No Sleeping Here

Yu Xiaogang went flying.

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

Though it was only temporary, and the landing was miserable. His face hit the ground, and he skidded several meters, with the skin scraped off nearly half his face. In the worst spots, white bone could even be seen beneath the bloody flesh.

Heaven-Equaling symbolized Sacred Virtue, and while it was indeed kind and benevolent, that depended on who received that kindness and benevolence. No matter how benevolent the proud Great Sage was, he could not treat everyone like some saintly mother. The fact that Wang Tianyi had not taken Yu Xiaogang's life was already proof that he had remained rational and shown mercy.

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

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

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

"Teacher!"

Tang San turned over Yu Xiaogang, who was lying facedown on the ground, only to see a face mangled into a bloody mess. He was both shocked and furious. Shocked because the power and speed Wang Tianyi had unleashed had escaped even his Purple-Gold Demon Eyes. Furious because this guy was far too overbearing. His teacher had merely nagged a tiny little bit, and every word had been for that guy's own good. Was it not an immense blessing to have God King Tang accept someone as a teacher? Yet this fellow had been so ungrateful as to strike so viciously...

What could be tolerated? Even if his uncle could endure it, his aunt could not!

"Stop right there!"

Tang San shouted angrily. Martial Soul Possession activated, Soul Power flooded through his body, and the first level of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, already cultivated to perfection, quietly began to circulate. Purple light filled his eyes, while cold flashes gleamed in his hands.

Wang Tianyi stopped and sneered disdainfully. Turning around impatiently, he looked at Tang San, whose face was sickly yellow, clearly malnourished, and who was even shorter and thinner than Wang Tianyi had been before awakening his Martial Soul. Casually, Wang Tianyi smashed the Ruyi Jingu Bang into the ground. One golden band sank completely into the earth, radiating waves of pressure.

"Kid, what do you want?"

"Of course! My teacher merely said a few extra words, and every word and deed was for your benefit! Do you 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... that was not the point! The point was that heaven, earth, ruler, parents, and teacher must be honored. Beating his teacher in front of his disciple was the height of rudeness!

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 pointed spikes. He attacked with ruthless ferocity, every move aimed at Wang Tianyi's vital points. Since he had already determined that his opponent was courting death, sparing his life would only bring trouble upon himself!

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

A cold glint flashed across Wang Tianyi's face!

He grabbed the Ruyi Jingu Bang beside him and shattered every hidden weapon Tang San threw with a single swing! How powerful could hidden weapons thrown by a six-year-old child possibly be? Before a Golden Cudgel weighing 13,500 jin, they were not worth mentioning. The gust from the staff alone sent those hidden weapons flying!

As the saying went: You have your hidden weapon techniques, and I have my Heaven-Equaling Staff!

The Golden Cudgel was as light as nothing in Wang Tianyi's hand. He swung it rapidly, already making it dance in dazzling patterns! The wind it kicked up 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 not small, naturally drawing the attention of the academy's teachers! The dean of studies hurried over, with barely two hairs left on his head and a huge belly sticking out before him. The fat on his body jiggled with every step, but the three Soul Rings beneath his feet exposed his true strength—he was a Three-Ring Soul Elder!

Tang San, drenched in sweat, immediately stopped. Without a Storage Soul Tool, he did not have many hidden weapons to begin with, and they were only the most basic throwing types. As the fight continued, he realized that the Tang Sect's techniques he had been so proud of were utterly useless. Wang Tianyi's staff defense was impenetrable, and its strength was immense. If Tang San's malnourished little body took even one blow, he would definitely be reduced to minced meat!

Just kidding. There would not even be chunks left—he would be turned straight into paste...

Wang Tianyi disdained taking advantage of the opportunity 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 dean's office! Hey, who's that over there? No sleeping in the academy during the day!"

The dean of studies strode angrily toward Yu Xiaogang and kicked him impatiently. The kick caused no real harm, but it was extremely insulting. Yu Xiaogang had long since fainted and naturally knew nothing of it, but Tang San saw it clearly and immediately branded this dean of studies as someone courting death.

"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, where blood that should have been coughed out was lodged.

"Hiss! I only just noticed—why is this man covered in blood? You two sure have guts. You're this young, yet you already dare dump corpses around so casually. Back in my day, I only dared dump them in the rear mountain..."

There was clearly something seriously wrong with this dean of studies, and he was absolutely a fan of dark jokes. Tang San could not take it anymore. He rushed over and explained what had happened. Only then did the dean of studies realize that the person lying on the ground was the headmaster's friend! That master whose theories were unmatched!

How had this master been beaten into such a state?

"What a fine beat—cough, cough. Oh, my dear master! Who did this?"

The dean of studies coughed twice, nearly blurting out his deepest, truest thoughts. He put on an enraged expression, then turned his gaze toward the last person present—Wang Tianyi.

With just one look, his eyes went wide!

That trash is still a Soul Grandmaster, after all! And this child looks no more than six or seven. Could he have beaten Yu Xiaogang into this state?

The dean of studies' heart stirred. Only after a moment did he impatiently acknowledge Tang San's request to punish Wang Tianyi. But his handling of the matter was...

"Enough. Take the master to the infirmary first! The dean 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 perfunctory look in the man's eyes?

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