Yu Xiaogang Fled Overnight

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin did not stay in the room for long.

After repeatedly assuring that he would not reveal the matter, Ning Fengzhi led Sword Douluo out of the messy office.

Yu Xiaogang, sitting in his Wheelchair, quickly tidied up the house.

"Time truly is a cruel mistress, severing even the most outstanding talents!"

"Back in the day, the Golden Iron Triangle was renowned throughout the land, Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Skill shook the continent."

"More than a decade later, Yu Xiaogang, the Horn of Wisdom, has fallen to such a state!"

"A direct descendant of one of the Upper Three Sects, forced to rely on the charity of others to survive by a mere Soul King."

Ning Fengzhi walked a little further away and couldn't help but sigh.

Judging from Yu Xiaogang's practiced acceptance of the compensation, it's clear that this wasn't the first time he'd taken money.

"Yu Yuanzhen lived a life of great prestige, but on his deathbed, he was left with such a useless son."

"No wonder the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been declining. They can't even teach one son well, so how can they manage a sect?"

Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He simply couldn't understand how Yu Xiaogang could tolerate it.

As the direct descendant of the Upper Three Sects and the son of Titled Douluo, he lacks even the common man's bloodlust to spill blood five steps away in a fit of rage.

This is utterly disgraceful to the entire Upper Three Sects.

If Yu Xiaogang had simply said he wanted to be beaten by Scarface Gang, Chen Xin wouldn't have been so angry at his lack of ambition.

"Uncle Jian, don't get angry about these things."

"Yu Xiaogang is Yu Yuanzhen's son; his disgrace is also a disgrace to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Furthermore, for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, this might not necessarily be a bad thing."

Ning Fengzhi raised his folding fan and created gentle breezes.

"You said..."

Chen Xin's gaze suddenly fell on the dormitory in front.

A boy who looked to be about seven years old, covered in bandages, limped out.

"Oh no, I slept until now!"

"If the teacher finds out, will I still have time to rest?"

"I hope the vice Dean with the Scarface and the teacher have a long enough talk!"

Tang San muttered to himself, a look of panic showing on his face, which wasn't bandaged.

Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly; he could actually see a resemblance to an old friend in this young man.

"Little friend, what's your name?"

Ning Fengzhi a few steps forward and blocked Tang San's path.

"Who are you?"

Tang San subconsciously reached for his waist, only to find it empty.

He then remembered that he hadn't had time to forge any new Hidden Weapon.

"Don't panic, I'm a friend of Grandmaster Yu."

"I happened to be passing by the Nuoding Academy today, so I made a special trip to visit him!"

Ning Fengzhi's tone was gentle, making it impossible for anyone to feel hostility.

"So you're a friend of the teacher!" Tang San exclaimed in surprise.

"Grandmaster Yu is your teacher? So, you must be Tang San?"

Ning Fengzhi took a closer look at Tang San and found that he was covered in bandages, as if he had been severely beaten.

"You know me?" Tang San asked in surprise.

At the same time, his gaze drifted to Yu Xiaogang's office in the distance, seemingly trying to confirm Ning Fengzhi's identity.

"Of course I know you. The Grandmaster just told us about you."

How did you get so badly injured, child?

Ning Fengzhi raised his hand and manifested the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul.

A magnificent halo suddenly erupted from the sixth level of the pagoda!

A light symbolizing healing enveloped Tang San, radiating a dazzling brilliance.

"This is?"

Tang San's eyes revealed shock.

His injuries healed at an alarming rate, even his damaged meridians were not spared.

Another beam of light shot out from the fourth level of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

The moment Tang San was illuminated by this light, his Soul Power increased, and his complexion gradually became rosy.

Tear!

Tang San tore off the bandages Entanglement his body, revealing his somewhat dark skin; all the wounds on his body had disappeared.

Thank you...

"No need to say more. You are the Grandmaster's disciple, and the Grandmaster is my friend. It's only right that I take care of you."

"Besides, you might even have some connection to me."

Ning Fengzhi his hand to indicate that Tang San did not need to thank him, and then used words to pique Tang San's curiosity.

"What is my relationship with you?" Tang San asked, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Tang San, can you tell me who your father is?"

Ning Fengzhi squatted down in front of Tang San and asked softly.

"My father?" Tang San blinked and continued, "My father's name is Tang Hao, and he's the blacksmith in our village!"

"Tang Hao?"

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's eyes gleamed.

Unexpectedly, Yu Xiaogang's apprentice is actually Tang Hao's son!

Ning Fengzhi almost burst out laughing. The Upper Three Sects are closely connected; this is a sure thing!

"Tang Hao, it's Tang Hao!"

Didn't your father tell you his true identity?

Ning Fengzhi asked again in a soft voice.

"Your true identity? Isn't my father a blacksmith?" Tang San asked, puzzled.

Since your father didn't tell you, there's nothing we can say.

"By the way, where does your father work as a blacksmith? May I visit him?"

Ning Fengzhi patted Tang San's head and said.

"My father was the blacksmith of Holy Soul Village, but he has left, and I don't know where he is!"

Tang San sounded somewhat disappointed.

Upon hearing that Tang Hao had left, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin exchanged a glance.

"I see!" Ning Fengzhi nodded and said, "Your father and I are old acquaintances."

"Since you are his son, you shall call me Uncle Ning from now on."

Ning Fengzhi decisively tried to get closer to Tang San.

"Uncle Ning, do you know where my father went?"

When will he come back to see me?

Tang San followed the lead, subtly hinting at his intentions.

"Strive to become stronger. When you stand at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent, you will naturally have the opportunity to meet him."

Although he wasn't quite sure where Tang Hao had gone, Ning Fengzhi still gave a generic answer.

Ning Fengzhi's answer was not much different from Yu Xiaogang's, which made Tang San somewhat disappointed.

"Xiao San, I'll call you that from now on."

"Since you are Tang Hao's son and have been accepted as a disciple by the Grandmaster, you must have some extraordinary abilities."

Ning Fengzhi began to probe Tang San's abilities.

The first principle of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record: Never let someone you cannot fully trust know your true strength!

Although Ning Fengzhi healed his injuries, one thing is one thing.

"Uncle Ning, I don't have any special abilities. I'm just an ordinary Soul Master, and my Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass."

As he was speaking, Tang San released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and a Yellow Soul Ring landed at his feet.

A nauseating stench immediately assaulted my senses.

Ning Fengzhi caught off guard and inhaled a mouthful of nausea. Having lived a life of luxury, he had never smelled such a disgusting odor before.

"Vomit!"

Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but gag.

Tang San's face darkened. His Blue Silver Grass didn't smell very good, but his teacher's friend was being incredibly rude.

"Cough cough cough... Sorry... I didn't mean to!"

Ning Fengzhi quickly stood up to get some fresh air.

"Your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul has mutated?" Chen Xin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, senior!"

"The First Soul Ring of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul comes from the hundred-year-old Corrosive Swamp Venomfang Python, inheriting some of its characteristics."

Tang San could sense that the old man in front of him was extremely terrifying, as if he could kill someone invisibly with just a glance.

"The Corrosive Swamp Venomfang Python?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned; he vaguely remembered having seen information about the Corrosive Swamp Venomfang Python before.

Although the reason is not explicitly stated, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's collection of books notes that this type of Soul Beast is not suitable as a Soul Ring for Soul Master.

Why did Grandmaster Yu choose the Corrosive Swamp Venomfang Python as your First Soul Ring?

"This is to prove the teacher's Martial Soul Mimicry Theory!"

Tang San began to explain Yu Xiaogang's Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul Theory.

After listening, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin both fell silent.

What's the point of these theories?

Based solely on these theories, does Yu Xiaogang dare to claim he can cultivate Blue Silver Grass Soul Master into top-tier powerhouses on the continent?

At that moment, Ning Fengzhi suddenly understood.

Either Yu Xiaogang is lying, or Tang San is lying.

But it no longer matters who is lying.

If Yu Xiaogang is lying, then Tang San is no threat at all!

If Tang San is lying...

Ning Fengzhi believes that, after being nurtured by Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul Theory, even if Tang San has Twin Martial Souls, he will not pose a threat in the future.

The best way to destroy Tang San is to make him put Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul Theory into practice.

"Grandmaster, you are truly a divine being!"

Ning Fengzhi slowly raised his head, trying hard not to laugh, and praised with his eyes closed.

"In that case, I won't disturb you and your master any longer."

Ning Fengzhi was starting to lose his composure; he no longer intended to stay in Nuoding City.

Tang San's Martial Soul is undoubtedly Blue Silver Grass; it's highly unlikely that he possesses Twin Martial Souls.

If one truly possesses Twin Martial Souls, what use would Clear Sky Hammer of the same quality as Blue Silver Grass be?

Xu Yuan and Xiao Wu, both Innate Full Soul Power, are already Soul Grandmaster, while Tang San is still only a One-Ring Soul Master.

The two are not comparable at all, and it's not worth his time.

"Uncle Ning, are you leaving?"

"Xiao San, you should cultivate diligently! Remember to say goodbye to the Grandmaster for us."

Ning Fengzhi patted Tang San on the shoulder, and then left Nuoding Academy with Sword Douluo.

Tang San ran to Yu Xiaogang's office, wanting to ask about Ning Fengzhi.

"Xiao San, why are your bandages off?"

"Teacher, I met Uncle Ning on my way, and he cured me!"

Tang San scratched his head, but his words caused Yu Xiaogang's expression to change drastically.

"Xiao San, you ran into Ning... Sect Master Ning? He didn't do anything to you, did he? And what about the others?"

"Teacher, I'm fine. Uncle Ning healed my injuries and then left the academy."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang San is his lifeline; anyone else can get into trouble, but Tang San one who cannot be harmed.

"Then yours..." Yu Xiaogang held up two fingers.

"Teacher, even if I only have the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, I won't let you down."

Tang San said with a smile.

"Excellent! Truly worthy of being my disciple!"

Yu Xiaogang understood the subtext in Tang San's words and laughed heartily.

"Now that your injuries have healed, it's time for us to leave Nuoding City."

"I will take you to Shrek; that's where your stage will be!"

Ning Fengzhi had already left, Yu Xiaogang, worried that Scarface would make a comeback, decided to flee overnight with his bucket.

"Teacher, what if Dad comes back and can't find us after we leave Nuoding City?"

"Don't worry, your father is... Anyway, if he wants to find us, he definitely will."

"I'll have the Dean leave a letter for your father, then he'll know where to find us!"

After saying that, Yu Xiaogang took out a rope to tie the Wheelchair and then put a rein on Tang San.

"Xiao San, stop standing there! There are two steamed buns here."

"After we finish eating, let's run 100 kilometers to warm up!"

Two steamed buns, one hundred kilometers?

Tang San stared blankly at the two steamed buns in his hands. Even a mule shouldn't be treated like this!

"Teacher, shall we walk to Suotuo City?"

"Fool, how could that be? It's just too late today. We'll change to a horse-drawn carriage tomorrow morning."

Tang San: "..."

Tang San found it hard to accept; he had only rested for a day and hadn't even had time to forge the Hidden Weapon.

Are you suggesting he pull his teacher's Wheelchair, traveling day and night, for a hundred kilometers?

"Teacher, shouldn't we tell anyone else? Deputy Dean Dao even said today..."

"That's enough. Don't mention the Scarface in front of me again. I don't know which bastard leaked my location, but don't let me catch him, or I'll definitely..."

Yu Xiaogang was so angry he gritted his teeth.

Tang San didn't dare say another word, and just nervously gnawed on his steamed bun.

After finishing the two steamed buns, Tang San put on the reins and, like an ox or a horse, pulled Yu Xiaogang's Wheelchair and set off.