Yu Xiaogang hurried forward and sat beside the bed, his hand trembling slightly as he stroked Tang Hao's sallow face.
Tang Hao's eyes were wide open, as though lions lurked within them. If he had been able to speak, he would have given Yu Xiaogang a vicious tongue-lashing.
He actually dared touch his face with those filthy hands!
Back off, back off, back off... Yu Xiaogang, get the hell away from me!
Although Tang Hao's mouth was crooked and his eyes askew, Yu Xiaogang still saw excitement in his eyes.
Yu Xiaogang looked solemn.
"Your Emi... Tang Hao, I know you're excited to see me, but don't get so worked up just yet."
"You're Little San's father, and I'm Little San's teacher. I'll definitely help you. Once I find out who ambushed you, I'll destroy him at any cost."
Yu Xiaogang unleashed his world-shaking wisdom. Who was Tang Hao's greatest enemy? Spirit Hall!
All right, case closed!
Spirit Hall controlled seventy percent of the world's Soul Masters. They must have recruited some dark-attribute Soul Master and ambushed Tang Hao.
Yu Xiaogang was then overcome with anguish as he looked at his former idol, the fierce man who had dared confront Qian Xunji head-on, now reduced to such a state.
I will destroy Spirit Hall at any cost!
Yu Xiaogang swore resolutely to himself.
Then he turned his head. "Little San, go to class first. Leave your father in my care. He's your father, so I'll absolutely see this through to the end."
Tang San was deeply moved. He really had chosen the right teacher.
Not only had he accepted him as a disciple, but he was also willing to care for his father.
"Then I'll leave everything to you, Teacher."
After saying this, Tang San turned and left the room.
He took a few wilted radishes out of Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.
Rubbing his rumbling stomach, Tang San ate every last one.
Half an hour later!
In the first-year classroom!
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Tang San felt his insides churn like upturned rivers and seas. His expression turned ugly, and he inwardly cried out in alarm.
He had eaten so many radishes on an empty stomach that morning, and now his belly was so bloated that all he wanted to do was fart.
Even his Mysterious Heaven Skill could not suppress it.
Inside the classroom, hearing Tang San's farts, all the other first-year students fled to the corners in terror.
Including Li Jin and Xiao Wu.
A cloud of yellow gas enveloped Tang San, giving off a nauseating stench.
Her face full of disgust, Xiao Wu pointed at Tang San and unleashed a torrent of abuse:
"Tang San, this is a classroom, not a toilet! Can't you hold it in or plug up your asshole?"
"Urgh..."
Xiao Wu could not stop herself from retching.
"Did you eat shit? This is so disgusting it makes me want to puke! Are you going to let us have our lesson in peace or not?"
"Teacher, throw Tang San out! No, leave Tang San here. Let's hurry and switch classrooms."
"Urgh..."
"If we wait any longer, I'm going to throw up."
Li Jin was covering his nose too. Tang San had truly disgusted him beyond endurance.
Tang San certainly lived up to being Yu Xiaogang's disciple. Had he learned this farting from Luo Sanpao?
"Teacher, I agree too. I can't stay in this classroom for another second."
With Li Jin and Xiao Wu taking the lead, the other first-year students scrambled to raise their hands.
"I agree too!"
"I can't stay here either!"
"Urgh..."
By now, Tang San's dark, rough face was so red it looked ready to drip blood. He clenched his teeth and stiffened his neck, fine veins visible across his forehead.
He really was about to cry!
Even frantically circulating his Mysterious Heaven Skill could not suppress the urge to fart.
He thought of Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao. Back in the Soul Hunting Forest, Luo Sanpao had attacked by farting.
Tang San was filled with grief and indignation. Have I turned into Luo Sanpao just because I ate his radishes?!
He looked at the other new students, who were staring at him with both terror and disgust.
Especially Li Jin and Xiao Wu.
His humiliation sent blood rushing straight to his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like an ox. He feared that, starting today, he would have to bid the classroom farewell.
He really had no face left to attend class again.
At the lectern!
The middle-aged teacher, his face livid, also yielded to the will of the people.
"It seems student Tang San is somewhat dissatisfied with my teaching. Then we'll leave him here alone and go to another classroom."
With that, he was the first to leave.
Then Li Jin, Xiao Wu, and the other first-year students surged out of the classroom in a crowd.
Only once Tang San was left alone did he cry out in grief and frustration.
"Why is this happening? I'm never eating radishes again!"
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
With no one else in the classroom, Tang San stopped holding himself back. A string of stinking farts rang out nonstop like firecrackers.
By the time he finished, the entire classroom was filled with yellow gas.
Tang San's eyes were lifeless. He felt that he was socially dead at Nuoding Academy from now on.
"Urgh..."
Sickened by his own farts, Tang San also rushed out of the classroom. Covering his face, he ran all the way out of Nuoding Academy without stopping.
He wandered aimlessly through the streets.
Tang San was like a walking corpse.
Only when a series of clanging sounds rang out did Tang San come back to his senses.
It was the sound of forging iron.
In both his previous life and this one, Tang San had been a blacksmith. Hearing the sound of forging now, he felt a sense of familiarity.
"Perhaps only forging iron can calm my heart."
Tang San quickened his pace and headed for the smithy.
"Boss, I'd like to work at your smithy. I'm a blacksmith's son too, and I have some strength in my arms. As long as you give me something to eat, I'll work for you."
The blacksmith who was hammering iron saw how dark and thin Tang San was, clearly malnourished, and a look of disdain appeared on his face.
"Where did this kid come from? Shoo, shoo! Don't disturb me while I'm working."
With a resolute expression, Tang San moved closer and scratched his back.
"Boss, just let me try. I only want to earn enough to eat."
Perhaps Tang San's determination softened the boss's attitude.
"Hmm... all right, but you only get one chance."
Tang San was both surprised and delighted. With his skills, surely he could earn a meal at a smithy.
He took the hammer. The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Tang Hao had taught him flashed through his mind, and he immediately put it into practice.
Clang, clang, clang!
The first few strikes looked decent enough, but the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer took a heavy toll on the body.
Tang San had only gnawed on a few wilted radishes that morning, then spent the entire morning farting. His stomach had long since emptied. Where was he supposed to get the energy to expend?
Once his body was drained, Tang San felt dizzy, and his hands suddenly lost their strength. The forging hammer, charged with the accumulated power of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, went hurtling into the smithy with a fierce whistle.
The boss dodged the forging hammer in terror, but suddenly thought of something and turned to look.
"No!"
With a thunderous crash, the forging hammer, charged with the accumulated power of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, displayed terrifying destructive force. A single blow demolished the smithy's furnace.
The glowing coals inside scattered everywhere like shooting stars.
Flames sprang up throughout the smithy. Even though the other blacksmiths hurried to fight the fire, they could not extinguish every burning spot.
They could only watch as the flames spread rapidly, turning the entire smithy into a sea of fire.
Tang San stared at the scene, dumbstruck.
He had not even managed to earn a meal. If he ended up owing compensation for the smithy as well, he really could starve to death.