The moment Lin Chuan left the Heaven and Earth Great World, his vision blurred, and he was back outside.
Once his feet were firmly on the ground, he did not rush to do anything else. First, he called up the system in his mind.
"System, Zhang Lexuan's looks qualify her as a goddess no matter how you slice it, right? Why aren't there any Affection Points? Could it be that affection you forced onto someone like this doesn't count at all?"
The system quickly responded:
[It counts. Of course it counts. But that will have to wait until after you've done it with her, Host. When the time comes, plenty of points will naturally roll in.]
At those words, the corner of Lin Chuan's mouth twitched.
After doing it with her... was that wording even decent?
But on second thought, it did not matter.
That day would come sooner or later anyway.
He stopped dwelling on the matter and headed outside Nuoding Academy.
After all, he had not forgotten the people in Dorm Seven. He still had to bring back their dinner.
Inside a rather dilapidated room at Nuoding Academy.
Yu Xiaogang had brought Tang San straight here.
The moment he entered, he caught the sour stench coming off Tang San. It bored straight into his nostrils, instantly churning his stomach as nausea surged up.
Yet he forced himself to endure the discomfort, rummaged through his wardrobe for his own clothes, and began changing Tang San.
To change his clothes, the first step was naturally to strip off the outfit Tang San was already wearing.
During the process of stripping and changing him, Yu Xiaogang's stomach heaved several times, and he nearly vomited on the spot.
But every time, he forcibly swallowed it back down.
Once he finally finished changing Tang San, Yu Xiaogang turned and rushed out the door. He stood outside, gulping down great mouthfuls of air, wishing he could replace every last trace of the smell in his lungs.
"For my future plans, for the sake of shaking off my reputation as a useless Grandmaster, I'll endure it. I just hope Little San remembers the kindness I showed him today. Your teacher nearly threw up from your stench."
Yu Xiaogang desperately comforted himself inwardly, muttering furiously under his breath, as though repeating it a few more times would help him swallow this bitter pill.
Just then, a figure in a tattered black robe suddenly appeared right in front of Yu Xiaogang.
Indeed, this was Tang Hao.
Tang Hao's Martial Soul was the Clear Sky Hammer, so he was naturally tall and powerfully built. Standing there, he looked like a walking black wall.
With him standing before Yu Xiaogang now, the contrast made Yu Xiaogang look tiny.
"Get inside. There are a few things I want to discuss with you."
Tang Hao glanced at Yu Xiaogang before him, a flicker of disdain crossing his eyes, but he still spoke flatly.
With that, he wasted no more words and stepped into the room first.
Those words instantly startled Yu Xiaogang, and he hurriedly turned to look.
The sight of that towering back instantly brought certain suspicions flooding into his mind.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yu Xiaogang practically scrambled after Tang Hao, jogging along behind him as they entered the room one after the other.
Inside the dilapidated room.
Yu Xiaogang looked up at the slovenly man sitting beside the bed, a trace of puzzlement instantly appearing in his eyes.
He kept feeling that the man looked familiar.
Yet for the life of him, he could not remember where he had seen him.
In fact, it was perfectly normal that he could not remember.
Tang Hao now looked every inch a beggar, filthy all over and dressed in rags. Where was even a trace of the bearing the Clear Sky Douluo ought to possess?
"May I ask who you are?"
Yu Xiaogang looked at the slovenly man before him and asked cautiously, his tone carrying a hint of probing.
Tang Hao barely lifted his eyelids as he replied flatly:
"My name is Tang Hao. I'm Tang San's father."
As his words fell, he slowly extended his right hand, and a tiny Clear Sky Hammer appeared out of thin air in his palm.
Immediately afterward, he withdrew his hand, and the Clear Sky Hammer vanished with it.
Hearing those words and seeing that Clear Sky Hammer, Yu Xiaogang was stunned on the spot and practically blurted out:
"So it really is you, Your Excellency Haotian!"
But immediately afterward, another matter occurred to Yu Xiaogang. Unable to suppress his doubts, he simply asked outright:
"Your Excellency Haotian, since you're Little San's father, why did you send him to Nuoding Academy?"
"Little San has Twin Martial Souls. With talent like that, wouldn't it be better for you to train him yourself?"
At that moment, he had accumulated far too many questions, so he simply poured them all out at once.
Hearing this, Tang Hao gave a cold snort, and the oppressive might of a Titled Douluo instantly spread from his body.
Feeling that powerful pressure, Yu Xiaogang's legs went weak, and he dropped to his knees with a thud.
"There are things you shouldn't ask about. Don't ask, or you'll bring disaster upon yourself. Do you understand?"
Because of what had happened earlier in Dorm Seven, Tang Hao was already deeply dissatisfied with Yu Xiaogang. Now that Yu Xiaogang had tactlessly rattled off so much, his displeasure instantly deepened.
Thus, with a chilling killing intent, he issued a cold warning.
That intense pressure came crashing down over Yu Xiaogang's head. His chest tightened, and he could barely breathe.
Then he lowered his head for a look.
He saw that both his knees were already planted firmly on the ground.
Being forced to kneel sent the fury inside him shooting up, and he nearly exploded with rage.
Ah...
Damn you, Clear Sky Douluo!
Didn't I just ask an extra question or two?
Besides, wasn't I only showing concern for Little San?
How could you treat me like this?
What's more, I'm Little San's teacher, yet you actually dare treat me this way.
You've courted your own death!
I will destroy the Clear Sky Douluo at any cost...
In truth, Yu Xiaogang could not be entirely blamed for reacting so strongly.
Back in Dorm Seven, Lin Chuan had repeatedly tormented him until his defenses broke, and his mental state had already all but collapsed.
And now, shrouded in Tang Hao's pressure and forced straight to his knees, his crumbling mental state collapsed even further, and all the resentment in his heart came pouring out along with it.
Still, a shattered mental state was one thing, and resentment was another.
Naturally, he could never say any of those things aloud. He could only indulge himself inwardly and savor the satisfaction.
Forcing down the resentment filling his heart, Yu Xiaogang spoke in a trembling voice:
"Your Excellency Haotian, it was my fault, my fault. I shouldn't have asked so many questions. Please forgive me."
Of course, Tang Hao had absolutely no idea what Yu Xiaogang was thinking.
To be honest, even if he did know, he would not have taken it to heart or cared in the slightest.
Who was he?
He was the Clear Sky Douluo.
And who was Yu Xiaogang?
When all was said and done, he was nothing but a useless Grandmaster, a piece of trash who could forget about ever reaching the threshold of rank thirty in his lifetime.
With just that, you still think you can destroy me at any cost?
You don't even weigh yourself to see how much you're worth.
What a joke.