Little Sanzi, You're Not Good Enough Either!

The evening of the fourth day.

Behind the back gate of Notting Academy, a carriage came to a halt.

Tang San, his face haggard and teeth gritted, half-carried and half-dragged Yu Xiaogang out of the carriage.

In this Notting City, Yu Xiaogang was, after all, a man of some standing.

For the sake of his ridiculous pride, he had stubbornly refused to let Tang San summon a healing-type Spirit Master.

As the dignified "invincible in theory" Grandmaster, he would rather die than let anyone know he had been physically castrated.

And so, he had endured the agonizing rot in his lower body, suffering through the bumpy journey, and snuck back into the academy.

One could only say that Yu Xiaogang's vitality was like that of a cockroach.

Every half-step he moved, a piercing pain shot through his lower regions.

Tang San helped him into that cluttered office and laid him carefully onto the bed.

"Teacher, rest well. I'm going to brew your medicine!"

Tang San said, suppressing the sorrow in his heart.

Yu Xiaogang's hand suddenly gripped the corner of Tang San's robe.

"San..."

As he spoke, his voice was thin, effeminate, and carried a thick, eunuch-like quality that made Tang San shiver uncontrollably.

"Go... go and cripple that brat Su Chen for me!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, his features twisted by extreme malice.

"Use your first spirit ring! Use the poison of the Mandala Snake! I want him to wish he were dead!"

If not for Su Chen, he would never have been so eager for quick success and taken Tang San to the Soul Hunting Forest.

And he would never have ended up in this neither-man-nor-ghost state.

He blamed the disaster of his severed root entirely on Su Chen.

At this moment, the resentment radiating from Yu Xiaogang was enough to sustain ten Evil Sword Immortals.

At the mention of Su Chen, a cold glint flashed in the depths of Tang San's eyes.

"Rest assured, Teacher."

"Not only have I absorbed a century-old spirit ring, but my Blue Silver Grass now carries a potent neurotoxic paralysis, and my spirit power has broken through to level thirteen!"

Tang San clenched his fists, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"Su Chen's low-class control techniques are now nothing more than a joke! I will cripple him tomorrow and use his miserable state to prove the invincibility of your theories!"

Hearing this assurance, a faint smile finally squeezed onto Yu Xiaogang's pale face.

After settling Yu Xiaogang, Tang San immediately sat cross-legged and began to meditate and regulate his breathing.

The next day.

The Notting Academy playground.

A large rattan chair was placed in the center of the field.

Su Chen lounged on it comfortably, eyes closed to rest his mind.

Wang Sheng stood to the side, fanning him vigorously with a large cattail-leaf fan.

Xiao Wu held a plate of crystal-clear, washed grapes, obediently peeling the skins and popping them into Su Chen's mouth one by one.

This is the life!

Su Chen sighed to himself.

Whether they were work-study students or the group of upper-year nobles led by Xiao Chenyu, everyone stood by obediently and respectfully.

They didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, fearing they might disturb this living King of Hell.

It's been so many days; that little brat should be back by now.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

An angry voice reached his ears.

"Su Chen."

The crowd instinctively parted to create a path.

Tang San, who had been searching for a long time, walked into the center of the field.

Seeing Su Chen being waited on like a young master, the evil fire in Tang San's heart surged straight to his crown!

Why?

I barely escaped death in the Soul Hunting Forest, and Teacher has even lost his manhood!

And yet, the culprit behind it all was acting like a king here?

Su Chen slowly chewed the grape in his mouth, lazily lifting his eyelids.

"Yo, isn't this the high disciple of the master of theory?"

Tang San narrowed his eyes, quickly suppressing his killing intent and assuming a posture of righteous indignation.

"Su Chen, I told you that when I obtained my first spirit ring, I would return."

"Back then, you relied on having a spirit ring to bully me. Now that I have also obtained my first spirit ring, today, we shall have a fair and square duel!"

He turned his gaze toward the surrounding crowd and continued, speaking with righteous fervor.

"As a member of Dormitory Seven, you spend your days indulging in pleasure, using your bizarre spirit skills to oppress your fellow students."

"Today, on behalf of everyone, I have come to see exactly how much real skill you have!"

Su Chen was left stunned by what he heard.

Truly worthy of the pure and noble Tang God King.

This ability to shift the blame was impressive; he had managed to paint himself as a savior while portraying Su Chen as a heinous villain.

Even if what he said was technically true.

The surrounding students looked at each other in confusion. Aside from the work-study students, most did not recognize this greenhorn who had suddenly appeared.

They couldn't fathom how this kid dared to challenge Boss Su.

Xiao Chenyu lowered his voice and sneered, "Did this bumpkin get kicked in the head by a spirit beast? He dares to pick a fight with Boss Su?"

Wang Sheng snorted from the side, "Must be. Who knows what kind of spirit ring that master helped him obtain."

These comments fell clearly into Tang San's ears.

Tang San sneered inwardly.

A bunch of frogs in a well. With such a high-sounding justification, even if he killed him today, no one would be able to say a word!

He stopped wasting words, and the Mysterious Heaven Skill within his body erupted!

"Su Chen, make your move."

A pale blue light surged from his palm, and a small blue blade of grass manifested in his hand.

"Blue Silver Grass?"

"Hahaha, a trash spirit dares to challenge Boss Su?"

Seeing Tang San's martial spirit, many began to mock him.

Immediately following that.

A bright yellow ring of light slowly rose from beneath Tang San's feet!

A century-old spirit ring!

The entire training ground instantly erupted in chaos, with gasps and exclamations rising one after another!

This kid actually had a century-old spirit ring.

Listening to the surrounding exclamations, Tang San could no longer suppress the curve of his lips.

He pointed a finger at Su Chen, his tone that of a judge looking down from on high.

"Su Chen, if you admit defeat now, I can go a little easier on you."

According to the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record General Outline, once an enemy is identified, if they have a path to death, there is no need to show mercy.

And Su Chen was the very person who had pushed that path to death to the extreme.

Su Chen stood up and casually brushed off his hem.

"Oh my, a century-old spirit ring. I'm so scared."

Xiao Wu nimbly stepped aside, crossing her arms over her chest, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

She knew all too well how ridiculous that broken sword of Su Chen's was.

This ugly kid was about to lose face again.

"Since you insist on seeking a thrill, I'll grant your wish."

Su Chen lightly gripped the air with his right hand, and the Heart of Rules in the form of a sword appeared in his grasp. A yellow spirit ring rose from beneath his feet as well.

Seeing that damned sword, killing intent flared openly in Tang San's eyes.

It was this thing that had caused him to suffer such humiliation! Today, he would take it all back with interest!

"First spirit skill, Bind!"

Tang San manipulated the Blue Silver Grass to attack Su Chen from multiple directions.

At the same time, he stepped into the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his figure turning into a blur as he charged toward Su Chen.

The teacher had said it!

Once spirit power undergoes a qualitative change, any inferior control skill will completely crumble!

He was a level thirteen Spirit Master!

What could Su Chen possibly use to block him?!

However.

Facing the sky-filling Blue Silver vines, Su Chen smiled with disdain.

A mere Mother's Embrace, daring to show off before an expert.

He gripped the sword hilt and slashed forward casually.

"100% Barehanded Blade Catch."

Tang San, who was rapidly approaching, suddenly stiffened!

Oh no!

Tang San cried out in his heart!

His sprinting legs completely slipped out of his brain's control, and his knees buckled in a bizarre fashion!

"Bang!"

A dull, thunderous sound rang out.

Tang San's knees slammed into the muddy ground.

Under the pull of the law's power, just like the first time he met Su Chen, he slid all the way forward, stopping with pinpoint accuracy right in front of Su Chen!

His hands were uncontrollably raised high above his head.

"Clap!"

He clamped onto Su Chen's descending blade with a death grip!

As for those aggressive Blue Silver Grass vines, the moment Tang San knelt, they lost all their spirit power support.

They fell limply to the ground, dissolving into specks of blue light.

Maintaining the ridiculous posture of kneeling with his hands raised high, Tang San's mind went completely blank.

His eyes bulged so far they nearly popped out of their sockets.

How is this possible?!

Why did it end up like this?!

Didn't Teacher say that a qualitative change in spirit power could grant immunity to low-level crowd control?!

He was level thirteen! A peerless genius with twin spirits!

Why did he still end up kneeling?!

Su Chen looked down from above at Tang San, who was questioning his entire existence, a devilish smile curling at the corners of his lips.

"Little San, you're really not up to the task!"