The Theory Master Becomes a Theory Eunuch

The venom of the Mandala Snake possessed extreme corrosive and paralytic properties.

Yu Xiaogang's lower extremities bore the brunt of the attack, his flesh blackening and festering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tang San's eyes were wide with fury, his gaze locked onto the massive, dark green serpent coiled around the tree trunk.

"You vile beast, I'll kill you!!!"

Ignoring the danger, he drew the short sword from his waist and charged headlong at the Mandala Snake.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill within his body operated at an overload, and a brilliant white radiance erupted from his Mysterious Jade Hands.

He darted left and right using the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

Seizing the moment when the Mandala Snake's old strength had faded and its new strength had yet to form, he leaped high into the air. He drove his short sword into the serpent's gaping maw, piercing deep into its upper palate and straight into its brain.

The Mandala Snake let out a shrill, piercing hiss, its massive body twisting and thrashing wildly, snapping several nearby trees in half.

Like a lone boat in a raging storm, Tang San relied on the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to narrowly dodge the lethal strikes.

After struggling for a full half-stick of incense, the Mandala Snake finally went completely rigid amidst a pool of black blood.

A dazzling yellow spirit ring slowly rose from its body.

Tang San collapsed to his knees, his hands and feet icy as he crawled toward Yu Xiaogang.

"San..."

Yu Xiaogang's voice was as thin as a thread, and the clothing on his lower body had completely dissolved.

That indescribable area had turned into a mass of charred, rotting flesh, and the toxins were spreading from the base of his thighs throughout his entire body.

Upon seeing the severity of the wounds, Tang San felt his hands and feet go cold.

He could only neutralize common toxins; the Mandala Snake's venom was far too tyrannical and had already seeped into the bone marrow.

Furthermore, the location of the injury was too sensitive to properly bandage or drain the poison.

"Teacher, the toxin is spreading too fast, I... I can't do anything," Tang San said, his voice trembling.

Yu Xiaogang's features were twisted in agony, cold sweat soaking his back.

He could clearly feel his lower body losing sensation; the Grim Reaper was beckoning to him.

He did not want to die.

He still had to prove his Ten Core Competencies to the world, he still had to watch Tang San become a Titled Douluo, and he had to trample that little brat Su Chen under his feet!

"San..." Yu Xiaogang grabbed Tang San's wrist, his eyes bloodshot, and spoke word by word: "Take the sword... cut it off!"

Tang San felt as if he had been struck by lightning, frozen in place.

"Teacher, what are you saying?!"

"The poison has entered my body. If you don't cut it off... I will die." Yu Xiaogang's eyes were scarlet, like a desperate gambler who had lost everything: "Cut it off... save my life!"

Cut it off? That was a man's pride and joy!

Tang San's hand holding the sword trembled.

"Teacher, this..."

"Do it!" Yu Xiaogang roared, black blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, "For your future... for my theories... I cannot die! Do it!"

Tang San's eyes turned red.

A teacher for a day is a father for life.

To save his own life, his teacher was willing to sacrifice even a man's dignity!

This debt of gratitude was as heavy as Mount Tai!

"Teacher, forgive me!"

Tang San steeled his heart, channeling his Mysterious Heaven Skill into the short sword until the blade shimmered with a cold light.

He raised his hand and brought the blade down.

"Squelch!"

Viscous black blood splattered.

That mass of charred, rotting flesh, along with the source of the toxin, was severed at the root and rolled into the grass.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a harrowing, inhuman scream toward the heavens, his eyes rolling back as he fainted from the sheer agony.

Tang San quickly pressed several major acupoints on Yu Xiaogang's lower body to stop the bleeding, pulled out a handful of golden medicinal powder to sprinkle over the wound, and tore off the hem of his robe to bind it haphazardly.

After finishing, Tang San looked at his blood-stained hands, then at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang, and finally at the yellow spirit ring not far away.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times heavily.

"Teacher, your kindness is something this disciple could never repay, even if my body were shattered to pieces."

"Su Chen, you humiliated me first and insulted my teacher second; this grudge shall not be shared under the same sky!"

Tang San wiped away his tears, sat cross-legged beside the corpse of the Mandala Snake, and began to draw in the century-old spirit ring, absorbing it with a frantic intensity.

His teacher had said that his Blue Silver Grass needed to absorb a poison attribute to follow the path of a control-type soul master.

And this four-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake was perfectly suited to be his first soul ring.

Once I absorb this Mandala Snake soul ring, it will be time for Su Chen to pay his blood debt!

At the same time.

Notting Academy, second floor of the dormitory seven cafeteria.

Su Chen was leaning back in his chair, happily eating a meat bun, while Xiao Wu stood behind him, obediently kneading his shoulders.

[Ding! Detected a heaven-defying deviation in Tang San's fate line! The filial son Tang San has personally severed his mentor's lower path!]

[Triggered super abstract event, "The Birth of a Physical Eunuch"!]

[Obtained 5000 points of abstract value!]

Pfft!

Cough, cough, cough, cough!

Su Chen spat out a mouthful of bun, choking so hard that tears nearly streamed from his eyes.

His face was full of astonishment, but then the corners of his mouth curled up wildly, his body trembling as he tried to hold back his laughter.

He swore that he had only planted a single Snake-Stink Grass, just wanting to give the little brat a taste of the harsh realities of wilderness survival.

Who could have imagined that this peerless "good disciple" would not only sabotage his teacher but also personally sever Yu Xiaogang's worldly ties!

What a filial son!

Su Chen rubbed his chin, imagining the scene in his mind.

The master of theory had become a master of eunuchs.

This was too hilarious.

5000 points of abstract value—this haul was massive.

"Oh, you little brat, your level of 'respecting the teacher and valuing the Way' is getting higher and higher."

Xiao Wu felt a chill run down her spine from his laughter and asked cautiously.

"Boss, what are you laughing at? It's kind of scary."

"Nothing, just thought of something happy."

Su Chen suppressed the wild joy at the corners of his mouth and opened the system panel.

He scanned the shop and decisively locked onto an item.

[Memory Crystal: Can record and replay real images of past events, price: 500 abstract points.]

Su Chen bought a Memory Crystal and set the target to the scene of Yu Xiaogang's self-castration.

Redeem!

Target specified: The scene of Yu Xiaogang's self-castration!

With a flash of white light, a crystal-clear stone landed in his palm.

Once Tang San and Yu Xiaogang returned, he would place this thing in the academy square.

Tsk!

That scene! Just thinking about it was thrilling!

He tossed the crystal-clear Memory Crystal into the air, caught it steadily, and tucked it into his pocket.

The chips for the show were ready; he was just waiting for the main characters to take the stage.

And in these past few days!

Notting Academy had completely entered the "Su Chen Era."

Led by Xiao Wu, the work-study students of dormitory seven had launched a reshuffling operation that swept through the entire school.

Xiao Wu was naturally a troublemaker who feared nothing.

Ever since she learned that Su Chen could keep her safe, this hundred-thousand-year-old hooligan rabbit had completely let herself go.

Using Su Chen's name, she fought her way from the first-floor cafeteria all the way to the sixth-grade dormitories.

Whenever any high-grade noble student dared to act up, Xiao Wu would immediately hit them with an Eight-Stage Drop. If they encountered a tough nut, Su Chen would stroll over and draw his long sword.

It didn't matter if the opponent was the sixth-grade boss Xiao Chenyu or a noble student who fancied himself a genius; he treated them all the same.

They would hit the floor on both knees, slide forward to greet him, and catch his sword with both hands—the movements were uniform and synchronized.

Within three days!

The title of the top dog of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy had fallen to Su Chen without a shadow of a doubt.

Even the teachers in the academy, seeing Su Chen's bizarre methods, chose to turn a blind eye. As long as he didn't kill anyone, they let him do as he pleased.