Tang San, Thoroughly Marinated, and the Rat Comes Knocking

"This match was clearly an old man toying with a child. Xiao San didn't stand a chance of beating him."

Tang Hao stood in the distance, shaking his head repeatedly as he watched the fight.

He was deeply disappointed by Tang San's performance.

Without using the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one tool-type martial soul in the world, Tang San was no match for Lu Yuan.

Blue Silver Grass was simply too weak.

Having seen enough, Tang Hao no longer had any interest in watching and quietly left the back mountain.

Tang San coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground. The bamboo pole formed from the Blue Silver Grass in his hand had already shattered into fragments of soul power.

His face was deathly pale. He could not understand why Lu Yuan knew the Tang Sect's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step.

Could Lu Yuan, like him, also be from the Tang Sect?

As the thought flashed through his mind, unease rose in his heart, mixed with a trace of guilt.

What he did not know was that Tang Wutong had also taught Lu Yuan the Tang Sect's ultimate arts.

That was why Lu Yuan had used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step.

Even if Lu Yuan's mastery of Tang Sect techniques was inferior to Tang San's, it was still as difficult as ascending to heaven for Tang San, whose martial soul was practically useless, to defeat him.

Just as Lu Yuan stepped forward, preparing to follow up with another spear strike, Xiao Wu hurriedly shouted, "We concede this match."

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot. Breathing heavily, he abruptly turned to look at Xiao Wu, his face full of unwillingness.

He still had the Clear Sky Hammer. He had not lost yet!

"Pfft!"

Overcome by rage, Tang San threw back his head and spat out another mist of blood!

"You hid for several days, and all you did was add such a useless soul skill to that Blue Silver Grass?"

"Even absorbing some stray dog by the roadside wouldn't have made it this useless."

"Gangzi really is a genius. He even made your first soul skill disarm you."

Lu Yuan sneered, then suddenly exerted force and kicked Tang San flying.

Tang San rolled several times across the ground before finally landing at Xiao Wu's feet.

"Pfft—"

He spat out another mouthful of blood. His head grew heavy, and he immediately lost consciousness.

He was utterly miserable.

Xiao Wu pursed her lips and ordered her underlings, "Carry Wang Sheng and Tang San away."

"Still refusing to give up? You no longer have any hope of winning." The corners of Lu Yuan's lips curved upward slightly.

"Don't think you've got this in the bag just because you beat Wang Sheng and Tang San."

Xiao Wu moved, rushing into the field in a few strides.

She confronted Lu Yuan.

"Come."

Lu Yuan looked calm, not taking Xiao Wu seriously at all.

The moment he spoke, Xiao Wu bent her right knee and kicked toward Lu Yuan's chest.

The attack was incredibly fast, but his reaction was not slow either.

Lu Yuan's expression did not change. He raised the Sky-Propelling Spear across his chest and blocked the strike.

Xiao Wu stepped on the spear shaft, spun with its rebound force, and brought her left leg down in a straight chop at Lu Yuan's face.

Lu Yuan tilted his head back and swiftly retreated half a step, avoiding the kick.

At the instant he dodged the strike, Lu Yuan took another step forward and slammed his elbow into Xiao Wu's abdomen.

The immense strength far beyond that of a soul master at the same rank sent her staggering back five or six steps.

A sharp pain shot through Xiao Wu's lower abdomen.

"What monstrous strength."

Her face turned pale as she inwardly shuddered.

"Little rabbit, you exposed an opening!"

In the brief instant Xiao Wu was distracted by the pain,

the Sky-Propelling Spear in Lu Yuan's hand suddenly thrust forward.

The spear wind whistled, and several bloody holes instantly appeared on Xiao Wu's body!

"Bang!"

The spear shaft smashed into Xiao Wu, knocking her flying.

Xiao Wu fell like a kite with its string cut. Her head sank, and she too lost consciousness.

"Sister Xiao Wu! Sister Xiao Wu!"

The work-study students rushed forward one after another, their faces filled with worry.

"Boss is mighty! Boss is invincible!"

Led by Xiao Chenyu, the underlings cheered in excitement.

"Throw Tang San at Master's door. Let him get a good look at his disciple."

Lu Yuan waved a hand and gave the order.

After defeating three people in a row, his prestige was unmatched for a time.

"Yes, Boss Lu!"

The students swarmed forward, charging into the crowd of work-study students and snatching away the unconscious Tang San.

Quite a few students were dissatisfied with Tang San, the kid who had launched a sneak attack. They gathered thick mouthfuls of phlegm and spat them onto him.

Some students went even further, urinating on his face, causing everyone else to recoil in disgust.

Yet no one stopped them.

Thus, covered in old phlegm and yellow urine, Tang San was carried down from the back mountain.

Not long afterward.

Tang San's filth-covered body was tossed outside Gangzi's door like garbage, landing with a dull bang.

Yu Xiaogang was inside his room, flipping through books on theory, but his mind was not on the pages.

His head was filled with thoughts of what tests he should prepare once Lu Yuan took him as his master—

tests that would properly make things difficult for him without pushing such a genius into giving up on becoming his disciple.

Suddenly, a sound came from outside the door, making his eyelids twitch.

Yu Xiaogang pulled open the door with a puzzled expression, and an intense, pungent stench of urine rushed straight into his nostrils!

A thoroughly marinated body lay outside the door.

That body was none other than his beloved disciple, Tang San!

"Xiao San, what happened to you? What happened?"

Yu Xiaogang's face changed dramatically. He wanted to carry Tang San back into the room.

But when he saw the yellow filth clinging to Tang San's skin, he instinctively shrank back, not daring to approach.

"Lu Yuan! He must have ordered someone to do this!"

"I never thought Lu Yuan's heart could be so vicious!"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly recalled Tang San's spar with Lu Yuan. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he breathed heavily!

"Lu Yuan harmed Xiao San like this, then threw him outside my door to provoke me."

"What should I do now? Should I try waking him up?"

Yu Xiaogang looked again at Tang San lying outside his door. His anger gradually subsided, and he could not help but feel troubled.

Night fell.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars formed a beautiful painting.

Lu Yuan sat quietly cross-legged in his room, cultivating.

After completing one circulation, the soul power within his body steadily and continuously increased at a slow pace.

Tang Wutong had taught him the Mysterious Heaven Technique several days ago.

Moreover, it was the complete version, containing the cultivation method for opening the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

Although the God King Tang had split his daughter's soul into three parts, she was still his biological daughter. He had not been stingy with cultivation techniques or resources.

It was also through Tang Wutong that Lu Yuan had been able to cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Treasured Record.

"Lu Yuan!"

Just as Lu Yuan became absorbed in cultivation, a deep voice suddenly passed through the window and reached his ears.

Lu Yuan abruptly opened his eyes. His brows furrowed as he thought, Could it be the rat?

"Come out."

The voice came closer, sounding out once more.

"What nerve."

A faint curve appeared on Lu Yuan's lips as he opened the door.

Tang Wutong immediately came up to him. "My lord, that voice...?"

"Come on. Let's meet him. If we get the chance, we'll kill him." Lu Yuan smiled coldly.

"Alright!"

The two stepped outside and immediately saw a burly man standing in the corner by the wall.

He wore a tattered black robe, and a heavy stench mixed with alcohol hung around him.

He gripped an enormous hammer in one hand. Light flickered beneath his feet,

and yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red—nine soul rings in total—rose one after another and circled around his body!