No Sleeping Here

Yu Xiaogang went flying.

To put it in a more romantic and amusing way, he soared into the sky to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun. He had finally fulfilled his lifelong wish of trampling all living beings beneath his feet!

Though only temporarily. And he fell terribly, face-first, skidding several meters across the ground. The skin on half his face had been scraped away, and in the worst spots, white bone could even be seen beneath the flesh and blood.

Qitian symbolized virtue and was indeed kind and compassionate, but that depended on whom he was being kind and compassionate toward. No matter how benevolent the proud Great Sage was, he could not treat everyone like a saintly mother. The fact that Wang Tianyi had not taken Yu Xiaogang's life was already the result of him keeping his reason and showing mercy.

Tang San was completely dumbfounded. He only heard a gust of wind howl past his ears, and then the teacher he had just acknowledged went flying. He wanted to catch his teacher, but he was powerless to do so. He could only watch helplessly as Yu Xiaogang rolled across the ground before rushing over in a panic.

"What the hell are you babbling about? Take my Ruyi Jingu Bang!"

Wang Tianyi snorted coldly, his face full of irritation. He spat on the ground, then slung the Golden Cudgel over his shoulder and swaggered toward the dormitories.

"Teacher!"

Tang San turned the prone Yu Xiaogang over and was greeted by a mangled, bloody face. He was both shocked and enraged. Shocked because the strength and speed Wang Tianyi had unleashed had escaped even his Purple-Gold Demon Eyes. Enraged because this guy was so overbearing. His teacher had merely rambled on a tiny little bit, and every word and action had been for that guy's own good. Wasn't it a tremendous blessing to have Tang God King take someone as a teacher? Yet this guy failed to appreciate it and struck so viciously...

What could be endured, and what could not? Even if his uncle could endure it, his aunt could not!

"Stop!"

Tang San shouted furiously. Martial Soul Possession. Soul Power surged through his body as the first layer of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, already perfected, silently began to circulate. Purple light shimmered in his eyes, while cold gleams flashed in his hands.

Wang Tianyi stopped and sneered disdainfully. He turned around impatiently and looked at Tang San, whose face was sallow from obvious malnutrition and whose small, skinny frame was even weaker than Wang Tianyi's had been before awakening his Martial Soul. Casually, he smashed the Ruyi Jingu Bang into the ground. One of its golden bands sank completely into the earth, radiating waves of pressure.

"Kid, got a problem?"

"Of course! My teacher merely said a few more words, and every word and deed was for your own good! Do you really think your knowledge can surpass that of a theoretical master? How dare you strike so heavily! I will never forgive you!"

Had Wang Tianyi's blow just now struck Yu Xiaogang's face? No, it had clearly struck Tang San's ass! Though he came from the Shu Tang Sect and had experienced plenty of such things... but that was not the point! The point was that heaven, earth, ruler, parents, and teacher deserved respect. Beating his teacher in front of his disciple—there was nothing more disrespectful in this world!

Wang Tianyi: There is, brother. Of course there is!

Tang San moved. His feet stepped through the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Purple Demon Eyes gleamed in his gaze, and cold light flashed in his palms. They were clearly flying knives and sharp nails. He attacked with extreme viciousness, every move aimed straight at Wang Tianyi's vital points. Since he had already determined that the other party had earned the right to die, sparing his life would only bring trouble upon himself!

"You really don't know how to write the word 'death'!"

A cold glint appeared in Wang Tianyi's eyes!

He grabbed the Ruyi Jingu Bang beside him and shattered Tang San's hidden weapons with a single swing! How powerful could hidden weapons thrown by a six-year-old child possibly be? Before the 13,500-jin Golden Cudgel, they were beneath notice. The wind from the swing alone blew those hidden weapons away!

As the saying went: you have your hidden weapon techniques, and I have my Qitian Staff!

The Golden Cudgel was as light as nothing in Wang Tianyi's hands. He swung it rapidly, practically making flowers bloom from it! The wind it stirred formed a dust cyclone that began tugging at Tang San's body.

"Stop! What are you doing?!"

This was, after all, the entrance to Notting Academy. It was broad daylight, and the commotion from their fight was considerable, so it naturally drew the attention of the academy's teachers! The dean of studies, with barely two hairs left on his head and a huge belly sticking out, hurried over. The fat on his body jiggled with every step, but the three Soul Rings beneath his feet revealed his true strength—he was a Three-Ring Soul Elder!

Tang San, drenched in sweat, stopped at once. Without a Storage Soul Tool, he did not have many hidden weapons to begin with, and they were only the most basic throwing weapons. As the fight continued, he realized that the Tang Sect techniques he had been so proud of were completely useless. Wang Tianyi's staff formed an impenetrable defense and possessed tremendous power. If his malnourished little body took a single blow, he would definitely be reduced to chunks of meat!

Just kidding. There would not even be chunks that big. He would turn directly into paste...

Wang Tianyi disdained taking advantage of the moment to launch a sneak attack. He withdrew his Martial Soul and stared fearlessly at the dean of studies, too stingy to even spare Tang San a mocking glance.

"In broad daylight, are you trying to tear this academy apart? You, and you! Both of you, come with me to the administration office! Hey, who's that over there? No sleeping inside the academy during the day!"

The dean of studies strode angrily toward Yu Xiaogang and kicked him impatiently. The kick did not cause much harm, but it was immensely humiliating. Yu Xiaogang, already unconscious, naturally knew nothing of it, but Tang San beside him saw it and marked this dean of studies as someone who had earned the right to die.

"Hey! I told you not to sleep, and now you're snoring?"

The dean of studies rolled up his sleeves, utterly unaware that the snoring sound came from Yu Xiaogang's throat. It was caused by blood that should have been coughed out but had gotten stuck in his airway.

"Hiss! I only just noticed—why is this guy covered in blood? You two have some nerve. You're this young and already daring to dump corpses around. Back in my day, I only dared dump them behind the mountain..."

This dean of studies clearly had something wrong with his head and was absolutely a fan of dark jokes. Tang San could not endure it any longer. He rushed over and explained what had happened, and only then did the dean of studies realize that the person lying on the ground was the headmaster's friend—the invincible theoretical master!

How had this master been beaten into such a state?

"Beaten like a wo... cough, cough. Oh, my dear master! Who did this?"

The dean of studies coughed twice, nearly voicing the truest thought deep in his heart. He put on an angry expression, then turned his gaze toward the last person present—Wang Tianyi.

With just one look, his eyes went wide!

This useless man is still a Soul Grandmaster, after all! And this child looks only six or seven years old. He beat Yu Xiaogang into this state?

The dean of studies' heart stirred. Only after a moment did he impatiently respond to Tang San's request to punish Wang Tianyi, but his decision was...

"Enough. Send the master to the infirmary first! The dean of studies will seek justice for the master!"

The dean of studies pointed Tang San toward the infirmary. But Tang San had lived two lives; how could he fail to see the perfunctoriness in the dean of studies' eyes?

Sure enough, as he carried Yu Xiaogang down the road toward the infirmary, he casually turned his head and discovered that the dean of studies had already bent down and had even thoughtfully taken a lollipop from his robes...