Tang San Swings His Blade and 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 all stunned.

They could understand Tang San taking off his pants and pulling out the needle, but what was with the dagger?

The dagger was one thing, but he even looked so conflicted. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was about to castrate himself.

"Whew!"

Tang San took a deep breath and shot Lin Chen another venomous glare. Then, holding up his manhood with one hand, he brought the dagger down hard with the other.

"Pfft!"

"Ugh..."

The instant blood spurted out, Tang San's body stiffened. He gradually doubled over, until he was curled up on the ground in agony.

"Hiss!"

Lin Chen and the others stared at him, unable to stop themselves from sucking in a sharp breath.

There was a kind of pain that hurt just to watch.

Tang San's slash made them all squeeze their legs together instinctively, as if the blade had fallen on them instead.

What a ruthless bastard.

"Ah!"

After enduring the worst of the pain, his taut nerves relaxed a little, and Tang San finally let out a loud wail.

Lin Chen couldn't help shaking his head.

He'd made the poison himself, yet couldn't even cure it. Who else could he blame?

He had it coming.

"Lin Chen..."

One of the boys turned to Lin Chen, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

He felt this whole affair might have gotten a little out of hand.

Anyone with half a brain could see Tang San had brought this on himself, but it was undeniable that he'd been forced to castrate himself.

Could the academy really stand by while someone lost his manhood over a sparring match?

And don't forget, Tang San's teacher was friends with the academy principal. There was no way this matter would simply be dropped.

No matter how talented Lin Chen was, he was still only a First-Ring Spirit Master.

The Notting Principal was one of the most powerful Spirit Masters in Nuoding City. If he insisted on avenging Tang San by going after Lin Chen—

Lin Chen wouldn't have any room to fight back.

"Why don't you run?"

The student finally couldn't hold back and voiced what he'd been thinking.

Lin Chen merely waved a hand. "It's fine. If they want revenge, they can come and try whenever they like. Please take Tang San to the infirmary."

He was still counting on getting more rewards out of Tang San. He couldn't let him die just yet.

The system offered a choice of five rewards. Even if Tang San died, the number of rewards couldn't exceed five. What a terrible loss.

"All right."

Seeing how confident Lin Chen seemed, the others didn't press the matter.

They went over to Tang San and saw that he'd already passed out from the pain.

The group shook their heads, lifted him together, and carried him down the mountain.

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

Besides, it wasn't any use to them.

Lin Chen looked around and gathered up all the steel needles scattered on the ground, so they wouldn't hurt any innocent people later.

"That damned little bastard! How dare he humiliate me like that? Just you wait. If I don't teach you a proper lesson, I won't be fit to call myself the Grandmaster!"

Yu Xiaogang sat at his desk, gnashing his teeth and clenching his fists.

It was one thing when people from distinguished backgrounds humiliated him. Now even some country bumpkin dared to humiliate him in public.

He was practically asking for death.

If he didn't teach that little bastard a proper lesson, how could he ever make a place for himself in the Soul Master World?

"Grandmaster!"

"Who's there?"

A voice suddenly rang out in the dormitory, startling Yu Xiaogang. He whipped around to look at the person who had somehow entered without him noticing.

It was a middle-aged man with a hood pulled over his head and a scraggly beard.

Most astonishing of all, he had no left hand or right leg. Prosthetics formed from some strange energy supported his body.

"Who are you?"

Yu Xiaogang studied him, but couldn't find much that seemed familiar.

Tang Hao gave a self-deprecating smile. "With me looking like this, it's no wonder you don't recognize me. It's been more than twenty years since we last met, hasn't it?"

"My name is Tang Hao."

"Tang Hao?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes flew wide open. He was utterly stunned by the man's identity.

One of the famed Haotian Twin Stars, the youngest Titled Douluo in the Soul Master World, and his own idol—how had he fallen into such a state?

"Your hand and leg..."

Yu Xiaogang looked at his empty left sleeve and the right leg formed from strange energy. He couldn't bring himself to say the rest.

"Let's not talk about that."

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

"Tang San is my son."

He put heavy emphasis on the word "son," but Yu Xiaogang didn't notice. All his attention was on the token in his hand.

It was an Elder Token from Spirit Hall.

Throughout the Soul Master World, only Titled Douluo—and the leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—were qualified to receive an Elder Token from Spirit Hall.

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

In other words, even if he were nothing but a Level 29 failure, he could still pretend to be an elder of Spirit Hall with an Elder Token in hand.

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

"Wait. You're saying Xiao San is your son?"

Coming back to his senses, Yu Xiaogang suddenly realized what Tang Hao had said. He stared at him in shock.

Tang Hao: "???"

Yu Xiaogang pressed on. "If Xiao San is your son, why isn't his Second Martial Soul the Clear Sky Sect?"

Tang Hao: "..."

Yu Xiaogang's words were like a sharp knife plunging into Tang Hao's heart. His right fist clenched involuntarily.

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

Yu Xiaogang didn't notice anything amiss about Tang Hao. He simply asked the question that puzzled him most.

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

"I'm leaving Tang San in your hands. And don't provoke that Lin Chen. If possible, do your best to make Tang San friends with him."

With that, Tang Hao didn't wait for Yu Xiaogang to respond. He turned and left.

Yu Xiaogang: "???"

No... What kind of person asked for a favor like that?

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

What did he mean, don't provoke Lin Chen, and try to make Xiao San friends with him?

So I was supposed to just swallow the humiliation I suffered?

If that little bastard really had some kind of backing, why not tell me clearly?

Yu Xiaogang stared at the empty doorway, speechless.

He'd met plenty of unreliable people, but never anyone as unreliable as Tang Hao.

But he quickly calmed down.

What kind of background did that little bastard have to make even Tang Hao so wary?

Tang Hao came from the Clear Sky Sect and had Titled Douluo strength. He didn't even fear Spirit Hall, so why would he fear that little bastard?

Yu Xiaogang couldn't make sense of it. He truly couldn't.

As far as he knew, there wasn't a single power or person on the entire continent who could make Tang Hao this wary.