A Thread of Fate Connects Us Online-Cherish This Bond

After collecting the Gold Soul Coins dropped by Spirit Hall, Su Chen and Xiao Wu returned to Notting Academy.

They pushed open the door to Dorm Seven.

The dorm had been cleaned so thoroughly it looked cleaner than a dog's tongue could manage.

Seeing the two return, Wang Sheng led a group of work-study students in a neat line. They bent at ninety degrees, their washed-out uniforms somehow giving off the aura of a gang meeting.

"Hello, Boss! Hello, Sister Xiao Wu!"

Wang Sheng and the others shouted loudly and energetically.

Su Chen waved them off, too lazy to deal with them. These lackeys were getting more absurd by the day.

He had no idea who had led them astray.

Xiao Wu, however, perked right up. With her hands behind her back, she paced around the dorm with the swagger of a big shot, beginning her inspection.

"Comrades, you've worked hard."

"Serving Boss and Sister Xiao Wu!"

The group shouted in unison again.

After thoroughly indulging her big-sister-boss fantasy, Xiao Wu leaned over Su Chen's bed and deftly smoothed out the bedding before turning and running outside.

"What are you doing?" Su Chen asked.

"Collecting protection money!" Xiao Wu patted her shriveled money pouch. "My little treasury is starving for funds."

Before her words had even faded, she had already darted out.

Su Chen shook his head. This rabbit had become a money-grubber, a capitalist in the making.

He flopped onto his bed, crossed one leg over the other, and summoned the system panel.

That old bastard Tang Hao had not only smashed up Spirit Hall, he had even hit everyone with indiscriminate AOE.

He had to give him something special.

His gaze swept through the system store before landing directly on [High-Level Bad Luck Talisman: Price 500 Abstract Value].

This was an upgraded version of the one he had used to screw over Tang San before. The bad luck duration had been extended from one hour to three.

It was built to last. Everyone who used it said it was great.

"System, precisely place this High-Level Bad Luck Talisman in Tang Hao's Storage Soul Tool."

[Ding! Receiving command...]

[Operation failed! No Storage Soul Tool detected on the target!]

Su Chen's eyes widened, and he rolled over to sit up.

It failed? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

The mighty Clear Sky Douluo, the youngest Titled Douluo publicly known on the continent, did not even have a Storage Soul Tool.

He was actually worse off than Gangzi.

Still, after giving it some thought, it did make sense.

If Old Rat had possessed a storage ring, Ah Yin's hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone would have been kept on him long ago. Why would he have stashed it in a cave behind a waterfall?

"So poor bastards don't deserve to be messed with, huh?" Su Chen cursed as he lay back down.

Since he could not deal with Old Rat, he would keep targeting Little Scumbag instead.

A father's debts were paid by his son. That was only natural.

Just as he was considering some new trick to use on Tang San, the dorm door was slammed open with a bang.

Xiao Wu rushed in frantically, her face brimming with excitement.

"Boss! Huge news!"

Su Chen glanced at her. Judging by her expression, this was definitely some juicy gossip.

"What, did you collect a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins?"

"It's not about money!" Xiao Wu said excitedly. "That evil brat Tang San ran away from the academy with his eunuch teacher!"

Su Chen sat up again.

He had just been about to mess with Little Scumbag, and Yu Xiaogang had already taken him and run off?

It was unexpected, yet perfectly reasonable.

Gangzi's tiny bit of self-respect had long since been trampled to pieces. The only reason he had managed to tough it out at Notting Academy for a year was because Tang San, with his twin Martial Souls, represented his hope of turning things around.

As for where they had gone?

It was obvious without even thinking. They had definitely gone to join Flender's no-name college that only accepted "monsters"—Shrek Academy.

Xiao Wu continued, "Before that eunuch ran away, he even left a letter stuck to the door. He wrote something about how sparrows could never understand a swan's ambition, and how if this place would not keep him, another place would. He even wrote something like, 'Do not mock a poor middle-aged man.'"

Su Chen laughed.

That old bastard's literary skills had improved after getting cut. He had even written himself a whole thirty-years-east-of-the-river, thirty-years-west-of-the-river script.

Did he think he was Xiao Huohuo?

And did he think that just because he ran to Suotuo City, Su Chen could not mess with them anymore?

What a fool's dream. Pure wishful thinking.

Little did they know, a thread of fate connected them online—cherish this bond.

He would follow the internet cable and mess with them.

Hehehe!

Su Chen reopened the system panel and locked onto his target.

"System, place the High-Level Bad Luck Talisman into Tang San's Soul Tool!"

[Ding! Deployment successful!]

A monk could run, but the temple could not.

Little Scumbag, prepare to receive this young master's cross-province pursuit.

Balak Kingdom.

Outside Suotuo City, Shrek Academy.

The place was so rundown that it did not even have a proper gate, and chicken droppings still clung to its signboard.

After learning that Yu Xiaogang had been ambushed by Spirit Hall and turned into a eunuch, Flender had been furious as well.

Spirit Hall had treated his good brother like this. They simply had no respect for him, the Four-Eyed Owl.

If Yu Xiaogang had not stopped him, he would have gone to demand an explanation from the bishop of Suotuo City's Spirit Branch Hall.

Then, through Flender's under-the-table maneuvering, Yu Xiaogang successfully secured a position as an instructor, specifically responsible for training Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar.

As for Dai Mubai, he was still in the Star Luo Empire getting beaten senseless by his older brother and had not escaped yet.

Yu Xiaogang was very satisfied with this arrangement.

Ma Hongjun was an Evil Fire "weakling," while Oscar was a food-type soul master with innate full Soul Power. Both had decent talent and were barely worthy of receiving his "Grandmaster" guidance.

Of course, the most important one was still his precious disciple Tang San. He was the living test subject for Yu Xiaogang's theories.

After class.

Yu Xiaogang called Tang San alone into his office.

As his direct disciple, Tang San naturally had to receive extra instruction.

"Little San, how much of today's Martial Soul knowledge did you truly understand?"

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, deliberately lowering his shrill duck-like voice and putting on an unfathomable air.

Tang San bowed respectfully. "I have engraved Teacher's teachings in my heart and benefited greatly from them. Teacher's theories are invincible under heaven."

Yu Xiaogang nodded, thoroughly pleased. That flattery had felt wonderful.

Tang San then straightened up and brushed a hand over Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night.

"Teacher, this disciple has recently crafted a hidden weapon for self-defense called Sand-Shooting Shadow. I wish to offer it to Teacher in gratitude for your guidance."

As he spoke, he held up an exquisite metal box with both hands and presented it.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up.

He had seen Tang San's hidden weapons before. They could even kill a Mandala Snake—they were absolutely invaluable for preserving one's life!

With this thing, he would have some protection if he encountered danger in the future.

After all, Luo Sanpao could do nothing except fart, and he could only let out three pathetic farts at a time.

"You're thoughtful. I'll accept this hidden weapon." Yu Xiaogang reached out to take it.

At that very second, the High-Level Bad Luck Talisman quietly took effect inside Tang San's Soul Tool.

As Tang San handed over the hidden weapon, his fingers suddenly twitched violently for no reason!

As if possessed, his thumb pressed the trigger on the side of the metal box.

Click.

The crisp sound of a mechanism firing rang out in the quiet office.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several fine needles shot forth with lightning speed.

The two were standing extremely close, face-to-face. Tang San was bent over, and the height at which Yu Xiaogang reached out to receive it happened to align perfectly with Yu Xiaogang's lower half.

The hidden weapon attack came down like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, every needle striking with flawless precision into Yu Xiaogang's already-empty manhood, where only half a testicle remained.

The old wound had healed! New needles had arrived!

Tang San looked up, and his mind buzzed as he completely froze on the spot.

Yu Xiaogang was utterly dumbfounded as well.

"Aaaah!!!"

The next second!

A miserable, pig-slaughtering scream tore through the skies above Shrek Academy.

The shrill cry was so terrifying that two crows fell right out of the tree at the village entrance.

Yu Xiaogang clutched his crotch with both hands, his eyeballs bulging. He looked exactly like a giant shrimp boiled alive as he bent sharply over.

The sorrow of having half a testicle left hurt so badly that he rolled around wildly on the ground.