Grandmaster stared fixedly in the direction Tang Hao had left, not moving for a long time.
He clutched the pitch-black token in his hand. It was the token that represented an elder of Spirit Hall!
His thumb rubbed over the patterns on it, especially the dragon among the six designs.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!
When he came back to himself and looked at Tang San again, his eyes were filled with confidence and fighting spirit!
When Tang San awoke, the horizon had already begun to pale with the first hint of dawn.
"Xiao San, you... you did it?!"
Tang San could barely conceal his delight either. "Yes, teacher, I did it! You were right!"
Grandmaster looked at the gifted, spirited child before him. A trace of grief flickered in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by even greater resolve!
His theory had finally been proven. This child was his salvation, and he would make Tang San into the most powerful Soul Master!
He would make the entire continent take notice!
In the hired carriage, Grandmaster and Tang San sat facing each other.
"Teacher, this isn't the road back to Nuoding City, is it?"
Tang San had a good memory and was especially sensitive to directions.
Grandmaster seemed to have prepared for this. In the same tone he used when assigning lessons, he said, "We're not going back to the academy. We're heading north, to the Far North Forest, for training."
"Huh?"
Things were clearly unfolding beyond Tang San's expectations. He even stumbled over his words.
"Th-then what about Xiao Wu... My luggage and bedding, and your things—we didn't bring them!"
Grandmaster assumed Tang San was reluctant to leave those worldly possessions behind. He said unconcernedly, "We can just buy new ones. Xiao San, to be honest, my enemy has come looking for me."
"Your enemy?"
Hearing Grandmaster's suddenly grave tone, Tang San furrowed his brow, his fingers curling unconsciously.
"That's right. My enemy!"
Grandmaster didn't explain much. He didn't want to put too much pressure on Tang San at such a young age.
Tang San's small hand had already reached for the Silent Sleeve Arrow on his arm. He murmured the word "enemy," while all kinds of vendettas from the jianghu of his past life flashed through his mind.
Grandmaster continued, "My birth surname is Yu. My name is Yu Xiaogang. Change your name to Yu Xiaosan. When we're out in public, we'll call each other uncle and nephew. In private, you can still call me teacher."
In his previous life, Tang San had been a man of the jianghu, skilled in infiltration and assassination. Using an alias was nothing new to him.
"All right, teacher! I'll change my name to Yu Xiaosan. I won't be a burden to you."
Tang San's obedient words were heartbreaking!
"Good child."
Tears glimmered in Grandmaster's eyes. Through his blurred vision, he seemed to see another person in Tang San's little face.
That was his younger female cousin, a woman who should have borne the surname Yu as well.
Heaven Dou City, Blue Tyrant Academy.
Dean's office.
"Dean, Teacher Chu didn't come to class today!"
A bald teacher knocked and entered, reporting to Liu Erlong, who had her back to him.
At the sound of that, Liu Erlong, dressed in black training clothes, hurled the stone-mill-sized dumbbell in her hand to the ground. The lava-like patterns on it gave off a scorching heat that baked the floor, which had been hardened again and again.
Liu Erlong turned around and asked coldly, "How long has he been gone?"
The bald teacher hastily tried to placate her, afraid of angering this menopausal—scratch that, prematurely menopausal—mother dragon. He replied cautiously:
"You approved three days of leave for him. Today is already the fifth day."
Liu Erlong returned to her desk and sat down. Her pale fingers left deep impressions in the Cold Iron Wood tabletop, yet her tone was unexpectedly calm as she replied evenly:
"I know. You may go."
"Yes, Dean."
The bald teacher backed away several steps, then fled as if his life depended on it.
When the door closed, Liu Erlong was alone in the room.
She pressed both palms tightly against the desk. The faint chill of the Cold Iron Wood seeped into them, as if trying to extinguish the flames in the mother dragon's heart.
But it was like dropping water onto a red-hot coal—the flames only roared higher!
Liu Erlong sprang to her feet, left Blue Tyrant Academy, and headed straight for Chu Men's lair—
the Star Soul Guidance Shop!
It was tucked away in a secluded corner on the outskirts of Heaven Dou City. She had been there more than once!
This time, she was going to lie in wait!
He'd teased her and then run off, disappearing for five whole days. She would teach that lawless rascal a proper lesson!
As the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, Heaven Dou City strictly regulated Soul Master flight. Chu Men had no choice but to obediently haul the sack and walk through the city gates.
The Truman Show livestream ran around the clock.
Sure enough, early in the morning, a large crowd of fans were already chatting in the comments.
[Holy crap, that's amazing! The special effects look just like the real thing. I'd believe it if you said they built Douluo City!]
[You're late. The first glimpse of sunrise this morning was gorgeous. I recorded it—I'll upload it to the internet later!]
[Look at that! Even the gate guards are this dedicated!]
[You have to admit, these extras are top-notch!]
On-screen.
"Stop! What's in the sack?"
A guard, utterly lacking in tact, faithfully carried out his duty.
"I caught a pig. A Soul Beast—pretty rare!"
As Chu Men spoke with a beaming smile, he took a token from his Soul Tool and handed it to the gate guard.
It was the token of the Crown Prince's Mansion!
The guard captain carefully inspected the token, then glanced at the sack Chu Men was carrying. He frowned and gave the order:
"Let him through!"
After watching Chu Men disappear from sight, a guard on the same shift whispered, "Captain, that sack just now..."
"Don't ask! Mind your own business!" the captain snapped.
Meanwhile, Chu Men was also rather frustrated by this sort of thing.
Without a Soul Tool that could store living things, all he could do was flaunt the Crown Prince's token and bluff his way through.
After transmigrating, he'd inherited an old Soul Tool shop.
From a handbook on Soul Tool repairs in the shop, he'd learned a few basic Soul Tool repair techniques.
Thanks to the brain he'd brought over from his previous life—still at its intellectual peak, since he'd only recently finished the college entrance exams—Chu Men learned at lightning speed.
Since the Soul Tool manufacturing techniques of this world had been lost, what passed for Soul Tool repair was mostly a collection of maintenance tips compiled by Soul Masters without cultivation talent as they used their Soul Tools.
At first, Chu Men had relied on this skill to take on a few jobs from the Great Soul Arena and scrape by.
Later, after gaining a Soul Ring and becoming a Soul Master, he started receiving an allowance, and his craft grew more and more refined.
By a stroke of luck, he'd taken on a difficult job repairing the Crown Prince's Soul Tool sword. He'd earned this token, and today it had finally come in handy.
"Star Soul Guidance Shop—I'm home!"
Chu Men glanced at the familiar signboard, went inside, and set the sack on the workbench in the back room.
The livestream chat instantly erupted:
[So this is the streamer's lair. Not bad—it's pretty decent!]
[Let Xiao Wu out already!] ×99
[Streamer, I'm warning you: politely invite Sister Xiao Wu out of that sack. If you get even a little handsy, you're finished!]
There was not a trace of the exhaustion that should have come from traveling all night on Chu Men's face.
It was his first time kidnapping someone, and damn, it was thrilling!
Wonder how old Tang Hao was doing?
The Two-Level Stasis Domain had been used. Now it was up to Spirit Hall to come through!
After downing a cup of ginger tea, Chu Men changed into some casual clothes and grabbed a pastry along the way.
Back at the workbench, he untied the sack, revealing a delicate little Xiao Wu, as lovely as a carved figurine.
She was breathing rapidly, her eyelashes trembling nonstop. Unable to resist, he reached out and poked her cheek, laughing as he said:
"Little girl, quit pretending to be asleep. Keep it up, and I'll sell you to Spirit Hall for Gold Soul Coins!"
"Who are you?"
Xiao Wu's voice was clipped and forceful. Her beautiful, wide eyes opened, full of wariness. Her thighs tensed as she gathered strength for a Soft Skill.
Out of the corner of her eye, she studied the room's layout and secretly mapped out an escape route.
[Why does Sister Xiao Wu's look seem off to me?!]
[Finally, we get to see the real Xiao Wu! She's so cute! Sending her a gift!]
[Sister Xiao Wu rules the jianghu!] ×999
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