg, but before he could take a bite, Xiao Chenyu slapped it out of his hand.

"Give it to Boss Su and Sister Xiao Wu first."

Wang Sheng pursed his lips.

"You're becoming more and more natural at being a lackey."

Xiao Chenyu puffed out his chest.

"This is called recognizing the meta."

Su Hang ignored them and looked up toward the outside of the courtyard.

Tang Hao had already left the vicinity of the small courtyard.

Yet, that sense of oppression had not completely dissipated.

Outside another dormitory in the academy, the tattered gray cloak came to a stop.

Tang Hao stood in the shadows, looking through the wall at the room where Tang San was.

The lights inside were still on.

Tang San was repeatedly activating his Blue Silver Grass.

Bind.

Retract.

Bind again.

Every time the poison veins spread, his arm would pause for a moment.

Tang Hao stood there for a long time, his arm beneath the cloak slowly dropping to his side.

He did not go in.

Nor did he go to find Yu Xiaogang.

As the night wind blew past, Tang Hao turned and left the academy, leaving behind only a very low-spoken sentence.

"I'll observe Tang San's soul skill first, then decide whether or not to move against you."