Slide Tackle, Head Bump, and Ripped Crotch

Tang San stepped out of his room.

He held two metal lunchboxes in his hands, on his way to get food for Yu Xiaogang.

Food is the fuel of life; skipping a meal leaves one famished.

Since Yu Xiaogang had been physically castrated, his wounds had yet to heal, and he remained bedridden, groaning in pain; he needed to eat meat to nourish his body.

Tang San walked along the path toward the cafeteria.

Bolstered by his Mysterious Heaven Skill, his five senses were far superior to those of an ordinary person.

What was once his pride had now become a source of torment.

Under the shade of the trees by the road, a few senior students were huddled together. When they saw Tang San approaching, they immediately lowered their voices, yet they did so in a way that allowed Tang San to hear every word clearly.

"Look, that little brat is the Castration Blade-Wielder."

"Shh, keep it down. Be careful he doesn't give you a slice too; that guy is ruthless enough to not even spare his own master's manhood."

"What a ruthless character!"

Tang San paused, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

The pure and noble God King Tang, having lived two lifetimes, had never suffered such grievances!

That blade had been to save his teacher's life!

What did these people know? They understood nothing of poison, let alone the agony in his heart when he swung that blade!

Most importantly, it was his teacher who had begged him to cut it off.

It was all the fault of that damned villain, Su Chen.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the rage in his heart, and charged headlong into the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was bustling with noise.

As soon as Tang San entered, the noisy hall fell silent for a second, only to erupt into even more intense discussion.

Countless gazes fell upon him in unison, filled with contempt, mockery, and schadenfreude.

Tang San bit the bullet and lined up at the back of the food queue.

The work-study student in front of him glanced back, instinctively covered his crotch, and quickly scurried to another line, terrified that he might get slashed if he were a second too slow.

Tang San kept his face calm, but inside, he was about to explode with rage.

Why cover your crotch?

Did they really think he was a butcher who slashed everyone he saw!

"What do you want?" The auntie asked, tapping the vegetable basin with a large iron ladle.

"Two portions of rice, one portion of greens, and one..." Tang San glanced at the dishes and pointed to a meat dish: "One portion of stir-fried kidney."

The auntie flicked her wrist, dumping a full, heaping ladle of kidneys into his lunchbox.

The students queuing nearby couldn't hold it in, and one of them asked.

"Hey, Brother Castrator, is this kidney for your master to nourish his loins?"

"Forget it, in the Grandmaster's condition, eating kidneys is useless; he needs to eat bull whip!"

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting? The Grandmaster doesn't have anything left; eating anything won't help."

"That makes sense."

The mockery surged from all directions, like invisible slaps across Tang San's face.

Tang San trembled with rage, his internal energy rampaging through his meridians, nearly causing him to suffer a cultivation deviation.

He was pure and noble! He respected his teacher and followed the path!

How could he allow such humiliation from the likes of them!

"Shut your mouths!"

Tang San whipped his head around, his eyes bloodshot, staring daggers at the students who were laughing the loudest: "I did that to save my teacher! If you dare slander me again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Oh, he's triggered, the Castration Blade-Wielder is triggered!"

A noble student stepped forward, pointing at Tang San's nose and cursing.

"You dare do it but don't dare admit it? The footage Boss Su released was seen by the whole school! The way you swung that blade was more practiced than a pig butcher!"

"You shameless villain, betrayer of your master and ancestors, how dare you bark here!"

Tang San panted like an ox, hearing them insult both him and his teacher!

You have already invited your own deaths!

If it cannot be endured, there is no need to endure it!

Tang San reached his right hand toward the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night at his waist.

Three hidden weapons had already slid into his palm.

The second floor of the cafeteria.

Su Chen sat in a private booth by the window, eating an orange peeled by Xiao Wu while watching the farce unfold below.

[Ding! Detected that Tang San has suffered a group mental attack, damaging his Dao heart. Abstract Value gained: 1000 points!]

A playful smirk curled the corners of Su Chen's mouth.

This little punk really is a dedicated worker; he drops gold coins wherever he goes.

Watching Tang San prepare to pull out his hidden weapons, Su Chen felt the timing was just about right.

Time to add some spice.

He opened his system inventory, his gaze locking onto the [Bad Luck Sticker] he had purchased last night.

"Go."

With a thought from Su Chen, the Bad Luck Sticker transformed into an invisible streak of light, sticking firmly onto Tang San's back.

Downstairs.

Tang San's eyes turned cold. He secretly channeled his internal energy, stepping back with his left foot as he prepared to throw his hidden weapon.

Suddenly, a cleaning lady passed by, dragging a dripping wet mop.

Tang San stepped onto it while retreating, and his foot slipped.

The next second.

He fell backward.

To steady himself, his hands flailed instinctively in the air, and the metal lunchbox in his hand flew out.

The lunchbox flipped two and a half times in the air, its lid falling off.

Splat.

A full box of greasy stir-fried kidney landed precisely on top of Tang San's head.

The cafeteria fell silent for two seconds before erupting into raucous laughter.

Tang San sat on the floor, a head full of kidney, completely stunned.

His balance was incredibly stable; even if the ground were covered in ice, his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track would allow him to walk as if on flat ground.

How could he have slipped for no reason?

Tang San's eyes turned red, and he exerted force, intending to spring to his feet.

Who would have guessed his foot would land right on a piece of greasy kidney?

As he pushed off, he instantly lost all traction, and his body uncontrollably slid forward.

Because of the immense momentum, his upper body pitched forward.

Bang.

His knees slammed heavily onto the hard stone floor, stopping right in front of that noble student.

Tang San was prostrate on the ground, performing a perfectly standard kowtow in front of the entire cafeteria!

The room went deathly silent.

The noble student froze for two seconds, then pigeon-toed backward. "What are you doing? Trying to scam me?"

"He wants to take you as his master, then turn you into a eunuch too."

The noble student panicked and retreated rapidly.

This person was truly too evil!

Tang San pressed his hands against the floor, listening to the surrounding mockery, his breathing as heavy as an ox.

He tried desperately to stand up and salvage his dignity.

But because his movements were too violent.

Riiip.

His already low-quality trousers tore completely, revealing the white-washed, patch-covered underwear beneath.

The laughter in the cafeteria paused for a second, then erupted into even more frantic roars.

Even the lady serving the food covered her eyes and turned away, her shoulders shaking.

A breeze blew by, and Tang San felt a chill in his lower half.

He looked down and instantly froze in place.

In his past life, he was a once-in-a-century genius of the Tang Sect's outer sect, stealing inner sect techniques and jumping off a cliff to prove his resolve.

In this life, with innate full soul power and twin martial souls, he was supposed to sweep across the continent.

Yet here he was, kowtowing in public with his pants ripped open!

"Pfft!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Tang San rolled his eyes back, overcome with rage, and fainted dead away on the cafeteria floor.

[Ding! Detected that Tang San has suffered extreme social embarrassment and the backlash of a Bad Luck Sticker, causing his blood to flow in reverse. Abstract Value gained: 3500 points!]

Su Chen, on the second floor, nearly burst out laughing.

The effect of this Bad Luck Sticker was far too immediate.

Trading 50 Abstract Value for 3500 points—this deal was practically a windfall.

"Boss, what are you laughing at?" Xiao Wu poked her head out curiously. Seeing the miserable scene downstairs, she curled her lip in disgust.

"That Tang San is truly gross. He tripped while walking and dumped his food all over his own head. I'm afraid that eunuch master is going to go hungry today."

Su Chen rubbed Xiao Wu's rabbit ears, a hint of mischievous malice flashing in his eyes.

"Come on, as his close classmates and friends, let's go deliver some warmth to that eunuch master."