Tang San Castrated Yu Xiaogang!

Tang God King looked rather grim at that moment.

His "past self" in this parallel space-time had been through too much. He probably would not trust his future self so easily, and instead wanted even more to forge a path of his own.

The route he had originally planned for Tang San was clear.

Life and Destruction, two God King seats.

The Goddess of Life was reasonable and sided with what was right rather than her own people. She would never favor a rebel like Destruction.

In Tang God King's memory, the Goddess of Life had always understood the greater good, and her relationship with his family had been quite harmonious.

As long as the Tang San of this parallel space-time displayed enough affinity for life, winning her over was not necessarily impossible.

The real difficulty lay with the God of Destruction. That fellow coveted power and position and would never readily pass on his godhood inheritance.

But Tang God King knew his temperament and had ways to force him to choose.

The problem, however, was that Tang San had added poison to his Blue Silver Grass's first soul ring, which would have a considerable impact on obtaining the Goddess of Life's godhood in the future.

"Then what do we do now?" Tang San sent a thought to Tang God King within his Spiritual Sea.

"It's no big problem. Just find an opportunity to purify your martial soul. Keep adding plant-type and life-type soul rings afterward. Once the Blue Silver Emperor awakens, it will naturally be able to cleanse the poison from your first soul ring."

Tang God King sighed inwardly.

The timing of his rebirth had truly been unfortunate. Had it been a little earlier, he could have helped Tang San avoid this detour.

Having come from the Tang Sect in his previous life, he had been somewhat fixated on poison. Coupled with his complete ignorance of this world at the time and Yu Xiaogang's seemingly sound theories, he had believed every word.

Only later, as his strength grew and his Blue Silver Grass evolved into the Blue Silver Emperor, had he realized how questionable his first few soul ring choices were. There had clearly been a better path, yet he had chosen a poisonous one.

After so many years in the Divine Realm, he knew perfectly well that Yu Xiaogang's horizons extended only so far.

His theories were riddled with errors and omissions. He had not even known that ten thousand year soul rings produced Soul Shock; Xiao Wu had only told him later.

As for that saying, "There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters," Tang God King had never understood just what kind of person could insult himself twice in a single sentence.

He had watched the lower realm for tens of thousands of years, and Ji Juechen was the only person who truly lived up to that saying.

And Yu Xiaogang?

He had broken past fifty years old before reaching rank thirty.

Had he not been given an immortal herb, he probably would have broken past eighty before reaching rank 30.

Tang San sighed inwardly.

Looking back on the path he had walked in his previous life, it truly was hard to put into words.

Had he not persevered, persevered, and persevered again-still fucking persevered-

And had it not been for his utterly absurd luck, he would long since have been led into who knew what ditch.

"Is that so..." Tang San thought it over briefly and felt that Tang God King had a point.

The Goddess of Life's name alone made it clear that she belonged purely to the life element, while Blue Silver Grass grew everywhere. Like wild grass, "wildfires could never burn it all away; the spring breeze blew, and it grew again." It did indeed possess tremendous vitality.

"Also, don't believe everything Gangzi... er, your teacher says."

Those words made Tang San suspicious. "???"

Wasn't his teacher supposedly a grandmaster of martial soul theory?

"In any case, with your future self here to plan things for you, there are some detours you can avoid."

Tang San nodded hesitantly.

Whatever else, that was his future self, and he did indeed find certain things about the teacher he had just taken rather strange.

"Cough, cough..."

Yu Xiaogang, whose face was plastered with soul beast dung, suddenly began coughing and spat out the filth in his mouth. Then came a bout of nauseated dry heaving. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Tang San standing before him.

"X-Xiao San, have you finished absorbing your soul ring?"

Tang San looked down. Yu Xiaogang's face was covered in soul beast dung, his lips were purple, the poison had spread deep, and his breathing was faint. He looked about to die.

"Your teacher's about to die. Save him first, or it'll be a bit of bad lu... er, not very good."

Tang God King forcibly changed his wording halfway through.

Tang San nodded, pulled Yu Xiaogang upright, and pressed his palm against his back, circulating his power to expel the poison.

"Teacher, hold on!"

With Tang San taking action, Tang God King also relaxed slightly.

He did not want to start over only to arrive just in time for this teacher to breathe his last. That would be far too ill-omened.

He did have genuine feelings for Yu Xiaogang and often thought of him even after becoming a god.

Er... although he indeed had not brought his teacher to the Divine Realm, Tang God King could thump his chest and declare that he was absolutely serious about "a teacher for a day, a father for life."

He dared to raise three fingers and swear it-four fingers' worth.

Had he brought his teacher to the Divine Realm back then, perhaps he would have had fewer regrets. He could also have witnessed just what sort of blast a god-level Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao could produce... what a pity.

But since he had another round, he could play this game of chess himself.

First, he would propose expanding the Divine Realm and lead the gods through that catastrophe. As long as he succeeded, no one could shake his prestige in the Divine Realm.

As for the God of Destruction being swept away by space-time turbulence, that would be a happy ending for everyone.

If his past self could become a god, he should also be able to seize the chance to resurrect. Then, with two versions of himself facing that fellow Destruction, handling him would be a cinch.

"Wait... the location of Teacher's injury..."

After clearing some of the poison from Yu Xiaogang, Tang San found that his condition was still poor.

Yu Xiaogang's memories returned, along with the pain. He lowered his head to look between his legs, and his expression changed drastically.

"I... my... don't... Xiao San..."

Looking at the increasingly purplish-blue wound, Tang San made an immediate decision.

"Teacher, simply removing the poison is no longer enough. We have to act decisively, or the poison will enter your bone marrow."

He drew his dagger at once and sliced open Yu Xiaogang's trousers.

"Wait! X-Xiao San! There-there must be another way!!! Don't, don't!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes filled with terror, and he was utterly panic-stricken.

That was the symbol of his manhood!

Even if he now stayed away from women, he had once left Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden Bibi Dong, the current Supreme Pontiff, as well as Sister Erlong, utterly bewitched by him!

He did not want to lose his most precious possession.

"There's no time. Otherwise, the poison will seep deep into your bone marrow."

Tang San's eyes turned cold. His hand rose, the blade fell, and he performed a fatal cock-chop on Yu Xiaogang!

Squelch.

Yu Xiaogang's agonized howl once again rang through the forest, wretched beyond compare. His body convulsed a few times before he passed out completely.

Even Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, instinctively shuddered all over.

Xiao San...

That was far too ruthless...

Tang San swiftly forced the remaining poison out of Yu Xiaogang. The purple blood gradually turned bright red, and he then pressed several acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. Only then did he let out a breath.

This was, after all, the first teacher he had taken in this world. He could not just let him die like this.

At that moment, the exact same thought as Tang God King's surfaced in his mind.

Otherwise, it would be far too ill-omened!

He glanced at the dagger on the ground, his eyes flickering as he could not help recalling his beast of a father's actions a few days earlier.

What if...

Hidden in the shadows, Tang Hao inexplicably felt a chill between his legs.

What's going on??!

He inexplicably sensed an immense danger descending upon him. He looked around, but nothing was happening, leaving doubts in his mind.

Tang God King also remained silent.

Even as a God King who could usually keep his composure, he could hardly avoid a pang of dread when faced with such a fatal cock-chop.

The two remained silent. Only when the sky began to darken did Yu Xiaogang slowly awaken, having also had a dream.

He had dreamed that a snake bit his most important part, and then his disciple cut off the symbol of his manhood to save him.

Haha, how could that be possible?

That child respected his teacher and honored his teachings.

He even said, "a teacher for a day, a father for life."

How could he possibly cut off my...

But the moment he woke, the searing pain from below made his entire body freeze.

"Aaaaah! My-my symbol of manhood!!"

Tang San, who was regulating his breathing, looked at the screaming Yu Xiaogang.

That Mandala Snake had really managed quite a feat, landing such a precise, fatal strike on his cock.

"It's gone... gone... gone..."

After suffering that crushing blow, Yu Xiaogang took a very long time to calm down slightly, and his voice had become much shriller.

"Teacher, you're still alive."

Tang San's words were like a beam of light, pulling Yu Xiaogang back from the brink of collapse.

Yes... I'm still alive.

As long as I'm alive, there's still a chance.

My martial soul theory, my rise to fame, my title of "Grandmaster"...

As long as my theories succeed, who will still dare look down on me, Yu Xiaogang?!

Then the entire Soul Master World will bow before me, proclaim their allegiance, and honor me as their teacher!

For fame, what does sacrificing that mere three-inch thing matter?

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like an ox, as though he could already see that beautiful future.

Tang San watched in utter bewilderment, with no idea what his teacher was thinking now.

"Xiao San... how did absorbing your soul ring go?" Only after a good while did Yu Xiaogang come back to his senses and ask.

At those words, soul power surged within Tang San. With a casual lift of his hand, strands of Blue Silver Grass drifted out between his fingers and wound around his arm.

At the same time, translucent ice-blue Blue Silver Martial Soul Avatar Armor, patterned with vines, flowers, and leaves, slowly appeared over his forearm, shimmering with flowing colors.

Tang San studied the bracer-like object curiously, somewhat puzzled.

He was not the only one. Tang God King was also utterly baffled.

He did not remember anything like this appearing when he had absorbed his soul ring back then.

It resembled some sort of bracer and could clearly provide additional defense.

Even Tang God King was somewhat dumbfounded.

After absorbing his first soul ring, this past self, who had been defiled by his beast of a father, had actually manifested this peculiar bracer-like thing?

"Teacher, what is this?" Tang San turned and asked.

Although his future self had hemmed and hawed, hinting in every way that this teacher was not very reliable, surely he could at least ask him about basic common knowledge?

"This is called martial soul avatar armor."

Yu Xiaogang slowly rose, straightened his back, and once again tilted his head up toward the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, assuming the scholarly bearing of a top grandmaster of martial soul theory.

"During Martial Soul Possession, soul power condenses into localized armor, slightly increasing defense while also displaying the martial soul's form more clearly. After you obtain your seventh soul ring, the avatar armor will cover your entire body, reaching its complete form."

Something stirred faintly in Tang God King's heart.

His world had contained nothing like this.

It seemed this parallel space-time was more interesting than he had imagined.

Tang San's expression shifted slightly as he pondered.

"Xiao San, you've successfully absorbed your first soul ring! That means my martial soul theory is absolutely correct."

"How could those mediocrities understand the theories I, Yu Xiaogang, have spent half my life researching? Xiao San, since you've taken me as your teacher, just follow my lead. I guarantee you'll become the strongest soul master on the Douluo Continent!"

Faced with this impassioned bout of self-praise, Tang San casually agreed. "You're right, Teacher."

"Good boy!"

For a time, master and disciple each harbored their own thoughts and took what they needed. Truly, their harmony was joyous enough to move heaven and earth.

Although Yu Xiaogang's voice had already turned into a drake's rasp.