Yu Xiaogang | The Guard Has Already Found His Way to Death!

Old Jack, who was walking at the very front, happened to turn his head and see this scene.

A look of gratification immediately appeared on his face.

"Good... very good..."

Old Jack muttered to himself as he walked.

Seeing these two little ones, who usually didn't get along, now getting along so harmoniously, he, an old man, could finally rest easy.

Nuoding City.

Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy.

A tall archway stood before them, with several vigorous and powerful characters carved into it, looking quite imposing.

As soon as Old Jack led Tang San and Lin Jing to the academy's archway, they were stopped by the guard at the gate.

"Stop!"

The guard was a young man in his twenties, wearing a uniform and holding a stick, eyeing the three of them askance.

"This is a Soul Master Academy, not a place for you country bumpkins to come to."

His eyes were full of disdain, sweeping from Old Jack to Tang San, and then from Tang San to Lin Jing.

That gaze was just like looking at beggars.

As he spoke, he spat on the ground with great disgust.

A thick glob of phlegm landed on the ground.

Lin Jing's brows immediately furrowed.

To avoid the snobbery of guards, Lin Jing had specifically changed into that fine garment worth five Gold Soul Coins before leaving.

But as it turned out, this guard was blind and had completely ignored it.

The look Lin Jing fixed on the guard became very unfriendly.

"Little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village."

Old Jack wore a fawning smile, his waist bent even lower.

"These two children are work-study students from our village and the neighboring Wang Soul Village, here to report today."

As he spoke, he took out the certificate issued by Su Yuntao from his pocket and handed it over.

"Work-study students?"

The young guard sneered.

"Can a golden phoenix really fly out of a grass nest?"

"Get lost, get lost. I've seen plenty of fakes like you."

He waved his hand as if shooing away flies.

"If you don't leave now, I'm going to take action!"

"You...!"

A flash of anger crossed Old Jack's eyes.

But he still suppressed it.

There was no help for it; when one is under the eaves, one must bow one's head.

The young guard glanced at the papers casually.

"Spirit Blue Silver Grass? And Innate Full Soul Power? Funny, this is the biggest joke in the world."

"I've been a gatekeeper at this academy for four years, and I've never heard of a student with Innate Full Soul Power. These two brats have Blue Silver Grass as their spirits, and they're supposed to have full soul power?"

"I think this Spirit Hall certificate must be forged by you."

Hearing such contemptuous mockery again, a genuine killing intent appeared in the depths of Tang San's eyes.

His right hand slowly raised.

His wide sleeve covered his wrist, aiming at the young guard's chest.

During the past three months, Tang Hao had also taught Tang San the skills of blacksmithing.

Tang San had also taken advantage of this time, relying on the memories of his past life, to craft the unique hidden weapon of the Tang Sect: the Silent Sleeve Arrow.

He had originally planned to use it on Lin Jing once they arrived at Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy and Old Jack had left, to avenge the day his soul power was drained.

Unfortunately, this plan had been suppressed by Tang Hao.

Otherwise...

Lin Jing could have enjoyed draining Tang San's level eight soul power once more.

Lin Jing also noticed Tang San's subtle movements.

A flash of realization crossed his eyes.

This guard must have violated the rules of the little brat's weird tales.

He had already earned the title of someone who had found his way to death.

But this time...

Lin Jing stood on the little brat's side.

A snobbish piece of trash like this deserved to die.

He glanced back obscurely.

Sure enough.

On the path not far away, a figure in a black robe was walking over slowly.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, sporting a short crew cut, his face looking rather haggard.

Who else could it be but Yu Xiaogang?

The corners of Lin Jing's mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.

Right on time.

His fingers moved slightly.

The next moment,

"Plop!"

Yu Xiaogang, who was walking with a steady, measured pace, suddenly stumbled.

A strand of Dark Blue Silver Grass had silently coiled around his ankle.

Then, with a gentle tug, Yu Xiaogang, caught completely off guard, fell face-forward.

Face-first.

He took a solid, face-planting fall.

That's right.

A face-plant.

And literally so.

Who knows which wicked person had left a huge pile right by the side of the road at the entrance of Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy.

It was fresh, hot, and still steaming.

It just happened to... catch Yu Xiaogang's face.

The position was just right, neither too far to the left nor the right, landing exactly on his lips.

Around Yu Xiaogang's lips, a circle of sticky, brownish...

Chocolate, instantly adhered.

At the same time Yu Xiaogang fell,

"Whoosh—"

Tang San pulled the trigger of the sleeve arrow.

The sound of the Silent Sleeve Arrow flying was extremely faint.

It was perfectly masked by the dull thud of Yu Xiaogang's fall.

The speed was also extremely fast.

The young guard was just an ordinary person; he didn't even have time to react.

"Pfft!"

The sleeve arrow pierced directly through his chest.

It came out from his back and pinned him to the wooden door behind him.

The young guard's eyes widened, his mouth agape, as if he wanted to say something.

But a mouthful of blood surged out first.

His body swayed, and then he fell straight down.

Tang San had not held back in the slightest.

[Tang Sect Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, General Principles, Article 3.]

[Once an opponent is determined to be an enemy, as long as they have found their way to death, do not show mercy, otherwise, you will only add trouble to yourself.]

Tang San remembered this rule clearly.

"Stop...!"

Yu Xiaogang, who had fallen to the ground, naturally saw this scene.

He subconsciously wanted to speak out to stop it.

However, he only managed to say one word before swallowing the rest of his words back down.

Because in that process, a breeze blew by.

That circle of "chocolate" around his lips, along with that unique fragrance, flew into his mouth.

Yu Xiaogang: "..."

His speed was so fast that it didn't look like a Soul Grandmaster at all.

He left an afterimage on the spot.

He had already rushed under the nearest tree.

Then,

"Blegh—!!!"

The sound of heart-wrenching retching came from behind the tree.

Lin Jing stood in front of the gate, occasionally hearing the sound of "Ugh... blegh..." coming from afar.

One could tell he was vomiting quite miserably.

As for Tang San, hearing the voice of protest, he subconsciously looked back.

But he didn't see anyone.

He only saw that on the path he had come from, the pile of "chocolate" that had originally been neat and tidy now had a clear lip print pressed into it.

Tang San: "..."

He fell silent.

"Who was so unlucky..."

Tang San couldn't help but feel worried for that person's luck in his heart.

What kind of character must one have to trip while walking and land face-first into that?

He even started to suspect if this person had done it on purpose, if he actually liked that sort of thing...

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?