Tang San Viciously Slaps Yu Xiaogang, Five Times a Day!

Yu Xiaogang was still immersed in his own world. He believed Shen Qingling would only lead Tang San around to fool around and could never help Tang San make any real progress.

He had taken in Tang San and Xiao Wu. Both little ones had decent talent, yet in Shen Qingling's hands, it was simply a waste of gifts.

With the talent of twin martial souls, teaching them into Titled Douluos would be no problem with his abilities. When he returned to the clan then, who would dare look down on him?

"Hm?"

Tang San was utterly baffled, completely dumbfounded. Was Yu Xiaogang an idiot?

Where did he get the confidence to think his teacher could not teach him, and even shamelessly demand that he take him as a master? Not to mention anything else, Yu Xiaogang was just a freeloader at the academy.

If the dean had not kindly taken him in, how could he possibly be allowed to waste his days here?

This made him realize that anyone could call themselves a master. Just an ordinary theory had made him this arrogant. If he had enough strength or became a Titled Douluo, would he dare challenge an Ultimate Douluo one-on-one?

"Tang San, the opportunity has been given to you. Make good use of it!" Seeing Tang San's expression, Yu Xiaogang nodded in satisfaction. It's settled, it's settled!

It was no less exciting than breaking through to Soul Elder himself.

Tang San's gaze turned icy as he pointed at Yu Xiaogang.

"Yu Xiaogang, you still dare slander my teacher? Did I give you too much face? You have already earned your death!"

Yu Xiaogang froze. He had never expected Tang San to say such a thing.

"Hmph, you're nothing but a useless freeloader at the academy, yet you dare slander my teacher. How ridiculous. You're just trash—what right do you have to talk about my teacher?" Tang San sneered.

Yu Xiaogang's face reddened from being shut down. His chest heaved violently. He considered himself a great master of martial soul theory, respected wherever he went. Never had he been called trash to his face by a half-grown child, and he felt utterly humiliated.

"How dare you speak to me like that! I am Yu Xiaogang, master of martial soul theory!" He pointed at Tang San, his voice trembling. "My willingness to accept you as my disciple is your good fortune. It would be one thing if you did not know gratitude, but you even dare spout such nonsense!"

He was both furious and annoyed, convinced that Shen Qingling had led Tang San astray. Instead of learning proper theory, he had followed an outsider into foolishness. Today, he had to teach him a harsh lesson and make him see who truly understood martial souls.

"Master my ass!" Tang San scoffed, his eyes filled with contempt. "You call that outdated theory of yours masterful? It's bad enough that you freeload at the academy, but you even dare slander my teacher. Who do you think you are?"

Yu Xiaogang could no longer contain his rage. With a roar, he released his martial soul.

"Farts strike like thunder, shaking heaven and splitting earth—Luo Sanpao!"

The phantom of a chubby dark-purple puppy appeared, while two yellow soul rings slowly rose beneath his feet. He grinned viciously.

"Sanpao, show him what you can do. Thunder Crash!"

He was certain that even if Tang San had decent talent, he was only a Soul Master in his teens. His strength as someone with two soul rings was more than enough to deal with him and teach him the immensity of heaven and earth.

But the next moment, blue light surged around Tang San as the Blue Silver King martial soul abruptly appeared. Thick emerald vines burst from the ground, their leaves bearing faint golden patterns. One yellow and one purple soul ring lit up clearly beneath his feet, and the pressure of a thousand-year soul ring slowly spread outward.

"A thousand-year soul ring!" Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted sharply. He froze in place, his face full of disbelief.

According to his theory, the limit for a second soul ring was only a little over seven hundred years. How could Tang San possibly absorb a thousand-year soul ring? And his martial soul was not ordinary Blue Silver Grass either; its aura was clearly several times stronger.

It completely overturned everything he knew, leaving his mind blank in an instant.

In the moment he was stunned, Luo Sanpao's purple fart bomb had already blasted toward him.

Tang San flicked his fingers, and several Blue Silver King vines shot out like lightning, effortlessly blocking the attack. Then, with a single swing, they lashed Luo Sanpao hard, sending it flying. It crashed to the ground, whimpering nonstop.

Immediately after, another vine wrapped around Yu Xiaogang's wrist. Before he could react, the vine lashed across his face with a fierce gust of wind.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Crisp strikes rang out one after another. After dozens of lashes, Yu Xiaogang's cheeks were swollen red and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He was completely dazed before the vine finally flung him viciously to the ground, leaving him in a miserable state.

Tang San withdrew the vines and looked down at him coldly. "Remember this. If you dare slander my teacher again, a slap to the face will be the least of your worries."

Shen Qingling slowly stepped forward. Without even sparing Yu Xiaogang a glance, he merely said, "Little San, let's go. There's no need to waste time on someone like him."

Tang San nodded and followed Shen Qingling away without looking back even once.

The group entered the academy, while Yu Xiaogang watched their departing backs. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes dark and sinister.

"Damn it. Since you refuse to appreciate my kindness, don't blame me for being ruthless. Qi Tao had better not appear before me alone."

After returning to the academy and arriving at their little residence, Tang San wanted to spend more time with his teacher, but Gu Yuena stopped him.

With the demeanor and tone of an elder sister-in-law, Gu Yuena said:

"You two go play somewhere else. Your teacher and I have some adult matters to attend to. Children should not disturb us."

What were adult matters?

Xiao Wu was curious and was about to ask innocently when Tang San hurriedly pulled her away, leaving behind a response.

"Understood, Mistress. We'll leave now."

Gu Yuena crossed her arms. "At least you know better."

With a curl of her lips, she returned to the room. "Husband, I'll have to tire you out a little."

Back in the room, Shen Qingling sat at the table, lightly tapping the tabletop as he considered which academy to go to next.

Notting Academy was only a temporary stop in the end. Given Tang San's current progress, he would soon need a higher-level platform. Shen Qingling was contemplating their route when a soft click sounded behind him and the door was locked from the inside.

Shen Qingling turned around and met Gu Yuena's smiling eyes, leaving him momentarily stunned.

"Na'er? Didn't we already just... at the bottom of the lake?"

"Just what?" Gu Yuena smiled, lightly licking her lower lip as she walked toward him step by step. "That was merely an appetizer. Now comes the main course. You might not be able to handle ten times a day, but five times a day should be fine, right? You have the Golden Dragon King bloodline, and your recovery is so fast. What are you afraid of?"

As she spoke, the fabric on her shoulder slowly slipped down along her fair, delicate skin, revealing her exquisite collarbone. Her eyes held an undisguised smile and utter certainty. Her steps were neither hurried nor slow, yet carried an overbearing pressure that allowed no refusal.

Shen Qingling smiled bitterly inside, feeling only a headache. The Silver Dragon King's energy was absurdly vigorous. The arm bones from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had strengthened his body, but that had instead become the foundation for her to torment him.

Just as he was about to suggest discussing the academy first, Gu Yuena strode forward, gave him a push, and pressed him directly onto the bed.

Her warm, soft body fell into his arms, carrying a faint scent of grass and wood. Shen Qingling raised a hand to support her shoulder, only for her to pin down his wrist.

Gu Yuena bent down and laughed softly beside his ear, her breath warm.

"Husband, don't think about anything else. What matter could be more important than accompanying me? Little San and the others won't be back anytime soon, so no one will disturb us."

Shen Qingling looked into her eyes from so close away and sighed helplessly. He had known she would never behave herself once they returned to the room.

No matter how strong the Golden Dragon King bloodline's recovery was, it could not withstand her daily torment.

Yet when he met her sparkling eyes, the refusal at his lips was swallowed back down. In the end, he could only let her have her way.

"Let's take it slow."

"Okay~"