Then Castrate Him

Wait, this unusual aura... it seemed, it seemed to be...

A Title Douluo!!!

"Whether you have a Papal Token or not, don't you know perfectly well?"

Zhang Nan walked over to Yu Xiaogang's boss chair, where he had just been reading, and slowly sat down. He had to admit, this bastard really knew how to enjoy himself.

This chair was surprisingly comfortable.

"Zhang Fei, show him what you're made of!"

Slap!

No sooner had Zhang Nan spoken than a resounding slap rang out. Yu Xiaogang was sent flying off the second-floor balcony by Zhang Fei's palm. The moment he propped himself up from the ground on the first floor, five bright red finger marks were clearly visible on his resolute face.

It was easy to tell from those marks just how hard Zhang Fei had struck him.

"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Zhang Fei snorted coldly, leaping down from the second-floor balcony. His Snake Spear stabbed straight at Yu Xiaogang's crew cut. When it was just six centimeters from Yu Xiaogang's head, Zhang Fei flicked it slightly upward, letting it graze past.

It only shaved off a clump of his hair.

"Are you going to talk or not? This is your last chance!"

Whoosh!

Zhang Fei unleashed his Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Combined with the oppressive aura of a top-tier Soul Weapon Title Douluo, it instantly made Yu Xiaogang feel as though someone had seized him by the nape and strangled him tightly from behind.

He could barely draw a breath.

"Gasp... gasp... I... I..." Yu Xiaogang struggled to force out the words, but Zhang Nan could not understand a single thing after listening for so long. Only after he gave Zhang Fei a look did Yu Xiaogang's airway begin functioning normally again. Yu Xiaogang took several sharp breaths, recovered somewhat, and hurriedly said:

"Esteemed seniors, I... I, Yu Xiaogang, swear to heaven that I truly don't have the Papal Token you seek... If I have offended you in any way, please make it clear. I will certainly change!"

Yu Xiaogang's pathetic appearance in the face of death did not seem like a lie. Otherwise, he would have handed over the Papal Token long ago to save himself.

After all, the Papal Token was not exactly some great treasure. To put it bluntly, it was merely a pass that allowed one to enter and leave Martial Soul Hall freely.

???

Had he remembered wrong?

Zhang Nan racked his brain over the plot and realized that it had still been Yu Xiaogang who carried the Papal Token when he went looking for Bibi Dong.

"System, could it be that the Papal Token isn't on Yu Xiaogang?"

"Yes, Host. Since Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong used to be lovers, he was merely an honorary elder at Martial Soul Hall. The Papal Token in his possession had originally been given to him by Tang Hao!"

After hearing the system's explanation, Zhang Nan suddenly understood. He finally remembered as well. No wonder, no wonder...

Tang San had been killed, and Tang Hao was dead too, so the Papal Token had never made it into his hands.

It seemed that if he wanted the Papal Token to visit Martial Soul Hall, he would have to dig up Tang Hao's corpse.

Because he had left in such a hurry last time, he had nearly forgotten to take Tang Hao's two soul bones, along with that Hundred-Thousand-Year treasure of his.

The two soul bones would be awarded to the Five Tiger Generals as spoils of war, while that Hundred-Thousand-Year treasure would be planted in a spirit-energy-rich pot within the system. Then, when A Yin transformed into human form...

Zhang Nan decided to add her to his harem as well.

Seeing Zhang Nan lost in thought, Ma Chao stepped forward and respectfully asked, "Sect Master, how should this person be dealt with?"

"Uh... castrate him!" After saying that to Ma Chao, Zhang Nan turned to Zhao Yun. "Zhao Yun, come with me. Everyone else, wait for me at Shrek Academy!"

"Your subordinate obeys!!!!"

Aside from Zhang Fei downstairs, the other four generals knelt on one knee and answered in unison.

"Aah!!!"

Not long after Zhang Nan left, a pained howl rang out from Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang was curled up on the ground, clutching the area below his abdomen as he rolled around in agony. A pool of bright red blood marked every place he rolled over.

"My Snake Spear has been dirtied!"

Although blood would not stain a Soul Weapon, it had still cut off that part.

Zhang Fei rubbed it against a tree stump with a look of disgust.

The physical harm was slight, but the humiliation was immense.

"Hiss..."

Since not much time had passed since it was severed, perhaps it could still be reattached. Yu Xiaogang endured the pain and shakily stood up. Just as he bent down to pick it up, a fierce gust swept past his ear.

A vulture, having caught the scent of blood in the air, swooped down quickly, carried it to a nearby tree, and began eating this hard-won gift.

From time to time, it even let out delighted cries.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

This time, Yu Xiaogang was truly a eunuch.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A hundred miles away, Zhang Nan beat the Evil God's Wings as he headed toward the place Zhao Yun had mentioned.

Since Tang Hao had only had one breath left last time, Zhang Nan had entrusted Zhao Yun with handling the aftermath. Therefore, Zhao Yun was the only one who knew where Tang Hao had been buried.

"We're here! Sect Master, it's right here!"

Zhao Yun pointed beneath a large tree beside the waterfall ahead.

"Mm! Not bad. It's a fine resting place!"

Zhang Nan withdrew the Evil God's Wings and began digging.

After digging seven or eight meters down, they finally found Tang Hao's corpse. Under the prolonged erosion of soil and microorganisms, parts of Tang Hao's body had already begun to rot.

"Hm? There are actually three soul bones?"

His left arm soul bone, right leg soul bone, and left leg soul bone had begun to lose their luster without the nourishment of their host's soul power. Fortunately, they had found them in time.

Otherwise, once the soul bones lost all their shine, they would become a pile of worthless bones.

Zhang Nan exclaimed in surprise. Only then did he remember that, besides the two soul bones passed down by the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao also possessed the Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone.

No wonder he had still been able to exchange several moves with Zhang Fei and Ma Chao despite his old injuries.

Zhang Nan removed the soul bones from Tang Hao one by one. After injecting them with soul power, they shone with dazzling light and regained their former vibrant vitality.

"Zhao Yun, this left-arm soul bone will be your reward!"

The Five Tiger Generals all had high-level soul rings, but none of them possessed soul bones. Zhang Nan immediately rewarded Zhao Yun with the left-arm soul bone inherited from Clear Sky.

Guided by Zhang Nan's soul power, the left-arm soul bone floated toward Zhao Yun.

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

Who would not want to increase their strength?

Zhao Yun hurriedly raised both hands. After respectfully thanking him, he accepted it.

"Fuse with it first. I'll stand guard for you!"

"Alright, thank you, Sect Master!"

Zhao Yun sat cross-legged and quickly entered a meditative state. Then, under his focused guidance, the soul bone slowly began merging into Zhao Yun's left arm.

Everything went smoothly. It would not be long before Zhao Yun successfully fused with it. Thinking this, Zhang Nan stopped watching and began searching for the Papal Token instead.

"Tsk... It really was on you!"

Before long, Zhang Nan found Tang Hao's Papal Token in his trouser pocket.

He put it away, and by then Zhao Yun had finished fusing the soul bone as well.

"How is it?" Zhang Nan asked.

"Mm, Sect Master, I feel as though my left arm is filled with endless power now. Thank you, Sect Master!"

"Good, good. As long as your strength has improved, there's no need for thanks. Zhao Yun, stand guard for me. I'm preparing to fuse a soul bone!"

"Understood!"

Zhao Yun stepped aside and began standing guard for Zhang Nan.