Tang San Castrates Himself

Seeing the struggle on Tang San's face and the dagger in his hand, Lin Chen and the dozen or so other students were completely stunned.

They could understand Tang San taking off his pants to pull out needles, but what was the deal with the dagger?

If it were just the dagger, that would be one thing, but he was also wearing an expression of intense struggle. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was about to castrate himself.

"Hoo!"

Tang San took a deep breath, shot a look of bitter resentment at Lin Chen, then grabbed his QQ with one hand and slashed down with the dagger in the other.

"Pfft!"

"Ugh..."

The moment the blood sprayed out, Tang San's body went rigid. He gradually hunched over until he was curled up on the ground in agony.

"Hiss!"

Lin Chen and the others stared at him, dumbfounded, all of them unable to stop themselves from gasping.

There is a kind of pain that hurts just to watch.

Tang San's strike made them all instinctively clench their legs, as if that blade had landed on them instead.

What a ruthless man.

"Ah!"

Once the worst of the pain passed and his tense spirit relaxed slightly, Tang San finally couldn't help but howl in agony.

Lin Chen couldn't help but shake his head.

He had concocted the poison himself, yet he couldn't even cure it. Who could he blame for that?

It was just desserts.

"Lin Chen..."

A male student turned to look at Lin Chen, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

He felt like this situation had escalated a bit too far.

Although anyone with half a brain could see that Tang San had brought this upon himself, the fact that he had been forced into self-castration was undeniable.

Could the academy really sit idly by after he lost his QQ during a sparring match?

Besides, don't forget that Tang San's teacher was friends with the academy principal. This matter wasn't going to just blow over.

No matter how much of a genius Lin Chen was, he was still just a First-Ring Spirit Master.

The Notting Principal was one of the most powerful Spirit Masters in Nuoding City. If he insisted on taking revenge on Lin Chen for Tang San, Lin Chen would have no room to resist.

"Why don't you run away?"

The student finally couldn't hold back and voiced his thoughts.

Lin Chen waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine. If they want revenge, let them come and try. Please, take Tang San to the infirmary."

He was still counting on farming more rewards from Tang San; he couldn't let him die just yet.

The system's rewards were a "pick a few from five" deal. Even if he killed Tang San, the number of rewards wouldn't exceed five items, which would be a massive loss.

"Alright."

Seeing Lin Chen's confident demeanor, the others didn't know what else to say.

They walked over to Tang San, only to find that he had already fainted from the pain.

They shook their heads, worked together to lift him up, and headed down the mountain.

As for the QQ lying on the ground, no one bothered with it. Who would want to pick up something so disgusting?

Besides, it was useless anyway.

Lin Chen scanned the area and collected all the steel needles scattered on the ground, lest they cause harm to innocent people later.

"Damn little beast, to dare humiliate me like this. You just wait. If I, the Grandmaster, don't teach you a proper lesson, I'm not a man."

Yu Xiaogang sat at his desk, grinding his teeth, his fists clenched tight.

It was one thing for people with extraordinary backgrounds to humiliate him, but now even a lowly peasant from the countryside dared to insult him in public.

He was simply courting death.

If he didn't teach that little beast a lesson, how could he, the Grandmaster, maintain his standing in the Spirit Master world in the future?

"Grandmaster!"

"Who's there!"

The voice that suddenly rang out in the dormitory startled Yu Xiaogang, making him jump as he spun around to look at the person who had entered unnoticed.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a hood, his face covered in stubble.

What was most astonishing was that he lacked a left arm and a right leg, relying on prosthetic limbs formed from a strange energy to support his body.

"Who are you?"

Yu Xiaogang looked him over, but couldn't find any sense of familiarity.

Tang Hao laughed at himself. "It's no wonder you don't recognize me in this state. Come to think of it, we haven't seen each other in over twenty years, have we?"

"My name is Tang Hao."

"Tang Hao?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, truly stunned by the man's identity.

The dignified one of the Haotian Twin Stars, the youngest Titled Douluo in the Spirit Master world, his personal idol—how had he fallen to such a state?

"Your arm and leg..."

Yu Xiaogang looked at his empty left sleeve and the right leg formed of strange energy, unable to bring himself to finish the sentence.

"Let's not talk about that."

As he spoke, Tang Hao pulled out a token and tossed it to Yu Xiaogang.

"Tang San is my son."

He emphasized the word "son" heavily, though Yu Xiaogang didn't notice, his entire attention fixed on the token in his hand.

It was an Elder Token of the Spirit Hall.

In the entire Spirit Master world, aside from the leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, only a Titled Douluo was qualified to receive a Spirit Hall Elder Token.

The key was that the Spirit Hall recognized the token, not the person.

In other words, even if he were just a twenty-ninth-level loser, holding that Elder Token would allow him to impersonate an elder of the Spirit Hall.

Tang Hao continued, "I have some things I must do, so I want to entrust Tang San to you."

"Wait, you said Tang San is your son?"

Coming back to his senses, Yu Xiaogang suddenly realized the implication and stared at Tang Hao in shock.

Tang Hao: "???"

Yu Xiaogang pressed on, "If Tang San is your son, why isn't his second Martial Soul from the Haotian Sect?"

Tang Hao: "..."

Yu Xiaogang's words were like a sharp blade, piercing deep into Tang Hao's heart, causing him to instinctively clench his right fist.

"Why is his first Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass? And who is his mother?"

Yu Xiaogang didn't notice Tang Hao's reaction at all, preoccupied with the biggest questions in his own mind.

Tang Hao said coldly, "Don't ask what you shouldn't."

"Tang San is in your hands now. Also, don't provoke that Lin Chen. If possible, try to make Tang San friends with him."

Having said that, Tang Hao didn't wait for Yu Xiaogang to speak again; he turned and left.

Yu Xiaogang: "???"

No... what kind of person asks for a favor with that kind of attitude?

If you're going to give instructions, at least finish them properly.

What was that about not provoking Lin Chen, and trying to make Tang San friends with him?

Was I supposed to just take that humiliation for nothing?

If that little beast really had some kind of background, you could at least tell me clearly.

Looking at the empty doorway, Yu Xiaogang felt utterly speechless.

He had seen unreliable people before, but never anyone as unreliable as Tang Hao.

However, he soon calmed down.

What kind of background could that little beast possibly have to make even Tang Hao so wary?

Tang Hao, who came from the Haotian Sect and possessed the strength of a Titled Douluo, didn't even fear the Spirit Hall. Why would he fear that little beast?

He couldn't figure it out; Yu Xiaogang truly couldn't fathom it.

Because in his understanding, even across the entire continent, there was no force or person that could make Tang Hao this cautious.