Gangzi, Don't Look Back. It's Me

After returning, Ling Han kept mulling it over.

Condensing Blue Silver Grass into a spear was nowhere near his ultimate goal.

What he really wanted was for Tang San's Blue Silver Grass to work like his own ice element: become nine great dragons and unleash a Self-Created Soul Skill like Profound Ice Dragon Soar.

He had even picked a name for it: Blue Silver Dragon Soar!

But achieving that would be anything but easy.

With Tang San's current Soul Power, condensing nine dragons was out of the question. He probably couldn't even manage one.

With nothing else to do, Ling Han decided to take a stroll around the academy.

At his current level of cultivation, he no longer needed to sleep.

Nouding Academy wasn't very large, so when Ling Han had time to spare, he usually wandered around the Back Mountain.

As he passed the Dormitory Area, he heard a commotion coming from its square.

He went over for a look. Wasn't that his beloved disciple, Tang San?

Tang San was sparring with another small figure dressed in pink.

After obtaining his First Soul Ring, Tang San had gained many more ways to fight. The square also gave him plenty of room, so he was no longer so easily put on the back foot against Xiao Wu.

Tang San held a spear formed from Blue Silver Grass as he sparred with Xiao Wu.

The Soft Bone Rabbit's agility made it difficult for Tang San to hit Xiao Wu.

But the range of his Blue Silver Grass made it just as difficult for Xiao Wu to get close to him.

Without a chance to use Waist Bow, she couldn't bring Tang San down. The fight reached a stalemate.

Ling Han was watching with keen interest when he spotted a man with a short, flat haircut crouching in the bushes nearby.

Wasn't that Gangzi?

Ling Han was puzzled. Why was Gangzi hiding here to watch Tang San and Xiao Wu fight? He quietly crept over.

With Ling Han's Soul Saint cultivation, keeping Gangzi from noticing him was child's play.

As he drew closer, he heard Gangzi muttering to himself.

"Damn it, Tang San was supposed to be my disciple! And how could he absorb a Soul Ring like that? He should have absorbed one from that Mandala Snake. My theory can't be wrong. A Plant-type Martial Soul can absorb a Soul Ring from an animal-type soul beast! If it weren't for Ling Han, my theory would already have been proven!"

Hearing Yu Xiaogang talk about him like that left Ling Han speechless.

Apparently, the man still hadn't been beaten badly enough to learn his lesson.

Yu Xiaogang was so engrossed in Tang San and Xiao Wu's fight, and so busy continuing to curse Ling Han, that he failed to notice someone seize the back of his collar.

He was hauled up by his collar.

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth to shout, only to find that a layer of solid ice had frozen it shut.

"Mmph, mmph, mmph..."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

He tried to turn his head, but his neck was frozen too. The cold was seeping into his body.

"Gangzi, don't look back. It's me, Ling Han."

To Yu Xiaogang, Ling Han's voice sounded like a demon whispering in his ear. Terror gripped him.

Then Yu Xiaogang saw his feet leave the ground as he shot high into the air.

Ling Han spread his Ice Wings and carried Yu Xiaogang straight into the sky.

With his current physique, Ling Han could easily fly a kilometer or two up.

Yu Xiaogang was another matter. Poor Gangzi still hadn't reached Soul Elder. If they went too high, he might run out of oxygen and die.

At just five hundred meters, Gangzi was already struggling to breathe.

That was when Ling Han removed the ice from his mouth.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Let me go!"

Gangzi shouted in terror.

"You want me to let you go? All right."

Ling Han nodded, then released him.

"Aaah!"

Gangzi plummeted through the air, screaming.

"See? I let you go, and you're still not happy."

Ling Han shook his head in feigned helplessness, then dove and caught Gangzi.

Once again, he held Gangzi by the back of his collar.

Still shaken, Gangzi gulped down air.

For a moment during that fall, he'd thought he was about to meet his dearly departed great-grandmother.

"Well, Grandmaster? Do you still need me to let go?"

They were still hundreds of meters above the ground. If Ling Han let go, Yu Xiaogang would fall to his death.

"No, no! Consecrated Ling, there's no bad blood between us. Why are you doing this to me?"

Ling Han could still recite every word Yu Xiaogang had said about him moments earlier. The man's shamelessness left him speechless.

He truly had no words for it.

"Grandmaster, Grandmaster. Did it never occur to you that high-level Soul Masters have better hearing than ordinary people? Then again, at your level, you've never even absorbed a Thousand-Year Soul Ring. What would you know?"

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened at once.

"When you were secretly watching Xiao San and Xiao Wu fight, what did you say? Did you think I couldn't hear you?"

Yu Xiaogang recalled the vicious things he had said about Ling Han, and guilt washed over him. His dark expression turned deathly pale.

The man before him was a Soul Saint with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. Yu Xiaogang was no longer in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, either. If Ling Han wanted to do anything to him here, it would be all too easy.

The word dignity had never existed in Yu Xiaogang's dictionary. He immediately began to beg.

"Consecrated Ling, please forgive a petty man's mistake! I wasn't thinking straight. Please let me go!"

"Ah, you haven't realized you were wrong. You're just scared."

Ling Han had no intention of accepting such an insincere apology.

Then his hand "accidentally" slipped again, and Gangzi fell.

"Aaah!"

His screams rang out one after another, like a pig being slaughtered for the New Year.

When Ling Han dove down and caught Gangzi again, he discovered the man had wet himself in terror.

"Seriously, Grandmaster? That's all it took to scare you into wetting yourself? You're no fun at all."

Yu Xiaogang had no mind to respond to Ling Han's mockery. All he wanted was to get down, return to his quarters, and put on clean pants.

"Consecrated Ling, please let me go! I'll never speak ill of you behind your back again!"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang like this, Ling Han lost interest. He flew him back to Nouding Academy.

When they were still a few meters above the ground, Ling Han let go and dropped Yu Xiaogang.

It was just high enough to hurt. With Yu Xiaogang's Soul Grandmaster physique, the fall would injure him, but it wouldn't kill him.

He hit the ground with a thud and took a long time to get back up.

When Ling Han returned to the Dormitory Area, the square was empty. Tang San and Xiao Wu must have finished their fight.