After All, He Was Practically His Father—There Was Nothing Wrong with a Son Refusing on His Behalf

Jade Phosphor Serpent Girl?

Shen Qingling, seated in the stands, raised an eyebrow slightly. It looked like Dugu Yan would be the opponent in this match.

What a coincidence. He was actually going up against Dugu Yan.

When Tang San stepped onto the spirit fighting stage, he also noticed that it was Dugu Yan. This was getting much more interesting.

"Thousand Hands Asura!" The corners of Dugu Yan's lips rose when she recognized Tang San. "Long time no see, my benefactor's disciple. I'd like to see what you're made of!"

"Miss Dugu, please," Tang San said.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

After the Jade Phosphor Serpent martial soul possessed her, Dugu Yan unleashed Jade Phosphor Red Poison, and a cloud of red poisonous mist began spreading in every direction.

The original Jade Phosphor Red Poison was an excitation poison. It stimulated the nerves and increased attack power and speed by 20%, but after her martial soul evolved, that 20% had risen to 50%.

An increase of one and a half times!

In Tang San's eyes, this red poison was completely useless. He could even use a soul skill to extract Dugu Yan's soul power and replenish his own, but he did not do that. Instead, he used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to rapidly close the distance.

Dugu Yan snorted coldly. "Overestimating yourself!"

Dugu Yan quickly approached, intending to poison Tang San at close range. Yet Tang San gave her no opportunity at all. The instant they came into contact, Tang San delivered a flying kick to the top of Dugu Yan's head.

Dugu Yan's planned attack immediately turned into a passive defense!

She raised both hands to protect her head, but the kick still sent her flying.

Dugu Yan steadied herself, her hands trembling nonstop.

What terrifying strength. Dugu Yan did not dare imagine what her benefactor had trained Tang San into. Could it be that his entire body had been shaped by his benefactor?

"Miss Dugu, this alone isn't enough!"

Tang San brushed the dust from his clothes. "Miss Dugu, continue!"

"What are you putting on airs for?"

Dugu Yan snorted. "Second Soul Skill, Jade Phosphor Blue Poison!"

A paralysis poison that could eliminate pain and increase defense by 30%. After evolving, it had risen to 60%!

With her sense of pain gone, Dugu Yan once again spewed a large amount of poisonous mist from her mouth.

The dense poison obscured Tang San's vision. Dugu Yan darted back and forth through the mist, located a position behind Tang San, and transformed her right arm into a jade-green dragon claw as she grabbed at him.

Just as she was about to touch his clothes, Tang San seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He shifted slightly, raised a hand behind him, and his Black Jade Hand glowed with a warm jade hue as it firmly caught Dugu Yan's wrist.

Dugu Yan's pupils contracted sharply, and her heart jolted.

The poisonous mist had blocked his vision, so how had he caught her wrist so precisely? Just as she was about to trigger the poison to backlash against him, she met Tang San's violet eyes as he turned around.

Before she could react, Tang San twisted his wrist, releasing the force of Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon. His fingers followed through and clamped around her throat.

The poisonous mist slowly dispersed, and the scene on the spirit fighting stage became clear to the audience.

Tang San held Dugu Yan by the throat with one hand, standing as steady as a mountain. She could not move in the slightest. The entire venue fell silent for an instant before waves of shocked cries erupted.

"My God! That's Dugu Yan!"

"How old is that kid? He actually won so completely!"

The referee hurried onto the stage and loudly announced:

"Winner of this spirit fight: Thousand Hands Asura!"

Everyone was astonished.

Tang San released his grip and withdrew his martial soul, his expression calm.

Dugu Yan stepped back two paces, covered her throat, and coughed a few times. When she looked up at Tang San, her gaze was full of amazement.

She had thought that after her martial soul evolved, her strength had soared. Even if she could not match a true genius, dealing with her benefactor's disciple should not have been a problem. Yet she had lost without even touching the corner of his clothes.

"You're very strong." Her tone was sincere, stripped of its previous arrogance.

"It's all because my teacher taught me well," Tang San said calmly, his voice carrying genuine respect.

Dugu Yan's eyes lit up, and she leaned forward half a step.

"Then... does your teacher still need disciples?"

If she could study under her benefactor, it would be far better than figuring things out on her own.

Even his disciple was this powerful. If she missed this chance, she might never come across another one.

Tang San shook his head without even thinking.

"My teacher isn't taking new disciples."

Having him as a disciple was enough for his teacher. There was no need for someone else to share his teacher's attention and guidance. Besides, his teacher had never mentioned accepting more disciples, so there was nothing wrong with refusing on his teacher's behalf.

His teacher was like his father. It was perfectly normal and reasonable for a son to refuse on his father's behalf. Nothing wrong with that.

A hint of regret appeared on Dugu Yan's face, and she sighed. "That makes sense. A top expert like my benefactor would naturally be strict when accepting disciples."

She did not press the matter further. She cupped her hands, turned, and headed toward the passage on the other side. The two went their separate ways.

Tang San followed the contestants' passage out. As soon as he rounded the bend at the exit, he saw Shen Qingling waiting not far away with Gu Yuena and Xiao Wu.

Tang San quickened his pace and ran over, scratching his head with a grin.

"Teacher, your disciple was impressive, right?"

"Not bad." Shen Qingling lightly tapped his forehead with a fingertip. "Very impressive. Keep working hard!"

Warmth immediately flowed through Tang San's heart, filling him with sweetness.

A genuine word of praise from his teacher made him happier than winning a hundred spirit fights. He stood straight, puffed out his chest slightly, his eyes full of excitement as he hoped his teacher would say a little more.

The remaining match was Xiao Wu's.

Xiao Wu's match was simple and decisive. A single Charm controlled her opponent and secured her victory.

The appearance of two genius disciples in the spirit fighting arena was undoubtedly explosive news.

Shen Qingling led the three of them away from the spirit fighting arena. A day of exhaustion had come to an end, and by the time they returned to Heaven Dou Royal Academy, it was already late.

After seeing Tang San and Xiao Wu to the entrance of their dormitory, Shen Qingling raised his hand and rubbed both their heads.

"You gained quite a lot from today's real combat. Go back, regulate your breathing properly, and get some rest early."

"Yes, Teacher!"

The two answered in unison before turning and entering the dormitory.

Shen Qingling and Gu Yuena headed toward their own courtyard. Once inside the room, Shen Qingling let out a long yawn. Exhaustion seeped from every part of him. He had spent half the day watching spirit fights and running around, and by nightfall, he truly had no energy left.

"Na'er, let's rest today. I'm tired."

"Rest?" Gu Yuena shut the door behind her, a smile curving across her lips. "If you don't satisfy me tonight, I'll make sure you're so exhausted tomorrow that you can't get out of bed."

Shen Qingling froze and hurriedly waved his hands. "Na'er, don't make trouble. I'm really tired..."

Before he could finish, Gu Yuena had already stepped forward and pushed him onto the bed.

She slowly approached. With every step, another piece of clothing slipped from her body. Moonlight streamed through the window lattice and fell across her, outlining her smooth curves. Her long jade-like legs were fair as snow as she steadily closed in.

Looking into those eyes so close to his own, Shen Qingling sighed inwardly. He knew he would not escape tonight again.

How could he not know Gu Yuena's temperament as her husband? This lustful dragonfish was so fierce—if she was not satisfied, how could she possibly let him off so easily?

Before he could say anything else, Gu Yuena bent down over him. The temperature in the room gradually rose, and the night stretched on.

As the swaying wine bottle was opened, thick foam rose up. Yet one round seemingly did not settle things; only after many rounds did it finally calm down.