Yu Xiaogang's Collapse

The next day at noon.

Tang San, who had been waiting for his teacher to come find him, finally took the initiative and went to Yu Xiaogang's dormitory.

He knocked lightly on the door.

"Teacher? It's Tang San. Are you there?"

There was no response.

Tang San's expression outside the door grew solemn.

His teacher had indeed said yesterday that he would come find him.

Yet not only had he failed to come, he would not even see Tang San after he came to the door himself?

Suddenly.

Tang San seemed to realize something, and the solemnity on his face instantly turned into resolve.

So that was it. Just like the Tang Sect in my previous life.

Teacher must want to see my determination before he officially begins teaching me.

With that thought.

Tang San immediately knelt respectfully before Yu Xiaogang's door.

He even kowtowed three times.

Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, saw the scene.

Though he did not quite understand where Yu Xiaogang got the nerve to treat his son this way.

Considering that it could temper Tang San's character.

He did not go straight to Yu Xiaogang.

As time passed.

Xiao Wu was the first to discover Tang San kneeling outside the door.

Remembering the voice from before that had told her to maintain a friendly relationship with him.

So that she would not be captured outright by the Titled Douluo behind him.

Xiao Wu silently carried over Tang San's bedding and placed it beneath his knees.

Tang San was deeply moved.

Tears even streamed down his face.

Xiao Wu was very happy.

Because she knew she most likely would not be captured by the Titled Douluo.

So she even specially brought Tang San dinner.

Of course, it was all carrots.

But in the end, Tang San considered that he had to let Yu Xiaogang see his determination and sincerity.

So he refused both the bedding and dinner.

Until midnight.

Xiao Wu had long since returned to the dormitory to rest.

Tang San, who had knelt hungry for an entire day, could already feel intense weakness spreading through his body.

But what Tang San, whose way of thinking was clearly different from ordinary people, thought was.

As expected of Teacher. He was so strict even when accepting a disciple. I have to persevere.

Seeing Tang San's condition.

Tang Hao felt that the tempering had gone far enough and decided to carry his hammer in to have a talk with Yu Xiaogang.

As for Yu Xiaogang.

He had actually awakened at noon.

But the pain coursing through his body and the weakness caused by having his bloodline origin extracted left him unable to move.

He had even heard Tang San knocking, but he simply could not respond.

Just as he thought Tang San would push the door open himself.

For some reason, the other party never made a move.

Yu Xiaogang waited and waited.

Until he fainted from hunger, then was awakened again by the gnawing hunger.

Only to discover that Tang San still had not come in!

If this continued, Yu Yuan would have spared Yu Xiaogang's life for nothing.

"Help!"

Unfortunately, his voice was too weak. No one heard him at all.

So Yu Xiaogang forcibly dragged his weakened body and rolled off the bed, crashing onto the floor.

He had to crawl closer to the door, or he truly would starve to death.

So when Tang Hao entered, what he saw.

Was the Grandmaster, who had been perfectly fine yesterday, barely crawling across the floor.

Realizing that he seemed to have misunderstood the situation, Tang Hao hurriedly reached out and helped him up.

However.

Crack.

It seemed that this rough man had used a little too much strength.

"Urgh..."

Yu Xiaogang fainted again.

Tang Hao was out of options.

He did not want to reveal his identity in front of Tang San just yet.

So he could only begin using his soul power to heal Yu Xiaogang's injuries.

As for Tang San?

He could kneel a little longer. He had already knelt for so long anyway.

Tang Hao found something very strange as he treated him.

Yu Xiaogang's origin was severely depleted.

Yet surprisingly, before Tang Hao had broken his bones, Yu Xiaogang's aura had remained exceptionally stable.

That was why Tang Hao had not noticed anything was wrong right away.

Who had targeted Yu Xiaogang?

Anyone capable of such a thing could not be weak.

Spirit Hall?

But did this man not know the current Pope?

If not for that, I would never have let him become Tang San's teacher.

So could this method have belonged to an evil soul master?

But were there evil soul masters like that on the continent now?

Before Tang Hao could reach an answer.

The unconscious Yu Xiaogang woke amid a violent coughing fit.

"Cough, cough... Your Majesty Haotian?"

Upon discovering Tang Hao standing beside him, Yu Xiaogang tried to rise and pay his respects.

Only to find that he was already too weak to move.

Fortunately, Tang Hao also noticed his weakness. He signaled that Yu Xiaogang need not get up, then asked.

"No need. What exactly happened here? Why has your origin been depleted to this extent?"

What had happened?

Yu Xiaogang began to recall.

But aside from knowing that he had been attacked, he knew nothing at all.

After all, Yu Yuan had performed the rewind five times.

It would have been strange if Yu Xiaogang had noticed.

Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang could only speak bitterly.

"My apologies, Your Majesty Haotian. I have no recollection."

"Mm."

Tang Hao had not expected Yu Xiaogang to say anything.

After all, even his own senses had not detected any issue last night.

That person had controlled the timing of their attack extremely well.

Yu Xiaogang had been drained to this state, yet Tang Hao had not noticed.

"Wait, Your Majesty Haotian, you said my origin has been depleted?"

Suddenly realizing what Tang Hao had said earlier.

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly asked.

Tang Hao did not answer immediately. He was somewhat worried that Yu Xiaogang would not be able to accept it.

And when Yu Xiaogang saw that Tang Hao did not answer directly.

A terrible premonition immediately rose in his heart.

"Mm. More accurately, it is not depleted. Your martial soul origin was extracted through some method."

Tang Hao finally revealed the truth.

Yu Xiaogang was already a worthless case when it came to martial souls.

Becoming a little more worthless should not matter, right?

Unfortunately.

Tang Hao had overestimated Yu Xiaogang's mental fortitude.

The moment he received Tang Hao's answer, he immediately fell into madness.

"No, impossible. Who would be interested in the martial soul origin of a useless martial soul?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot as he kept muttering about how useless Luo Sanpao was.

So no one would be interested in his martial soul origin.

There had to be some mistake.

Driven nearly senseless by the devastating news, Yu Xiaogang ignored his weakened body.

He forcibly mobilized his soul power and began summoning Luo Sanpao.

"Luo, luo..."

With an exceedingly weak cry.

Luo Sanpao was summoned.

"You... you're Luo Sanpao?"

Yu Xiaogang could hardly believe his eyes.

Luo Sanpao's once-plump body had become abnormally thin and gaunt, its eyes lifeless.

Its purple fur was dry and falling out in patches.

Parts of its yellow skin had also turned gray.

The faintly visible bulge atop its head had disappeared as well.

Luo Sanpao no longer looked like a pig.

It looked somewhat like an old dog suffering from patchy hair loss.

Of course, it could not maintain its form for long.

At the sight of what his martial soul had become, Yu Xiaogang spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then he swiftly passed out.

"Ugh, what a hassle."

Tang Hao, who had just used his soul power to block the sound so Tang San would not notice, helplessly continued treating him.

There was no helping it.

His son was still kneeling outside.