Tang San's Second Soul Skill

Tang San hid in a deserted alley. He had changed into black nightwear, his face wrapped in black cloth.

Only a pair of bright eyes remained exposed to the air.

As the saying went, a teacher for a day was a father for life. No matter how inadequate his teacher was, he couldn't just watch him be thrown into prison.

Perhaps the enemy was powerful, but if he carried out the ambush properly, he might still have a chance.

Tang San had asked his teacher about it before. Spirit Masters were powerful because of their Martial Souls and soul skills, but their physical defenses weren't particularly outstanding.

Even a Soul Saint could potentially be injured by his hidden weapons.

And as long as he could break through their defenses, a strike to a vital point would still kill them.

"Ah..."

The sudden sound from behind startled Tang San. As he spun around, he instinctively raised his right hand, which concealed a Silent Sleeve Arrow.

Unfortunately.

Before his body could even fully turn, a heavy blow landed on the back of his neck.

Tang San collapsed and fell unconscious.

"Your feathers haven't even grown in yet, and you want to imitate others by breaking prisoners out? You really don't know the meaning of death."

Looking down at Tang San lying on the ground, the Soul Saint gave a contemptuous smile, then grabbed his collar and hauled him out of the alley.

In truth, he had sensed Tang San the instant the boy began following them.

At first, he had assumed it was just a coincidence. After all, he was only a tiny child. He hadn't expected the brat to actually dare follow through.

For a moment, he didn't even know what to say.

Returning to the group, the Soul Saint smiled at Yu Xiaogang. "I didn't expect trash like you to have such an outstanding disciple."

A child of six or seven daring to plot against a Soul Saint and a Soul Emperor for his teacher—even across the entire continent, he had never heard of such a thing.

Yu Xiaogang froze for a second, his gaze immediately falling on Tang San in the Soul Saint's hand.

Tang San's face was covered, so Yu Xiaogang didn't recognize him. But combined with the man's words, his identity wasn't difficult to guess.

"Bastard! You'd better release him immediately, or I'll make you pay the price no matter what it takes."

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, his gaze sharp as a blade.

The Soul Saint was unconcerned. "Save the talk about making me pay until after you get out of prison."

"Do you know who he..."

Yu Xiaogang was so furious that he nearly blurted out Tang San's identity, but halfway through, he realized the problem.

He quickly swallowed the rest of his words.

Tang Hao had killed Qian Xunji. If they learned that Little San was Tang Hao's son, Little San would truly have no chance of survival.

And it wouldn't just be Little San. Tang Hao would probably be implicated as well.

"Who is he?"

"It's nothing."

Having realized the crucial point, how could Yu Xiaogang dare say another word?

The Soul Saint didn't take it to heart.

The master and disciple were soon brought to the Spirit Hall of Nuoding City.

Spirit Hall had prisons of its own. Setting aside special places like Slaughter City, every branch hall had cells beneath it.

Criminals awaiting trial or requiring short-term detention were all locked up there.

Yu Xiaogang and Tang San were stripped naked, then the Soul Saint and the others led them to a cell holding more than a dozen burly men.

"Hehehe..."

At the sight of the two of them, malicious grins immediately spread across the faces of the dozen or so burly men.

They had been temporarily locked up together, and someone had instructed them to give the prisoners being sent over a proper welcome.

With such a rare opportunity to commit crimes under orders, how could they not be excited?

Seeing the vicious grins on their faces, Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically. He abruptly turned to look at the Soul Saint beside him.

"Don't tell me this was also Bibi Dong's arrangement."

His face and eyes were full of disbelief.

In his memories, Bibi Dong had always been beautiful and innocent. How could she possibly give such an order?

The Soul Saint said nothing, merely smiled faintly.

Seeing this, the Soul Emperor beside him immediately walked to the cell door and opened it.

"Wait!"

Yu Xiaogang desperately resisted the person pushing him from behind.

"You can do whatever you want to me, but you absolutely cannot lock my disciple and me in this cell together. Otherwise, you'll regret it."

Tang Hao had yet to appear, which meant he was probably not in Nuoding City right now.

Once he returned to Nuoding City and discovered what had happened to Little San, he would surely go berserk.

When Tang Hao went mad, whether the people of Spirit Hall lived or died didn't matter. Yu Xiaogang was afraid he would be dragged down with them.

After all, Tang San had ended up in this mess because of him.

"Get in there."

The Soul Emperor escorting Yu Xiaogang shoved him hard. Yu Xiaogang stumbled into the cell and was caught in the arms of several burly men.

"Woohoo!"

"Ha ha..."

Strange cries and lewd laughter rose one after another as the dozen men eagerly began groping and tormenting Yu Xiaogang.

Immediately afterward, the Soul Saint tossed Tang San in as well.

"Hehe, thank you, sir!"

One burly man caught Tang San and bowed to the Soul Saint with a wicked grin.

"Bastards, you'll regret this."

Yu Xiaogang's furious shout had barely sounded before the cell door was locked.

"Who are you? Bastards, what are you doing? Get away! Get away from me, you bastards! I'll kill every one of you!"

Tang San had woken up.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a scene that filled him with furious horror. It felt as though he had fallen into hell.

"Ah..."

Miserable screams soon echoed through the cell, but they were quickly drowned out by excited laughter and strange cries.

Unlike Tang San, who was filled with resistance and pain, Yu Xiaogang resigned himself to it quickly.

Seeing Tang San struggling frantically, his face full of terror and anguish, Yu Xiaogang even felt an inexplicable, indescribable thrill rise within him.

"Little San, since you can't resist, then just enjoy it."

"Calm down and experience it carefully. You'll find that this sort of thing isn't actually as painful as you imagine."

For some unknown reason, Yu Xiaogang said such words.

Tang San seemed not to hear him. He wildly punched at those assaulting him, but his insignificant strength—

couldn't possibly inflict much harm on them. Instead, it only made them more excited.

Gradually, Tang San exhausted all his strength and gave up struggling. Like a dead fish, he let others do as they pleased, tears streaming endlessly down his face.

Heavens, why? Why?

If you gave me the chance to live another life, why did you make me suffer such torment?

"Wuu... wuu..."

Tang San questioned the heavens in his heart. The more he asked, the more wronged he felt, until he could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

"Ha ha ha..."

His crying was like a stimulant, making the burly men work even harder.

"Little San!"

Seeing Tang San sobbing uncontrollably, Yu Xiaogang dragged the person behind him as he slowly crawled to Tang San's side and pulled him into his arms.

Tang San immediately cried even louder.