"Phew, good thing my Blue Silver pole vault took me high and far enough. She shouldn't be able to catch up now."
Tang San glanced down. The burly woman from earlier was already nowhere to be seen.
"Wait, did I use too much force again?"
He watched the trees flash past below.
He had been so anxious to escape quickly that he seemed to have used too much force again.
The scenery in his field of vision was rapidly retreating, houses and trees sweeping beneath him one after another.
Just like that, he sailed across the sky over Nuoding City.
Many people in Nuoding City saw him.
"Look up! Someone's flying!"
"Huh? Is that flying? He's clearly falling!"
"Hey, isn't he from our academy? Dorm Seven, I think?"
"I think you're right. He looks familiar."
Yu Xiaogang looked up at Tang San streaking across the sky like a meteor and nodded. "Little San really does work hard. He never forgets to develop his Soul Skills. It seems this Blue Silver pole vault of his still has plenty of untapped potential."
Had Tang San heard him, he would definitely have unleashed a torrent of curses. Who the fuck is developing a Soul Skill? Can't you see I'm falling? Gangzi, are you blind?
Unfortunately, he didn't hear Yu Xiaogang. At that moment, he had just cleared the academy's rear wall, only to be greeted by a terrifying sight.
A vast patch of nettles lay before him.
He plunged straight into it.
"Hiss!"
Anyone who had touched nettles knew that even brushing against them felt like being stabbed by countless needles, both painful and itchy.
And Tang San had fallen into them with his entire body.
His whole body hurt and itched. His face, his hands-practically every patch of exposed skin had been stung.
Tang San hurriedly circulated his Mysterious Jade Art, hoping to resist the damage.
But it was utterly useless.
He crawled out of the nettle patch looking utterly bedraggled, with several nettle leaves stuck to his head and a few holes torn in his clothes.
Just then, several academy students happened to pass by.
"Hahaha, isn't that the useless Blue Silver Grass from Dorm Seven? How'd he end up like that?"
"Didn't you see him earlier? Wasn't he flying through the sky? Maybe he was practicing flying?"
"Flying? More like someone punched him into the air!"
Tang San swept an icy gaze over them. These people had actually witnessed him in such a sorry state. They had already courted death.
The students were startled too and hurried away.
"Go, go! Don't let his stink get on you!"
Tang San watched them and snorted coldly. "Lucky you ran fast."
Now his face, neck, and hands all burned with pain.
Still, he didn't dwell on it and ran straight toward the back hill.
A fire of anger was bottled up inside him, and he needed to release it quickly.
Those people had actually dared to call his teacher useless and openly say that his teacher had broken through to age fifty at level twenty-nine.
He had to beat Xiao Chenyu and his entire gang into the ground.
More importantly, he had to show Xiao Wu who she could truly rely on.
Su Mo was nothing but trash. So what if he had obtained a Soul Ring? He was still trash.
With his teacher's help, there was no way he could lose to that piece of trash.
By the time Tang San reached the back hill, panting for breath, everyone was long gone.
Some charred wood remained on the ground, apparently struck by lightning.
He looked around, feeling frustrated.
It's already over? I haven't even made a move yet, and my chance to show off is gone?
He had ignored the pain and itching all over his body just to rush over and deal with those people.
Yet now, everyone was gone.
His chance to shine in front of Xiao Wu had vanished just like that.
"Hiss!"
Only now did Tang San feel the pain burning through his body like fire, along with an unbearable itch.
He scratched his face.
Even his eyelids seemed to have grown heavy, and his view of the path seemed to be blurring.
Seething with pent-up anger, Tang San headed toward the academy.
"Look, who's that pig-headed guy?"
"No idea. Never seen him before. But this is the first time I've seen someone's face swell up like that."
"Huh, could it be some strange disease? Is it contagious? Stay away!"
All along the way, people pointed at him, and quite a few even snickered.
But he paid them no mind.
He only wanted to get back and see what had happened to his face.
On his way back, however, he happened to run into Yu Xiaogang.
Tang San hurriedly called out, "Teacher!"
Yu Xiaogang stared in bewilderment at the student whose face had swollen into a pig's head. "Student, who are you?"
He didn't remember knowing this student.
A trace of confusion appeared on Tang San's swollen face. "Teacher, it's me, Little San."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait, Little San, how did you end up like this?"
Tang San said glumly, "Don't ask. I fell into a nettle patch."
Yu Xiaogang hurriedly took Tang San by the arm and led him toward his own room. "Come back to my room first. I'll put some medicine on you."
Yu Xiaogang's room.
"Teacher, be gentle. Don't press so hard."
"Little San, stop squirming."
"Hiss, it hurts, it hurts! Teacher..."
"I told you to stop squirming. Take your clothes off first."
"Teacher, I'm so itchy."
Don't get the wrong idea.
Inside the room, Tang San was lying facedown on the bed while Yu Xiaogang applied medicine to him.
Because his body hurt and itched, Tang San kept scratching all over.
Only someone who had suffered from hives or been stung by nettles could understand that feeling.
It was sheer torment.
Once the medicine had been applied, Tang San finally felt much better.
He said goodbye to Yu Xiaogang and headed back to the dormitory alone.
On the way, he accidentally stepped in a pile of dog shit.
"Fuck! Who the hell keeps a dog at school?!"
Tang San couldn't take it anymore and burst into curses.
He already had a bellyful of anger, and now he had stepped in dog shit. He was utterly beside himself.
Then, up ahead where he hadn't noticed, lay a banana peel.
He stepped right onto it, his foot slipped, and he fell backward, the back of his head landing squarely in the pile of dog shit from earlier.
Tang San was completely beside himself.
"And who the hell threw this banana peel here?!"
Unfortunately, night had already fallen, and there was no one around.
Tang San felt as though his luck hadn't been very good lately.
Ever since he had entered this academy, his luck seemed to have taken a turn for the worse.
He had gone out to hunt Soul Beasts, only to encounter a thousand-year Mandala Snake.
Today had been the absolute pinnacle of bad luck.
By the time Tang San returned to Dorm Seven, it was late at night.
He was soaking wet and walked with a limp.
When he pushed open the door to Dorm Seven,
everyone looked over.
Wang Sheng was the first to speak. "Tang San, I thought you weren't coming back. Where did you fly off to today?"
"Huh, did you fall into a river?"
Only then did he notice that Tang San was drenched and still dripping.
Tang San gave him a cold look. "None of your fucking business."
He had only gone to give his head a quick rinse, but somehow the water pipe had burst.
Just then, Xiao Wu, who was horsing around with Su Mo, looked at Tang San's face and immediately laughed. "Hahaha, Tang San, what happened to your face? Why is it swollen like a pig's head?"
Su Mo looked over too and froze. Wait, what has Tang San been doing? How did he swell up like that?
Tang San fell silent. Faced with Xiao Wu's question, he had no idea how to answer.
He even lowered his head under Xiao Wu's curious gaze.
That look made him wish he could find a hole to crawl into.
He said nothing, merely walking into the bathroom in silence and changing into clean clothes.
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