The Unlucky Yu Xiaogang

Cultivation techniques were not a necessity in Douluo, and Li Mingzhu would not insist on having one.

Tens of thousands of years earlier, the first Sea God and Angel God had not had cultivation techniques either, yet they had still become gods.

So whether he had a cultivation technique would not make much difference to Li Mingzhu. Having one would merely make his cultivation journey smoother.

That same night, Yu Xiaogang slumped at his desk with a miserable expression, pondering how to make Li Mingzhu submit.

"No, no. If I ask the sect for help, those bastards will still laugh at me."

Yu Xiaogang swept the clutter off his desk onto the floor, his face stiff with anger as he spoke.

He thought it over from every angle but could not come up with any good ideas.

The cup that had fallen to the floor rolled back and forth with a clattering rattle, as though mocking his incompetence.

"Screw you!"

Already furious, Yu Xiaogang heard that racket and felt his anger surge straight to his brain. He lashed out with a kick at the cup on the floor.

When someone hit rock bottom, it seemed as though everything in the world conspired against them.

Just as Yu Xiaogang kicked, the cup happened to roll backward. His foot struck empty air, and he lost his balance, crashing down face-first like a dog gnawing mud.

Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang had successfully accomplished his goal!

At the very instant he fell, the spot where his great big face landed happened to be exactly where the cup had stopped.

Crack!

The cup was fragile after all, and Yu Xiaogang successfully performed the feat of shattering a cup with his front teeth.

Li Mingzhu had always thought Yu Xiaogang's skin was as thick as a city wall. Now his assumption could be proven wrong.

Had he been there, he would have discovered that Yu Xiaogang's skin was not thick at all.

Most of the broken cup's shards had driven deep into Yu Xiaogang's face.

The facts proved that his skin was not thick. The sharp shards had slashed his face to ribbons!

Blood streamed down his face, and intense pain stabbed straight into Yu Xiaogang's fragile nerves.

"Aaaah!"

His piglike squeals rang throughout the entire faculty dormitory complex!

In the house next to Yu Xiaogang's, a young man and woman were enthusiastically answering the call of the birth policies from Li Mingzhu's previous life.

The man jolted in fright at that wretched, mournful sound.

The woman, whose eyes had been hazy and whose face had been flushed, suddenly parted her lips.

She felt puzzled. Was it already over?

"Pah!"

"You useless thing! All looks and no substance. What good are you? What happened to the happiness you promised me?" the woman said bitterly.

The man scratched his head awkwardly and said in embarrassment, "Xiao Mei, you know me. I'm usually really good."

"Oh!" The woman rolled her eyes at him irritably.

Then she said furiously, "What the hell is wrong with Yu Xiaogang, making a scene in the middle of the night? How dare he ruin my happiness! I'll chop him up tomorrow!"

"Keep going!" The woman twirled a strand of hair around her fingertip.

"Keep going? Keep going with what?" the man asked blankly.

"Didn't you say you weren't at your best? I'm giving you another chance. Shouldn't you put on a good performance?"

The woman chuckled, but her eyes were full of wicked intent.

The man's legs went weak and trembled incessantly, but he could only risk his life to oblige her.

Then he drew a deep breath and lunged at her.

With purple circles around his eyes and his whole body in poor condition, it was easy to imagine what a brutal battle tonight would be!

As the saying went, no field was ever ruined by plowing; only the ox was worked to death. This battle's outcome had long since been decided!

Poor Yu Xiaogang's wails not only failed to draw anyone's concern, but instead earned him an endless stream of curses.

As Yu Xiaogang lay on the floor, it was unclear whether he had exhausted himself screaming or lost too much blood.

His legs simply stretched out, and he fell into a baby-like sleep.

By the following morning, the sun had risen. Warm sunlight streamed through the window, dancing across Yu Xiaogang's face.

After an entire night, the blood on Yu Xiaogang's face had long since dried.

The dazzling sunlight and the itching of the dried blood made Yu Xiaogang unconsciously rub his face with his hand.

People were rarely clearheaded just after waking. Yu Xiaogang rubbed hard, and the pain in his face exploded all at once.

"Aaaah!"

Another bout of ghostly shrieks and wolfish howls rang out. Unfortunately, the nearby faculty members had already gone to work, so no one cursed Yu Xiaogang this time!

Xiaogang endured the pain in his face and slowly crawled back onto the bed, carefully recalling what had happened the night before.

Once he understood what had happened, Yu Xiaogang picked up the mirror by his bed with trembling hands.

A face covered in dried blood immediately appeared in the mirror. Tiny shards remained buried deep in the wounds on that hideous face.

"A ghost!"

Seeing how drastically his appearance had changed in the mirror, Yu Xiaogang cried out and threw it away, feeling he had nothing left to live for.

The sudden change in his expression made his facial muscles twitch, tugging repeatedly at his wounds. Before long, the scabbed wounds split open again, and waves of heart-piercing pain stabbed viciously into Yu Xiaogang's mind.

People often said that pain in the fingers pierced the heart, but these facial injuries were no less agonizing. The pain was sharp and intense; the slightest change in his expression gave him the ultimate experience in agony.

Despite his usually unkempt appearance, Yu Xiaogang actually cared deeply about his face. After all, without handsome looks, how could he make Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong love him so desperately?

Now that he looked like this hideous apparition, Yu Xiaogang simply could not accept it.

"Heavens, why are you doing this to me?" Yu Xiaogang sobbed on the bed.

Compared with this pain, the pain Li Mingzhu had inflicted on him was not even worth a fart.

Yu Xiaogang wanted nothing more than to find a support-type Soul Master for treatment immediately, but his ridiculous pride kept him from going out and letting anyone see him in this miserable state.

Who was he, Yu Xiaogang? The foremost theoretical Grandmaster on the Douluo Continent! How could he allow such an embarrassing scandal?

To Yu Xiaogang, humiliation was far worse than pain!

But his wounds had to be treated. If he died, he truly would have nothing left.

With no other choice, Yu Xiaogang went over to his last remaining mirror. This one was large enough to reflect his entire face.

This time, Yu Xiaogang got a proper look at the state of his face. To make his humiliation less severe, he steeled himself, picked up some unidentified tweezers, and began plucking the shards from his face.

"Hiss!"

The pain brought tears to Yu Xiaogang's eyes, but his ridiculous pride actually overpowered it, and he removed the shards one by one.

It had to be admitted that Yu Xiaogang was quite lucky. The shards had stabbed straight into his face, yet somehow had caused no real damage. Neither eye had been blinded; at worst, he had been disfigured.

Yu Xiaogang cut through the tangled mess with a swift blade, removing all the remaining shards in no time.

Pulling the shards out of the closed wounds caused the cuts on his face to split open again, with blood continuously seeping out.

Seeing the blood pouring from his face as though it cost nothing, Wang Xiaogang immediately panicked.

Frightened, Yu Xiaogang fumbled frantically with gauze to stop the bleeding. Though his technique was poor, he did manage to stop it. His entire face was now wrapped tightly in gauze, leaving only his eyes exposed.

Deciding that would do, Yu Xiaogang found a black robe and put it on, wrapping himself up tightly.

Now he was going out to find someone to treat him!