Gangzi's Confidence, Jiang Yu About to Die?

Tang San was truly afraid now.

Having lived two lives, this was the first time Tang San felt death so close to him.

Tang San had no doubt that if those two spikes advanced even half an inch, they would instantly pierce his throat.

Seeing the terror on Tang San's face, Jiang Yu could not help but sneer.

"Hehe, you're right!"

"This is a school. Killing people really wouldn't be appropriate."

As his words fell, the two Blue Silver Grass spikes pressed against Tang San and Xiao Wu's throats slowly retracted, turning back into soft vines.

With the lethal threat at his neck gone, Tang San finally let out a long breath. His back was already drenched in cold sweat.

"However, while you may be spared from death, you won't escape punishment!"

Jiang Yu continued, looking at Tang San.

Tang San's heart, which had only just settled, immediately leaped into his throat again.

Jiang Yu's gaze traveled back and forth over Tang San's body before finally settling on the jade belt around his waist.

The jade belt was inlaid with twenty-four milky-white jade stones of identical size. It was clearly no ordinary item.

Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges!

A storage soul tool!? It would be just right for him.

With that thought, a slender stalk of Blue Silver Grass lashed out, and Tang San's belt landed directly in Jiang Yu's hand.

"This is a nice item. I'll take it as payment for sparing your life!"

Holding the belt, Jiang Yu weighed it in his hand and smiled in satisfaction.

Seeing his storage soul tool snatched away by Jiang Yu, Tang San seemed to have been provoked beyond reason and began roaring.

"Give it back! Give me back my soul tool!"

Tang San did not know where he found the strength, but he struggled violently and actually broke free from most of the Blue Silver Grass binding him. He charged madly at Jiang Yu, trying to snatch back the belt.

"Hm? You still have strength left!"

"But it's useless. Get lost!"

"Blue Silver Whip Strike!"

Jiang Yu was quite surprised to see Tang San break free of the Blue Silver Grass, but with a thought—

Countless Blue Silver Grass vines instantly gathered before him, twisting into an incomparably thick green whip.

Then, with a howl that tore through the air, it lashed fiercely toward Tang San's chest!

"Puh..."

The long whip struck Tang San squarely across the chest, producing a dull sound of flesh bursting.

Tang San was instantly sent flying as though struck by a massive blow. He sprayed out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with its string cut before crashing heavily onto the ground seven or eight meters away and falling completely unconscious.

"Hmph, I'll spare your dog lives today!"

With that, Jiang Yu quickly left the area.

This was not a place to linger.

That madman Tang Hao, who was absurdly protective of his son—who knew where he was?

Even if he was not here now, once he learned that his son had been beaten into this state, he would definitely not let Jiang Yu off.

Therefore, he had to leave Notting City as soon as possible.

A heart-rending pain surged from his chest, and Tang San jolted awake from his unconsciousness.

"Third Brother, you're awake!"

A pretty face streaked with tears leaned close. Seeing Tang San open his eyes, Xiao Wu was both startled and overjoyed.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Yu Xiaogang walked in carrying a bowl of dark medicinal soup.

"Little San, you're awake! That's wonderful!"

"Quick, drink the medicine while it's hot. I specially prepared this healing medicine for you." Yu Xiaogang brought the bowl to the bedside.

But Tang San did not take the bowl. He abruptly sat up, pulling at the wound on his chest and grimacing in pain, yet he paid it no heed.

"Wait, where's Jiang Yu? Where's that bastard?!"

Only then did Tang San react. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot again as he struggled to get out of bed.

Yu Xiaogang immediately stepped forward and held him down. "Little San, calm down! There's no need to chase him. I just received word that Jiang Yu has already applied to graduate and left the school."

"What?! My soul tool!"

"Inside the soul tool... are all my hidden weapons... and also..."

At those words, Tang San's expression immediately turned extremely ugly.

He knew that inside his storage soul tool, aside from the hidden weapons he had crafted, were also the Tang Sect secret techniques he had compiled.

Originally, Tang San had believed that keeping the Tang Sect's most important secrets within Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges was the safest option.

But he never could have imagined that Jiang Yu would actually snatch the soul tool away.

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he absolutely could not allow the Tang Sect's secret techniques to fall into an outsider's hands!

This was a sect rule engraved into his bones!

Seeing Tang San so distraught and frantic, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly began to comfort him.

"Little San, don't worry!"

"Jiang Yu will be dead soon!"

Yu Xiaogang said with complete confidence.

"Jiang Yu is about to die!?"

Tang San and Xiao Wu both froze, looking at Yu Xiaogang in utter confusion.

"That's right... Little San, you must have seen Jiang Yu's first soul ring too, right?" Yu Xiaogang asked as he pushed up his glasses.

"Jiang Yu's soul ring?"

"I remember now. It was purple... a thousand-year soul ring!"

"Teacher, isn't the limit for a first soul ring 423 years!? How could Jiang Yu possibly have a thousand-year soul ring!"

Tang San asked in confusion.

"That is precisely where the problem lies!"

"According to my core theory, after countless comparisons of records and historical research, the absorption limit for a Soul Master's first soul ring is 423 years! This is an iron law that no one has ever been able to break!"

"Anyone who attempts to exceed that limit will ultimately meet only one end—exploding to death!"

Yu Xiaogang stated with absolute certainty, his tone filled with complete confidence in his own theory.

"Jiang Yu actually dared to absorb a thousand-year soul ring as his first one. In my view, this is the stupidest and most arrogant act in the world! A Soul Master's body simply cannot withstand the violent soul power impact of a thousand-year soul ring!"

"Don't be fooled by the powerful soul skill Jiang Yu obtained from that thousand-year soul ring!"

"If I'm not mistaken, he must be suffering the agonizing backlash of soul power every moment right now! His meridians, internal organs, and bones are all being torn apart by that enormous, uncontrollable soul power!"

"Jiang Yu may very soon—even within the next few days—explode to death because his body cannot bear the soul power of a thousand-year soul ring!"

Yu Xiaogang spoke so vividly that it was as though he had already witnessed Jiang Yu's miserable death firsthand.

Yu Xiaogang was also extremely angry that Jiang Yu had called him trash.

However, the moment he thought of Jiang Yu dying soon, the anger in Yu Xiaogang's heart instantly vanished.

In Yu Xiaogang's eyes, there was no need to be angry at someone who was about to die.

"Hmph! That hateful Jiang Yu deserves to die!"

Xiao Wu angrily waved her little fist at the side.

Whenever she thought about how Jiang Yu had hung her in midair like a tied rice dumpling, her teeth itched with hatred.

"Hah... Good. It's good if he dies!"

After hearing Yu Xiaogang's analysis, Tang San's tightly wound nerves finally relaxed, and he let out a long breath.

Since Jiang Yu was about to die, there was no longer any risk of the Tang Sect's secret techniques being exposed.

Dead people could not reveal secrets.

The only pity was that the hidden weapons he had painstakingly crafted would likely be buried alongside Jiang Yu.

"So, Little San!... From now on, your cultivation must follow my theories completely and meticulously!"

"A Soul Master's path of cultivation is fraught with peril at every step. There can be no carelessness or wishful thinking... One wrong step could lead to eternal ruin! Jiang Yu is the best negative example for you!"

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately struck while the iron was hot and began lecturing Tang San earnestly.

"Yes, Teacher! I understand!"

Tang San hurriedly replied.

He no longer had the slightest doubt about Yu Xiaogang's theories, and even the dejection from being defeated by Jiang Yu had been swept away.

"Alright, drink the medicine first. It will help your injuries." Yu Xiaogang once again handed the bowl of pitch-black medicine to Tang San.

"Yes, Teacher!"

Tang San did not hesitate in the slightest. He took the bowl, and the pungent bitter smell rushed straight at him.