Yu Xiaogang lay sprawled on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Then he glanced down at his nether regions, his face full of worry.
Unremarkable as ever. Even his two balls were only half there.
"...Sigh."
Yu Xiaogang let out a long sigh.
Life was unpredictable, with one thing piled on another.
As he thought about it, a fiery figure suddenly appeared in his mind.
She was the cousin he had once married, only for them to be forced apart.
Liu Erlong.
A strange, feverish light suddenly flared in Yu Xiaogang's cloudy eyes.
Wait!
Now that he was a cripple, having completely lost his manhood, didn't that mean he no longer had to worry about that damned blood relation?
As long as they didn't have a physical relationship, he and Er Long could be pure, untainted spiritual partners!
Just as he was lost in this twisted fantasy, the dormitory door opened.
"Little San, are you back?"
Yu Xiaogang spoke without thinking. His sharp, grating, ducklike voice echoed around the room.
"Grandmaster, your voice is getting more and more seductive."
Su Chen walked over to Yu Xiaogang's desk and waved a hand in front of his nose, looking disgusted. "Why does it smell so strongly of urine? Grandmaster, couldn't you hold it and wet the bed?"
Xiao Wu, following behind him, rolled her eyes.
That brat really had a vicious tongue!
Yu Xiaogang's already pale face instantly turned dark as a pot. "What are you doing here? You're not welcome!"
He glared at Su Chen, secretly grinding his teeth.
How was this brat still alive? Had Clear Sky Douluo not gotten the chance to strike last night?
No matter. He could let the brat swagger around for a few more days.
"As Tang San's good roommate, I came to let you know that he fainted in the cafeteria. You should go pick him up."
Yu Xiaogang's pupils shrank. He sat bolt upright. "What happened to Little San?"
The sudden movement tugged at the wound between his legs, and cold sweat broke out all over him.
Su Chen shrugged, speaking with a teasing lilt.
"It's nothing much. The whole school's been talking about how you became a eunuch. Tang San couldn't stand it and tried to defend you, but he ended up kowtowing in front of everyone, and his crotch split open too. Then he got so angry he passed out."
"Oh, Grandmaster, you look so weak. Don't tell me you really got it cut off?"
Yu Xiaogang's face turned ashen, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
What was he saying?
The entire school knew he had become a eunuch.
Didn't that mean his reputation and good name were completely ruined?
No!!!!
Wait!
He suddenly came to his senses. What did his reputation matter now?
Little San was his lifeline, and his only hope of proving his theories in the future. He absolutely couldn't let anything happen to him!
Grinding his teeth, Yu Xiaogang got out of bed and tried to put on his old dignified air. "Everyone sees things differently. A rumor is still just a rumor!"
After tossing out those words, Yu Xiaogang shoved the door open and hurried toward the cafeteria.
"Grandmaster, your crotch is wet!" Su Chen shouted after him.
Yu Xiaogang paused, then took slightly longer strides. The movement sent another sharp pain through his nether regions, and he sucked in a breath.
He didn't stop. He kept marching onward, pretending nothing was wrong.
Behind him, Su Chen laughed without restraint. Xiao Wu couldn't help covering her mouth and giggling too.
That eunuch, suffering just to save face, was something else.
After Yu Xiaogang left, Su Chen couldn't help sighing to himself.
In the few short days since he had transmigrated, Yu Xiaogang had been castrated, Tang Hao's balls had been shattered, and Tang San's crotch had split open, leaving him humiliated in front of everyone.
He, the righteous hero, had thoroughly punished the three great villains of Douluo Continent.
He wanted to ask: who else?
He really had to thank that truck driver for bringing him to Douluo Continent to enjoy himself.
From here on, he could just wait for his weeds to grow slowly.
These past few days, he really had put Little Scumbag and Yu Xiaogang through the wringer.
Yu Xiaogang left the dormitory.
Everyone he encountered along the way pointed and whispered about him, their eyes fixed squarely on his lower half.
With his hands behind his back, he took tiny steps, inching forward bit by bit.
He had no idea that the performance he thought was flawless was full of holes.
Anyone with eyes could tell from the way he walked that something was wrong with Yu Xiaogang's manhood.
Otherwise, what grown man would creep along so slowly?
Like a maggot.
At last, Yu Xiaogang reached the cafeteria. At a glance, he spotted Tang San lying in the food.
His heart was frantic.
Little San, what would I do without you?
You can't be hurt!
Ignoring the fierce pulling sensation in his crotch, he hurried over.
The people in the cafeteria saw Yu Xiaogang arrive and watched him with mocking smiles, whispering among themselves.
Yu Xiaogang gathered Tang San, whose head was covered in leftover food, into his arms. His eyes reddened as he looked around, and he bellowed in his ducklike voice, "Who did this?!"
No one answered him.
They looked at him as if he were a clown.
Yu Xiaogang was furious!
But all he could do was rage helplessly.
After a brief outburst, he formed a hand seal and summoned Luo Sanpao, placing Tang San on its back before fleeing back to the dormitory in disgrace.
Time flew by, and before long, the school year had come to an end.
Throughout that year, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San had become the laughingstocks of Notting Academy.
Ever since the cafeteria humiliation, Tang San hadn't attended a single class. Yu Xiaogang taught him personally in their dormitory instead.
Whenever he had free time, Tang San would sneak off to the blacksmith's shop to work the forge.
Yu Xiaogang, meanwhile, kept waiting.
Waiting for the mighty Tang Hao to strike and tear Su Chen limb from limb.
But a day passed, then two, then a month, then a year...
Su Chen was still running around the academy, even showing up in front of them every day with some new trick.
As for Tang Hao, it was as if he had vanished from the face of the earth. There was no word from him at all.
Yu Xiaogang sat on the bed, sweating profusely, a powerful sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
A Titled Douluo couldn't possibly fail to deal with a kid who was only a few levels into cultivation!
Unless... something had happened to Tang Hao.
Could it be... Spirit Hall?
The thought only deepened Yu Xiaogang's unease. If people from Spirit Hall found out Tang San's identity, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"No. We absolutely can't stay here any longer."
Yu Xiaogang stood in alarm. After a year of recuperation, his wound had finally healed over completely.
Though he sometimes raised his hand in a delicate, feminine flourish when he walked, and his voice had turned into a sharp, ducklike squawk, at least he could stride normally again.
He hurriedly called Tang San over.
After rehearsing what he wanted to say, Yu Xiaogang spoke urgently. "Little San, I've made up my mind. I'll take you to an advanced academy that only accepts monsters!"
"You have Twin Martial Souls. You won't receive any proper training at Notting Academy."
"The headmaster of that advanced academy is an old friend of mine, a Seven-Ring Soul Sage. Only there will you receive the best education!"
A flicker of uncertainty crossed Tang San's eyes.
He had suffered humiliation after humiliation this past year, and he had long since grown to hate the place.
But he didn't agree immediately. Instead, he raised his head, his gaze firm.
"Teacher, I'm willing to leave, but first I have to go back to Holy Soul Village and ask my father what happened."
Yu Xiaogang nodded again and again. Tang San going back to look into Tang Hao's whereabouts suited him perfectly.
"Very well. Filial piety comes first. Go visit your father. I'll write to an old friend right away. As soon as you return, we'll set off!"
Watching Tang San turn and walk away, Yu Xiaogang immediately wrote a letter to Flender.