Blue Silver Pole Vault Straight into the Divine Realm?

"Finally done. Little Scumbag, you'd better not disappoint me. When the time comes, let me get a good look at your Blue Silver Pole Vault, and the Soul Skills of these so-called ten-year Soul Bones."

Lin Chuan clapped his hands in satisfaction and laughed.

After all, when he surfed the internet in his previous life, he had followed plenty of drama about this Lone Bamboo Soul Ring.

Blue Silver Grass... resilience was its whole selling point.

Now, paired with this Lone Bamboo Soul Ring and the first Soul Skill, Blue Silver Pole Vault, who knew whether it could vault straight into the Divine Realm?

Just trying to picture that scene was thrilling.

He really couldn't wait...

Afterward, Lin Chuan turned around and left.

It was time to return to Nuoding Academy...

Three hours passed in a flash.

Yu Xiaogang and Tang San finally woke up.

There was none of their earlier gloating.

None of their earlier desire to mock.

The moment master and disciple opened their eyes, they merely exchanged a despairing glance.

The next second, in perfect unspoken agreement, the two hugged each other and wailed.

"Little San..."

Snot and tears smeared Yu Xiaogang's face as he held Tang San tightly, crying like a child in his forties:

"Your master has suffered so much. For the past few decades, I lived with the title of trash Grandmaster hanging over my head, and I accepted that. I finally made it this far, reached middle age, only to lose even the last shred of my dignity. Boohoo, why has your master's life been so miserable?"

Tang San cried even harder than Yu Xiaogang, retching as he wept.

He felt wronged.

In his previous life, he had been a genius of the Tang Sect.

Now that he had come to the Douluo Continent, he was likewise a genius with Twin Martial Souls.

And he had been as pure as ice and jade.

But now?

He had become damaged goods.

The thought of those five hideous green-skinned faces from not long ago sent his stomach churning like raging rivers and seas.

"Teacher, I'm miserable too! Boohoo!"

Tang San trembled all over, even his voice shaking:

"Look at me! How old am I? Those five fellows already beat me within an inch of my life. I'm no longer clean! This is too hard! I don't want to live anymore!"

The moment those words left his mouth, Yu Xiaogang caught a key phrase.

Had his dear disciple Little Scumbag now found a path to death?

No, he meant thoughts of seeking death.

No.

Absolutely not.

If Little Scumbag died, wouldn't he have to wear the title of trash Grandmaster for the rest of his life?

He couldn't let that happen.

Besides, escaping the title of trash Grandmaster still required Little Scumbag, his ladder to the heavens.

If that ladder broke, he, Yu Xiaogang, really would be nothing but trash.

At that thought, Yu Xiaogang pushed Little Scumbag away and stood up, putting on an expression of anguished disappointment as he lectured sternly:

"Little San, how could you have such thoughts of courting death?"

"It's only a passing snowstorm, a little mud. You're a genius with Twin Martial Souls, someone who has a chance to become a mighty Titled Douluo! How could you entertain such thoughts?"

"Pull yourself together right now! No road in this world is easy to walk. Your master has drifted through half a lifetime. I've swallowed more bitterness and endured more scornful looks than you've eaten meals. Even I haven't thought of seeking my own death. How can you give up on yourself just because you've hit a rough patch?"

"How could life always be smooth sailing? Just treat this as a tribulation. Now that you've endured it, the road ahead will only grow smoother."

At first, Tang San felt that his teacher's words had spoken straight to his heart, and his blood instantly began to boil.

That feeling was like a beam of light, truly stirring.

But the next moment, that beam of light vanished.

Tang San raised his head and inadvertently glimpsed a certain part of Yu Xiaogang, his eyes instantly widening.

He raised a hand and pointed shakily at Yu Xiaogang's body, saying in horror:

"Teacher, haven't you noticed that something is missing from your body?"

Yu Xiaogang froze at those words.

What did he mean, something was missing?

What was that supposed to mean?

He was a dignified man who stood tall between heaven and earth. What could he be missing?

Full of confusion, he lowered his head and followed the direction of Tang San's finger.

That one look plunged him beyond all redemption.

When his gaze reached the place that should have been swollen, only to find it flat and bloodied instead, Yu Xiaogang staggered back two steps and fell heavily to the ground, letting out a heart-rending scream:

"How? How could I be missing that? I'm a proper grown man! Am I going to be an old eunuch from now on?"

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang completely broke down, little pearls spilling endlessly from his eyes.

The title of trash Grandmaster had already sounded awful enough.

Now, wonderful-the title had received a super multiplier, making him the eunuch trash Grandmaster.

Who could take that?

A moment ago, he had still forced himself to maintain an elder's bearing to comfort Little Scumbag. Now he wanted to die himself. Comfort, his ass!

His dignity as a man lay shattered across the floor, and not even crumbs remained of his future happiness.

At the thought that he could no longer give Erlong and Dong'er happiness, Yu Xiaogang felt his vision darken. There truly was nothing left to live for in this world.

Then, just as Yu Xiaogang raised his sleeve to wipe away his little pearls.

He suddenly caught sight of a certain part of Tang San, just as drenched in blood and unbearable to look at as his own.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, his sorrow coming to an abrupt halt as he blurted hoarsely:

"Wait, Little San, look at yourself. Isn't your body missing something too?"

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang involuntarily revealed an expression of gloating.

It seemed he wasn't the only one who had become a eunuch. Even Little Scumbag had fallen victim.

This... was just too cool.

As the saying went, master and disciple should share hardship. If he alone had to face this humiliation, that wouldn't do.

But now it was different. With Little Scumbag for company, he instantly felt as though they were fighting shoulder to shoulder, and suddenly it no longer hurt.

There was even a faint warmth in their shared affliction.

As the saying went, some human feelings were not the same.

But now, the pain of master and disciple was absolutely resonating on the same frequency.

Tang San instantly had a bad feeling.

He frantically lowered his head, and when he saw the bloody wound, his mind went blank.

Then horror spread across his face, and he screamed uncontrollably:

"How? How did even I end up looking like this?"

Tang San trembled all over, feeling as though the sky had collapsed.

He had been as pure as ice and jade.

Although he had suffered two vicious beatings before, as long as he stubbornly denied it and never breathed a word, he would still be as pure as ice and jade.

But now everything was different.

Even the dignity a man took the greatest pride in was gone. What the hell was the point of talking about being pure as ice and jade?

What made Tang San's vision darken even more was the thought of the days ahead.

He didn't even count as a man anymore. How would he find a partner in the future?

A normal romance was definitely out of the question. Was he supposed to spend this life consoling himself with spiritual, platonic love?

Commonly known as the spiritual romance method.

No, that spiritual romance method of yours-how could he end up like that?

Boohoo...

This life had become utterly impossible to live.