Tang Hao's Humiliation: The Reason He Was Spared Was to Make Him a Whetstone!

Three days later, Yu Xiaogang woke up.

When he learned that the headmaster of Notting Academy was actually going to drive out an old friend like him for Meng Chen's sake, a flush rose to his pale cheeks, and he burned with indignation.

"Fine, I'll leave! Does Yu Xiaogang really care about this dump of yours?"

"Xiao San, I originally planned to wait until you graduated before taking you to my friend's place. Since he's chasing us out now, we'll go to my friend's instead. There's no reason to stay in this dump."

Forcing himself to endure, Yu Xiaogang had Tang San help him pack his luggage.

"Teacher, that friend of yours is...?" Tang San asked tentatively. He thought of the Shrek Academy he had visited in his dream.

At the mention of Flender, a trace of pride appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face.

"When I was young, I formed a group called the Golden Iron Triangle with two friends. We were quite famous across the continent."

"My friend is the Flying Horn among them. He is now a seven-ring Soul Sage."

"He opened a Soul Master academy called Shrek Academy outside Soto City. It only accepts monsters. Every student who graduates from Shrek becomes a renowned figure on the continent. One of them even became Spirit Hall's youngest elder."

"A Soul Sage!"

Tang San's pupils trembled. His teacher's friend was actually a Soul Sage, one of the truly powerful Soul Masters, capable of holding off thousands of troops alone!

Their Saint Soul Village had earned its name because it had once produced a Soul Sage.

Tang San immediately nodded repeatedly and helped Yu Xiaogang out of the infirmary.

More than an hour later, Tang San had packed his luggage, and Yu Xiaogang had hired a carriage that waited at the academy gates.

Amid the gatekeepers' mocking laughter, Tang San helped Yu Xiaogang onto the carriage and stowed their luggage.

Before entering the carriage, Tang San turned back for one last look at Notting Academy, traces of hatred surfacing in his eyes.

Meng Chen, the humiliation you brought me—one day, I will repay it tenfold!

The coachman cracked his whip, and the carriage slowly set off, leaving Notting Academy behind.

Watching the carriage fade into the distance, one of the gatekeepers spat on the ground.

"Serves them right!"

That night, the moon hung like a silver disc, the stars spilled like a waterfall, and the night sky was magnificent and beautiful.

A burly figure appeared outside the dormitory. Yet just as he took a step forward, a blood-red, graceful figure appeared and blocked his path.

Ye Xishui looked at Tang Hao. A languid smile touched her beautiful face as her red lips parted, her voice seductive as she warned him, "Leave. You can't hurt that little fellow. If you leave now, no one will be harmed. But if you insist on making a move, you will die."

"How would I know without trying?"

Tang Hao spoke in a low voice as the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—nine soul rings emerged, their dazzling colors floating around him. Though their aura was imposing, there was a hint of weakness beneath its domineering force, as though he was all bark and no bite.

The sudden, overwhelming pressure jolted awake all the students and teachers of Notting Academy.

Ye Xishui glanced at Tang Hao's soul ring configuration, a scrutinizing look appearing in her beautiful eyes. "Level ninety-five, with one hundred-thousand-year soul ring. Not bad."

The Titled Douluo of this era differed in rank from those of her era.

In this era, levels ninety-one to ninety-five were called "Titled Douluo," levels ninety-six to ninety-eight were "Peak Douluo," while level ninety-nine was known as "Ultimate Douluo."

In her era, levels ninety-one to ninety-four were "Titled Douluo," levels ninety-five to ninety-eight were "Super Douluo," while level ninety-nine was known as "Limit Douluo."

The next moment, Tang Hao sensed a chilling pressure radiating from Ye Xishui. Unlike his own domineering brutality, hers was a terror that struck directly at the soul!

Then Tang Hao saw a soul ring configuration unlike anything he had ever seen in his life.

Six black and three red—nine soul rings rose from beneath Ye Xishui's feet, circling her mature, proud, graceful figure. The black was profound, the red demonic.

The soul power fluctuations emitted by the rings alone caused space itself to solidify, and Tang Hao's breathing hitched.

Tang Hao's pupils contracted violently, disbelief flooding his face.

Six ten-thousand-year soul rings, three hundred-thousand-year soul rings!

How was that possible? Even Spirit Hall's Grand Consecrator only had eight black and one red. This mysterious woman was even more terrifying than the Grand Consecrator!

Ye Xishui did not even reveal her martial soul. With soul power pressure alone, she made it difficult for Tang Hao to move. The circulation of his soul power became strained, and his body swayed as though he might collapse at any moment.

"Still want to try?" Ye Xishui asked Tang Hao. He fell silent.

If Ye Xishui had possessed the same two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red rings as him, even if she were one or two levels above him, he would have dared to try.

But Ye Xishui possessed the unprecedented configuration of six black and three red, and she gave him the same feeling as Spirit Hall's Grand Consecrator.

Tang Hao felt nothing but profound helplessness.

He looked at Ye Xishui and could not help asking, "Who exactly are you?"

Ye Xishui said, "Isn't it obvious? I am that little fellow's protector. Until he has grown strong enough, I will protect him."

"If you're his protector, why are you letting me leave?"

Tang Hao did not understand. If this woman intended to protect Meng Chen, shouldn't she kill him? Why let him go?

Ye Xishui guessed what Tang Hao was thinking and smiled. "It's simple. Killing you would be as easy as crushing an ant, but it would have no meaning. Your life should be saved for the future, for that little fellow. Only then will it have greater value."

Tang Hao understood. This mysterious woman was treating him as Meng Chen's future touchstone, intending to use him as training for Meng Chen!

A wave of humiliation rose in Tang Hao's heart.

He was the mighty Clear Sky Douluo, the youngest Titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent, yet someone was treating him like a whetstone. It was the greatest humiliation!

Tang Hao's eyes reddened. He panted like an enraged bull, gritted his teeth, and roared, "I, Tang Hao, will remember today's humiliation! If you want to use me as a whetstone, that will depend on whether the blade you raise is hard enough!"

After leaving behind that threat, Tang Hao's power erupted. He forcibly broke free from Ye Xishui's suppression, then turned and vanished into the night after several great leaps.

What Tang Hao did not know was that Ye Xishui had already left a soul mark on him to monitor his movements.

Sensing the powerful pressure vanish, everyone in Notting Academy breathed a sigh of relief, believing only that some powerful expert had passed through Notting City.

Notting Academy returned to peace.

At the same time, in Meng Chen's dormitory.

Ye Xishui appeared beside Meng Chen's bed. His roommates' eyes were vacant, all of them trapped in a dazed state.

"Little fellow, I have dealt with Tang Hao as you instructed."

Ye Xishui said with a smile. The decision not to kill Tang Hao had actually been Meng Chen's.

Meng Chen had long expected Tang Hao to come looking for trouble because of Tang San, but having Ye Xishui kill Tang Hao just like that would be far too boring.

He wanted to wait until he had grown strong enough, then kill Tang Hao with his own hands. Only then would it feel truly satisfying.

Elsewhere, Tang Hao left Notting City and returned to Saint Soul Village, furious beyond measure.

He looked back toward Notting Academy, blazing fury igniting in his weathered eyes as he growled angrily.

"Meng Chen, Meng Chen indeed! You're nothing more than a mutated martial soul with innate full soul power. You only defeated Xiao San once by sheer luck, yet you really think you're invincible?"

"My son Tang San has twin martial souls and the potential to become a god. Who will become whose stepping stone is still uncertain!"