Surface Master and Disciple, Hidden Murder!

Far down the alley outside the small courtyard in the east of the city, Tang Hao stared fixedly in a certain direction.

His face still held that decadent look, his hair unkempt, and a thick beard covering most of his face.

He had seen Little San follow that fellow Yu Xiaogang to this place, and then Little San had run back out, before running back inside to close the doors, never coming out again.

He frowned, just about to withdraw his gaze, when his ears suddenly twitched.

A few miserable wails drifted from the courtyard, laced with a youth's suppressed roars.

You fellows have the way of death upon you...

I, Tang San, will destroy your Rose Boy Band at any cost!

Tang Hao's expression changed drastically.

Almost instinctively, he thrust his spiritual power inward, and the next instant, his entire face sank.

Furious fire exploded from his chest, and without a moment's hesitation, his figure turned into a residual image, charging directly into that small courtyard.

Kicking the door open with a single foot, the foul, fishy stench inside rushed forth, making his stomach churn.

Tang Hao saw Tang San. That son whom he had cultivated as a tool for revenge was being pinned underneath by a black man.

You are courting death!

His spirit power erupted with a roar, and with a single slap downward, the black man didn't even have time to issue a miserable shriek before he turned into a ball of blood mist.

Simultaneously, Tang San's entire body trembled violently, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

With a shifting expression, Tang Hao stared at those unconscious Spirit Emperors and Spirit Kings on the ground, killing intent surging within his eyes.

His spirit power vibrated once more, pounding all the remaining members of the Rose Boy Band into minced meat.

His gaze landed on Yu Xiaogang, and then upon that shivering Luo Sanpao on the ground whose legs were too weak to stand straight, the killing intent at the bottom of his eyes soaring.

Just a short while ago, he had entrusted his son to this fellow, yet in the blink of an eye, such a thing had happened.

His Little San was only six years old.

Only six years old!

He had no idea whether this matter would leave a psychological trauma upon him.

With a shifting expression, Tang Hao longed to slap Yu Xiaogang to death as well, but upon seeing those disgusting shower gel bubbles, he forcibly suppressed his killing intent.

Yu Xiaogang could not die.

This fellow had ties to Bibi Dong and Yu Yuanzhen behind him, and he still needed this fellow to help Little San research the cultivation of Twin Martial Souls.

With a dark face, he wrapped spirit power around those two disheveled figures, taking them away from the small courtyard while casually blasting the entire house into ruins.

Finding a river nearby, he crudely tossed Tang San and Yu Xiaogang into the water, rinsing them repeatedly several times,

before pulling them out and throwing them back into the Notting Academy dormitory. He concealed his own form as well, landing in the distance to watch in silence.

The rising morning sun shone in from outside the window, landing upon Tang San's face.

He let out a muffled groan, slowly opening his eyes, and froze upon seeing an unfamiliar ceiling.

Then memories rushed back into his mind like a tide, his complexion instantly turning pale as he abruptly sat upright, only to draw in a cold breath of air due to the sharp pain in a certain part of his body.

He lowered his head to glance at his own body; his clothes were still on.

Yet that pain clearly told him that last night's events were no dream.

His gaze slowly shifted to the side, where Yu Xiaogang lay collapsed disorderly across the bed, completely unconscious.

Tang San's eyes gradually turned red.

As the dignified God King Tang, reborn into another lifetime, he had actually been defiled by a black man...

He clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, every inch of his body screaming with pain and humiliation.

Another question struck him: just how had he managed to return yesterday?

That group couldn't possibly have been so kind-hearted as to change his clothes and throw him back.

At the mere thought of those fellows, killing intent soared in his eyes.

Utter humiliation!

Simply utter humiliation!

He carefully pondered the trajectory of Yu Xiaogang's recent words.

It seemed that the night before yesterday, Gangzi had also gone out once.

He had spent half the next day lying in bed.

Moreover, he noticed some footprints at the doorway.

Recalling last night's events, it seemed quite similar to what those fellows did.

Damned fellows, even after doing that sort of thing, they actually threw people right back to their original spots.

Tang San felt incomparably humiliated.

With blood-red eyes, he looked over at Yu Xiaogang.

He felt around his body; the Silent Sleeve Arrow was still there, and though his dagger was lost, he still had a few flying needles in his bosom.

He drew out the flying needles and slowly approached Yu Xiaogang, his gaze shifting uncertainly.

As long as Yu Xiaogang died, no one would know what happened last night.

He would still be Tang San, that pure and flawless Tang San, rather than someone who had been...

At this moment, he no longer cared about Bibi Dong or Yu Yuanzhen.

Step by step, he drew close. His gait was somewhat unsteady due to the pain, but the killing intent in his eyes grew increasingly thick and heavy.

The flying needle aimed straight at Yu Xiaogang's temple. Taking a deep breath, he was just about to stab downward—

Yu Xiaogang suddenly let out a soft groan, rolled over, and his eyes cracked open a tiny slit.

Er... Where is this?

Yu Xiaogang was dazed for quite a while before gradually recalling the fragments of last night, and his already pale face turned even uglier.

He had returned to this dormitory again.

It had been like that those other times too.

Every time those fellows finished enjoying themselves, they would throw him back once more.

At the thought that he would have to continue facing such a dark life in the future,

a tear unconsciously slipped from the corner of his eye. He took a few deep breaths to barely steady his emotions, then slowly turned his head to see Tang San's worried expression, warming his heart.

Little San... You, why are you here?

He struggled to get up, but the movement tugged at his wounds, causing a sharp pain. He drew in a cold breath and collapsed back onto the bed.

Tang San hurried forward, having long since quietly stowed away those flying needles, his tone sincere and worried:

I came to look for you this morning and found that you were still asleep, and your clothes were all rumpled. Teacher, did you go out to drink again? Let me help you up.

Yu Xiaogang looked at him, his eye sockets turning slightly red, his throat hoarse from overuse:

It's nothing... Teacher just drank a bit too much last night, it's no trouble.

That sort of matter concerning the Rose Boy Band absolutely could not be spoken of, so he immediately concealed it.

Pausing, he raised a hand and patted Tang San's shoulder:

Good child, with you having this heart, Teacher is content.

Teacher,

Tang San's face was full of earnestness, carrying a look of concern,

you are my most important teacher, and the most important theoretical grandmaster in the spirit master world. You must take care of your health.

Yu Xiaogang pulled him into his embrace, his face moved, his voice carrying a choke:

Good child, good child... Teacher knows, Teacher will pay attention in the future.

Yet he failed to notice that Tang San's expression had instantly turned gloomy, the killing intent in his eyes soaring.

After a moment, Yu Xiaogang finally released him, supporting his shoulders and speaking to him earnestly.

Little San, Teacher will arrange the best training for you right now. I will definitely make you the most outstanding spirit master, and Teacher will teach you all of my skills.

Tang San was silent for a moment before revealing a smile: I believe in Teacher.

Master and disciple embraced tightly. Viewed from outside the door, this scene was truly heart-touching and deeply affectionate.

On Tang San's face was a gentle smile, while the bottom of his eyes remained ice-cold.

He would wait for the day when he became strong enough.

By then, the Rose Boy Band, Yu Xiaogang, and that black man—

he would make them all pay the price one by one.

Only, he was still not strong enough right now; he needed to endure.

One day, he would kill them all!

Meanwhile, within the Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi set down the intelligence in his hands, his brows slightly furrowed as he gently tapped his fingertips on the tabletop:

Has that old poison Dugu Bo changed his temperament? Or is there something special about that group of people?

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back off to the side, turning his head slightly: Fengzhi, what happened?

Ning Fengzhi handed the intelligence over: Uncle Jian, take a look at this.

Chen Xin took it and read through it once, a trace of unusual color flashing within those normally indifferent eyes:

The old poison is actually treating a group of people with utmost respect, even inviting the other party into his residence to entertain them personally? With his temper, he would never put on such a posture even when facing a Title Douluo of the same rank.

That group of people has issues!

Interesting.

The corners of Ning Fengzhi's lips curved upward slightly. Have people keep watch and investigate the origins of those three.

Chen Xin nodded slightly: Still, someone capable of making Dugu Bo bow his head probably won't have a simple background.

Then we must investigate even more.

Ning Fengzhi picked up that piece of intelligence once more, his gaze lingering on the description of the blonde youth. Lost in thought for a moment, he spoke up:

Have the scouts keep an eye on their movements without alerting the enemy. When the time comes, we will go meet them and see just what kind of people they are.