Tang San's Outlook on the Future, Yu Xiaogang Explodes in Rage and Slaps Tang San

Ma Hongjun?

A piece of trash who only knew indulgence, someone who had consumed an Immortal Herb and a Ten-Headed Fierce Sun Snake Inner Core in the original work, only to barely scrape by with a Second-Ranked God position in the end thanks to the Black-Rank Trial on Sea God Island.

As for his regrets with Bai Chenxiang... wasn't that just completely deserved? Did he deserve even a shred of sympathy from anyone?

Just a waste with no background and no strength, someone Lin Yan could make disappear at any moment.

Yet for now, given Ma Hongjun's not particularly overt hostility, Lin Yan was not about to make a move against him on purpose.

Better to... wait and settle accounts with Dai Mubai together!

Putting away his subtle gloom, Lin Yan shifted to a warm smile as he looked at Ning Rongrog.

"Alright, go get some rest. I'm planning to go back and wash the dust off myself, too."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong lowered her delicate, pretty face in embarrassment, fidgeting for quite a while before speaking.

"Um... could you give me a few more of those feathers from the other day? I used up the last ones."

"Feathers?" Lin Yan summoned his Prayer Angel Martial Soul, and with a flick of his wrist, two golden feathers materialized in his palm. "You mean these?"

"Mhm."

The girl snatched the feathers away. "I'm going to rest now."

With that, she didn't bother saying anything else to Lin Yan, turning and jogging back to her dorm. The way she looked, she seemed as anxious as someone up to no good.

Lin Yan was baffled, but he didn't dwell on it either. He cast a calm glance at Zhu Zhuqing before walking back to his own dorm.

The rest of the people soon dispersed as well, and the academy gates were quickly left with only Li Yusong sunbathing once more.

The sunlight wasn't too harsh, and the breeze was just right.

Li Yusong covered his face with his battered fan and resumed his nap.

Not long after, inside the Girls' Dormitory.

Ning Rongrong stepped out of the bathroom wiping her damp hair, looking at Xiao Wu, who was lost in thought nearby.

"Xiao Wu, where's Zhuqing?"

"Not sure. Seems like she went into town."

Xiao Wu's absent-minded reply made her look listless; it was obvious she had something on her mind.

Seeing her like this, far from offering comfort, Ning Rongrong asked another question instead.

"She won't be back for a while, right?"

Xiao Wu raised her eyes. "Probably not? Why?"

"N-nothing... There's still plenty of hot water, you should go wash up too. It's so comfortable."

Hearing this, Xiao Wu shook her head, looking as though she wanted to shake away all her tangled thoughts.

Phew~

"A bath will fix it!"

She muttered to herself in encouragement, patted both cheeks, and then retrieved the light in her eyes as she strode into the bathroom.

Come to think of it, Lin Yan was the one who had built this bathroom for them.

Seeing Xiao Wu close the bathroom door, a trace of sneaky delight flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes. She quickly hurried back to her bed and dove under the covers.

How could she possibly not know why Xiao Wu was feeling low? But in the face of "matters of great importance," nothing else mattered.

The girl took one last glance at the bathroom door, hearing the steady sound of running water from within. The next second, she took the feathers Lin Yan had just given her out of her Storage Ring.

"Lin Yan, I like you so much."

A gentle breeze blew past, and the splashing water inside the bathroom added a touch of peace to the narrow dormitory.

Meanwhile, inside Lin Yan's room.

"When do you plan to... make... our relationship public?"

"Hm? Can't wait?"

"I want to be openly with you, just like Rongrong. Even Xiao Wu gets to help you massage, but I have to keep my distance from you every single moment."

For some reason, Zhu Zhuqing's desire to possess Lin Yan suddenly reached its peak at that moment.

"How about... we kill Dai Mubai."

"Hiss—"

Hearing this, Lin Yan drew a sharp breath, and the next second...

"Lin Yan, mm-hph... I like you so much!"

Time slipped away amidst the chirping of insects and birds, and in the blink of an eye, evening arrived.

Inside the Dean's office, Tang San looked at the person opposite him.

"Teacher, that's how the situation stands."

"Even though the Millennium Lone Bamboo only provided me with a [Toughness] skill and weakened the venom of my Blue Silver Grass..."

"It yielded a Trunk Bone. After fusing with the spirit bone, my soul power immediately increased by two ranks, and my physical fitness also received a massive boost."

"I feel like this is a good thing, because this feeling of overflowing vitality has even accelerated my cultivation speed. I plan to continue absorbing this type of life-attribute spirit beast in the future."

When Tang San finished speaking, the air fell silent.

Sitting across from him was a middle-aged man with a round face, stubble, and a buzz cut. His slovenly appearance wasn't quite comparable to a homeless person, yet his stain-covered long robe directly attested to his personal hygiene and living habits.

Never mind his looks; purely in terms of personal hygiene, Yu Xiaogang was probably enough to turn away 99.9% of women, and the remaining 0.1% would have to be blind!

Indeed, it was no exaggeration to say that ordinary people catching a glimpse of him from afar would feel like the man reeked!

There was no helping it—he was just too slovenly!

This was Yu Xiaogang, the so-called grandmaster of theory, who focused all his energy on martial soul research. Such a slovenly image was, in his own words, a matter of not sweating the small stuff.

At that moment, having listened to Tang San's account, Yu Xiaogang closed his eyes. He looked like he was deep in thought, and also like he was enduring something.

Seeing this, Tang San tentatively asked.

"Teacher, are you listening to me?"

Yu Xiaogang didn't answer. Flender to the side vaguely felt that things were going poorly and silently took half a step back.

"Teacher? Teacher?"

Tang San tentatively nudged Yu Xiaogang again, but who could have expected Yu Xiaogang to suddenly erupt without any warning.

Just like a zombie suddenly appearing in a horror movie.

"Rebellious disciple!"

Smack!!!

Yu Xiaogang's palm landed heavily on Tang San's face, knocking the head of the level-33 God King Tang completely sideways!