Master and Disciple Put on a Monkey Show

"Slurp~ Slurp~"

Great Master gradually regained consciousness. Feeling warmth on his Buttocks, he forced open his blurry eyes and looked behind him.

Tang San asked in delighted surprise, "Teacher, you're awake?!"

By now, Tang San's lips had turned purple from all the sucking. A ring of venom mixed with blood covered his mouth, nearly congealing into a solid.

Yu Xiaogang's vision had not fully returned yet. Everything was blurry as hell, and he could only vaguely make out a pile of solid-liquid mixture around Tang San's mouth.

Just as confusion surfaced in his still-foggy mind, Tang San lowered his head toward his Buttocks again.

Great Master was suddenly startled. What is Little San doing? His mouth is aimed at my Buttocks, and he's sucking so hard his mouth is full of it... Could it be... could it be...

Great Master's stomach churned. He swiftly tensed every muscle in his body, trying to throw Tang San off. However, his mobility had yet to recover. His body was stiff, and in his panic, his sphincter suddenly went out of control. A stream of true qi burst forth through his rectum!

Pfft!

Tang San had been working hard when a burst of gas suddenly shot out of the nearby opening, enveloping his entire face. An unparalleled stench frantically forced its way into his nostrils, nearly making Tang San pass out on the spot.

Thud!

Tang San fell to the ground and roared furiously, "I was sucking out your poison, and you actually farted in my face?!"

That fart cleared Yu Xiaogang's head considerably, and he instantly realized that his good disciple had been saving him!

"Little San, Teacher didn't do it on purpose! Teacher couldn't control himself! Ah, Teacher's body is numb. Hurry and help me turn over!"

Bai Yu held back his laughter. While regretting that this world had no cameras, he said to Tang San, "Little San, Great Master probably didn't mean it. The fact that he can still fart means he's mostly recovered!"

Hearing this, Tang San immediately thought of the glorious reputation he would earn for selflessly saving his teacher after they returned. He no longer had the mind to be angry. He turned Yu Xiaogang over and asked with concern, "Teacher, are you all right?"

Yu Xiaogang gripped Tang San's hand and asked weakly, "Little San, was I poisoned just now?"

Bai Yu beat him to it. "Yes. Great Master, the Mandala Snake's teeth scratched your Buttocks. Little San sucked the poison out for you with his mouth to save you."

At the thought of what had just happened, Master felt a wave of revulsion and could not help trembling all over.

Even knowing Tang San had been saving him, he still found that posture disgusting.

But to keep Tang San from feeling hurt, Great Master forced a smile and said, "Thanks, Little San. If you hadn't been here, I wouldn't have gotten my life back."

Tang San shook his head. "No, Teacher. If you hadn't been Hunting for a Soul Ring for me, you wouldn't have been poisoned. This was what I should have done!"

He put on an exceedingly righteous act, as if he had not been the one who had wanted to kill someone to silence them just moments ago.

After master and disciple put on a performance for each other, Bai Yu could not stand watching any longer. He gave two dry coughs and said, "The Soul Hunting Forest is dangerous, and it'll be dark soon. I think we should hurry back."

Only then did Tang San and Yu Xiaogang snap out of their award-winning acting states. The three of them swiftly left the Soul Hunting Forest together.

Bai Yu was in no hurry to try out the Soul Ring. There would be plenty of time later.

When the three arrived at the entrance of Nuoding Academy, they were astonished to find a crowd gathered there. Some people were even pushing carts selling sunflower seeds, drinks, and mineral water. It was a lively scene.

"Did something happen?" Tang San asked doubtfully.

Great Master was equally puzzled. He walked over with Tang San, intending to ask someone, but the moment the crowd saw him, their eyes lit up and they all swarmed forward.

"Great Master, we heard you took your disciple to Hunt for a Soul Ring?"

"Did you succeed? Let us have a look!"

"Let us admire the splendor of Great Master and your fine disciple!"

Yu Xiaogang instantly understood. These people had come specifically to humiliate him!

Tang San beside him secretly clenched his fists, wishing he could kill every one of these people kicking them while they were down!

Bai Yu was smarter. He had not followed the two of them over to join the spectacle and was currently watching from the edge of the crowd.

Someone said to Tang San, "Hey, you're Great Master's disciple, right? Don't be shy. Let us admire your powerful Soul Ring!"

"Yeah, yeah. Great Master's disciple should have at least a Hundred-Year Soul Ring, right?"

Tang San's face turned pale. He looked at Great Master, who looked back at him. At that moment, they shared the same thought:

They absolutely cannot be shown Tang San's One-Year Soul Ring. Otherwise, the two of them will go down in history from now on!

Of course, as a joke!

Great Master clenched his fists. "What do you mean by this? Little San and I only just returned from the Soul Hunting Forest with great difficulty. We haven't even had time to rest, and you've come to mock us?"

Someone laughed. "Mock you? We came to admire you, Great Master. Your ten thousand theories on martial souls are famous throughout the country now! Naturally, fools like us have come to admire your achievements! After all, you're someone whose every casually invented theory is worth two Gold Soul Coins. We can't compare to you!"

Yu Xiaogang's expression froze. He was furious and wanted to beat this person up, but with so many people looking at him mockingly, he lacked the courage to act.

At that moment, Tang San stepped forward and clasped his hands. "Teachers and fellow students, my teacher and I have only just returned from the Soul Hunting Forest. We encountered a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake and fought it. We are exhausted and need rest. Please do not obstruct us."

Someone exclaimed in shock, "A four-hundred-year Mandala Snake? How did you survive?"

At the mention of this, Yu Xiaogang immediately became smug. With his hands behind his back, he said proudly, "Didn't expect that, did you? Not only did we survive, we even killed it!"

"You killed it? Could it be that Tang San absorbed a four-hundred-year Soul Ring?!" someone could not help asking.

That question instantly froze Yu Xiaogang's expression!

Damn it, I was only thinking about showing off. What four-hundred-year Soul Ring does Little San even have?

Tang San's expression became even uglier. He had secretly been tugging at Great Master's sleeve, telling him not to spout nonsense, but Great Master had not noticed at all.

Upon learning that master and disciple had killed a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake and had most likely absorbed its Soul Ring, everyone erupted into excitement.

"Little Tang San, hurry and show us your Soul Ring! A four-hundred-year Soul Ring!"

"Let us see it already! Otherwise, that four-hundred-year Mandala Snake must have been fake!"

Tang San's face was pale, and Yu Xiaogang was equally bloodless.

It was true that they had killed a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake. It was also true that they had absorbed a four-hundred-year Soul Ring. But the problem was, the final Soul Ring was not even a Hundred-Year Soul Ring. Who would believe that if they said it?

Yu Xiaogang said in a deep voice, "Little San is too exhausted. He can't reveal his Soul Ring right now—"

"Oh, come on, it's just showing the Soul Ring once. What does it matter?"

"Exactly, exactly. Just once! Or were you lying just now? Was there never any four-hundred-year Mandala Snake at all?"

Yu Xiaogang was helpless and panicking.

Just then, Bai Yu suddenly called out loudly from outside the crowd, "I can testify! The four-hundred-year Mandala Snake was real! Great Master and Tang San really did kill a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake!"

Everyone's attention immediately turned to Bai Yu. "Kid, what proof do you have?"

Bai Yu smiled. "Great Master was poisoned by the snake while killing it, and his disciple Tang San helped him remove the poison. Does that count as proof?"

Everyone nodded. "It does!"

Then they looked toward Yu Xiaogang, clearly telling him to show them the wound.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale.

With so many people here, how the hell am I supposed to show it?!