Scar-faced Brother; Rose Yu Xiaogang Caught Again

Notting City, Chelsea Tavern.

In the corner, a figure with a sexy buzz cut was holding a wine glass, drinking away with flushed cheeks, a smile he couldn't hide hanging on his face.

Ever since the jade-green evening shadows fell, Yu Xiaogang had been sitting right here, cup after cup without stopping.

Before coming to the tavern, he had once again indoctrinated his good disciple Tang San with that set of "great and invincible" top ten core competitive theories, and that good child had looked at him with an expression of [admiration] the entire time, letting him thoroughly enjoy the feeling of being worshiped by others.

What was more, these past few days, Tang San had made a name for himself throughout the school.

Thirteen years old, first spirit ring, terrifying combat power, and students of the same age group had been challenged by him all over the place.

This could be said to have given him an immense amount of face.

And it simultaneously proved that his theory of "plant-type spirit masters absorbing animal spirit rings, causing Blue Silver Grass to become toxic and mutate" was established, heavily slapping the faces of those fellows who only knew how to badmouth him behind his back as a freeloading good-for-nothing.

Even those teachers who used to nag him incessantly had lost their voices lately.

He, Yu Xiaogang, would definitely rely on these top ten core theories to make his name shake the world.

By that time, ten thousand people would revere him, a hundred families would submit, and who in the world would not know him?

Yu Xiaogang raised his head once again, filled another cup, and tossed it down.

Through his drunken, hazy vision, he seemed to have already seen himself standing at the peak of the spirit master world, his theories passed down for a hundred generations, and his name known to everyone.

Ha-ha... Heroes of the world, there is only me, Yu Xiaogang!

Yu Xiaogang laughed out loud. Before the laughter died away, his entire body slumped limply onto the table, drunk to the point of complete unconsciousness.

The surrounding drinkers glanced at him and curled their lips.

This freeloading fake grandmaster was spouting nonsense here again.

No one paid him any mind, and the din inside the tavern quickly filled the corner once more.

And right at this moment, at the end of the street outside the tavern, several tall figures slowly walked over.

They were five sturdy, burly men whose muscles stretched their robes taut. Their shoulders and backs swayed as they walked, and they possessed an aggressive aura—at a glance, they were clearly not kind people.

The leader among them was the most eye-catching.

He was close to two meters and five tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. His muscles were knotted like cast iron, and his square face had distinct contours. On both sides of the corners of his mouth were fierce, symmetrical scars resembling the Chinese character "eight" carved into his face with a knife.

The two scars twisted together when he grinned, making him look even fiercer and more terrifying.

He raised his head to glance at the tavern's signboard, the corners of his mouth slowly spreading apart.

"Third Boss, this is the place."

Someone behind him stepped forward and lowered his voice. "The First Boss and Second Boss previously lost contact right inside Notting City. Before losing contact, they were together with the rose called 'Grandmaster' in this city."

"Rose..."

Scarface, with his split face, licked his lips. "I want to see just what kind of goods could make the boss and second boss take a tumble."

"Let's go, let's meet this rose that made the boss and second boss bite the dust."

The four men behind him grinned simultaneously, their eyes revealing greed and a fierce light.

This group of people was none other than the Rose Boy Band.

Some time ago, their First Boss Scarface, Second Boss Double Scar Brother, and Fourth-in-Command Sausage Mouth Nige brought several brothers and lost contact in Notting City, with all news cut off.

When they followed the clues to that expanse of ruins from back then, they only saw broken stones and rubble covering the ground. After digging them away, they only found a few pools of dark red blood that had long since dried up.

They knew right then.

The First Boss and the others were in grave danger.

After a thorough investigation, all clues pointed to one person: Yu Xiaogang.

The heavy wooden tavern door was shoved open violently, crashing against the wall with a loud bang.

The previously noisy tavern instantly quieted down.

A few drunk patrons turned to look toward the door, the words half-spoken in their mouths stuck in their throats.

The five hulking men filed in, their sharp gazes sweeping around before landing uniformly on the table in the corner where someone was slumped.

The waiter braced himself and went up to them, a trace of a smile squeezed onto his face. "S-Several guests, you..."

The leading brawny man didn't even look at him, marching straight past him and striding toward the corner.

The four men behind him followed closely, their boots thudding against the wooden floorboards.

Everyone in the tavern held their breath.

Scarface walked up to Yu Xiaogang's table, lowering his head to size up the buzz-cut man slumped drunk on the table, and clicked his tongue twice.

"He really is quite pretty. No wonder the boss and second boss both fell."

He reached out, his rough palm covering Yu Xiaogang's sexy head and gently rubbing it.

"Not bad, not bad, good goods indeed. He lives up to our Rose Boy Band's taste—this sexy buzz cut, stubble, heh-heh."

Yu Xiaogang mumbled a muddled grunt.

Scarface withdrew his hand and licked his lips. "Take him away."

Without a second word, a brawny man behind him bent down, scooped Yu Xiaogang up from the chair in a bridal carry, and hoisted him.

Scarface glanced around at the terrified patrons, sneered, and turned to stride outside.

No one dared to stop them.

The waiter shrank behind the counter, his fingers gripping the hem of his clothes, his lips trembling twice, but in the end, he made no sound.

The five men carried an oppressive weight that took one's breath away, disappearing into the night just as they had come.

The tavern remained quiet for quite a while before someone cautiously spoke up.

...Those people, what's their background?

I don't know... but they didn't look like people to mess with.

Ah, I remember now. They're the wildly renowned Rose Boy Band!

Hiss, the Rose Boy Band?!

This fellow is probably in for a world of suffering.

For a moment, numerous patrons clenched their buttocks tight.

Compared to a certain rose named Yu Xiaogang who had fallen back into the hands of the Rose Boy Band, Tang San was working hard on his cultivation at this moment.

In the back mountain of the Notting City Primary Spirit Master Academy, Tang San sat cross-legged among the dense grass.

His Blue Silver Grass martial soul spread out and intertwined like a spiderweb.

One layer wrapped around the surrounding vegetation, absorbing the light-green life force, while the roots pierced through the humus soil and plunged deep into the earth.

Earth generates wood; wherever the roots reached, the thick earth-attribute energy was decomposed and transformed by the Xuantian Skill, blending with the plant life force and flowing into the meridians.

Up and down, absorbing simultaneously.

His cultivation speed was more than twice as fast as the same period in his past life.

The primary academy did not have a mimetic cultivation ground.

Yet Blue Silver Grass was the most common wild grass on the continent—soft yet tenacious, and everywhere.

The Notting back mountain, the wasteland outside the city, the grass by the roadside—they were everywhere.

The Blue Silver Grass martial soul resonated homogeneously, rooting in the earth and absorbing nutrients.

Using earth to generate wood.

His very own mimetic cultivation was right beneath his feet.

Reborn once more, if he still dragged his feet like in his past life, he would have lived in vain as a God King.

This life's path was very clear:

Blue Silver Grass would walk the path of ultimate life, inheriting the God Position of Life.

He would not touch the Ice and Fire Immortal Herb; the Blue Silver Grass would no longer be tainted with any ice and fire impurities.

Wildfires cannot burn it out; the spring breeze blows it back to life.

When the life force became so massive that repair outpaced burning, attribute restraint would cease to exist.

The Undying Grass was the true essence of ultimate life.

In this world, strength remained supreme.

Ever since he messed up last time and was forcibly buggered by the Rose Boy Band, he had completely woken up.

Without strength, even as God King Tang, he couldn't preserve his dignity; he had to raise his strength as fast as possible.

And then slaughter those members of the Rose Boy Band who had humiliated him.

Hiding not far away and watching Tang San cultivate, Tang Hao felt immensely gratified.

It seemed that the setback last time had made Little San understand the cruelty of the spirit master world even better.

Weakness has no truth, the strong have might.

Moreover, Little San's cultivation method also opened his eyes.

He truly was worthy of being his son.

Without a mimetic environment, he created a mimetic environment for himself.

And by using Blue Silver Grass to root in the earth and boost cultivation speed.

What a brilliant idea.

It seemed his hope of returning to the sect once again and seeking revenge against Spirit Hall was just around the corner.

A certain rat hiding in the gutter was already daydreaming about the future.

Spirit Hall!

Greet my wrath!