It Wasn't a Chamber Pot... It Was Tang San!

Blue Tyrant Academy.

Inside Shrek's yard.

"Who put the outhouse in the yard?!"

Inside the room, Flender abruptly put down his teacup and raised his hand to cover his nose.

The stench wafting in from outside the window grew stronger and stronger, making his brow twitch.

"Such a big yard, and there's not even anyone to empty the latrines? How are we supposed to live here?!"

Sitting opposite him, Yu Xiaogang also frowned.

He initially tried to hold onto the smell while holding his teacup, but the stench kept getting into his nose, making it impossible for him to drink the tea.

Just then, Oscar's shouts came from outside the courtyard.

"Dean! Grandmaster! Come quickly and see the Xiao San!"

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed, and he quickly put down his teacup, pushed open the door, and went out.

In the courtyard, Oscar and Xiao Wu were carrying a stretcher, one in front and one behind.

Tang San was curled up on top, his face turning bluish-purple, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Ning Rongrong followed beside her, clutching a handkerchief in her hand, tightly covering her mouth and nose.

Zhu Zhuqing helped Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, whose legs were weak and they had to stop to catch their breath after taking a few steps.

When they went out, the seven of them were full of bravado, but when they came back, three of them could barely walk.

"The Xiao San!"

Yu Xiaogang hurried forward, but stopped abruptly just as he reached his hand next to the stretcher.

A strong, foul stench hit me.

His face froze instantly, and he involuntarily took half a step back.

Flender, who had followed them out, was about to continue his tirade when his gaze fell on the stretcher, and his words caught in his throat.

It wasn't a latrine... it was Tang San!

"How... how did it get like this?"

Yu Xiaogang covered his nose, and his voice became nasal.

Tang San heard his voice and struggled to lift his head.

"Teacher, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen. His legs snapped shut, and his fingers gripping the edge of the stretcher turned white.

Oscar quickly interjected, "It's Dugu Yan! The Xiao San has been poisoned by her!"

"It's her again?"

Flender's brow furrowed even more.

Oscar quickly recounted what had happened at the Soul Fighting Arena.

From Ma Hongjun's defeat to Dai Mubai's rise to the stage, and then to Tang San being poisoned by the Eight Spider Lances, his voice grew softer and softer as he spoke.

Zhao Wuji also came out of the house at this time, and after hearing the last part, he couldn't help but look at the stretcher.

"The three of you took turns attacking, and you still couldn't beat her?"

Ma Hongjun lowered his head, while Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Her poison is much more potent than it was two years ago!" Oscar quickly explained, "And that External Soul Bone... Xiao San became like this after being scratched by the Spider Spear!"

Yu Xiaogang glanced at Tang San's forearm, then looked at his almost bloodless face.

At this point, there was no time to dwell on whether they had won or lost.

"Bring the Xiao San in first!"

He stepped aside to make way, and just as he was about to reach out to help, the stench wafted over again as the stretcher moved.

Yu Xiaogang paused, then pointed to the inner room.

"Hot water, clean clothes! Quickly find someone to help him clean up!"

"And the windows!" Flender stepped aside. "Open them all! Don't close them!"

Tang San saw these actions clearly, and his face flushed red amidst the bruises.

He closed his eyes tightly, wishing he could just pass out.

But the pain in my stomach came in waves, making even this small wish a luxury.

The next day.

Two students from the Blue Tyrant Academy passed by outside the academy. As soon as they reached the wall, one of them wrinkled his nose.

What does it taste like?

He looked up at the courtyard gate, his face full of disgust.

"Why does this yard smell so bad? Is the outhouse clogged?"

His companion quickly pulled him back.

"Keep your voice down! Shrek's gang lives inside!"

"What's wrong with Shrek? Do you think they can't be criticized?"

"You didn't go to the Soul Fighting Arena yesterday?"

"You didn't go, why?"

The man lowered his voice, but couldn't hide the amusement in his words.

"They got taken care of by the Heaven Dou Royal Academy! I heard that Tang San, the last one to go on stage, was beaten so badly he shit himself!"

"Really?"

"So many people saw it with their own eyes, how could it be fake? It smelled terrible the whole way back!"

"No wonder! I knew this yard didn't smell this bad before!"

As they talked, the two quickened their pace and walked far away from the courtyard gate.

Inside the room, Tang San lay on the bed, his eyes wide open.

Those words, spoken through the open window, reached his ears without missing a single one.

He was beaten so badly he shit himself!

These words felt like someone was slapping him repeatedly across the face.

"You..."

Tang San's chest heaved violently, and he tried to sit up, supporting himself on the edge of the bed.

But as soon as she exerted force, her arm went limp, and she fell back onto the pillow.

He could only stare out the window, panting heavily.

In the past, he would never have tolerated such a person gossiping in front of him!

But now, let alone going out to teach them a lesson, even turning over in bed is difficult.

The laughter outside the window gradually faded away. Tang San gripped the bedsheet tightly, his teeth grinding together.

"Dugu Yan!"

He forced the name out through gritted teeth, but his stomach churned inside.

Tang San's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Xiao Wu... Someone, come here!"

After the sound faded, footsteps were heard outside for a while.

A few days later.

At Shrek's residence, the group gathered inside again.

The doors and windows were wide open, but Flender still felt a lingering odor in his nose.

"We can't let this drag on any longer."

Yu Xiaogang spoke first.

"Mubai and Hongjun are alright, but Xiao San is the most severely poisoned. She hasn't even been able to get out of bed for the past few days. If this continues, not only will her body suffer, but her cultivation will also be delayed!"

Zhao Wuji said in a muffled voice, "Everyone knows the logic, but how do we cure this poison?"

The room fell silent.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the group and finally revealed his plan.

"The poison was administered by Dugu Yan, so naturally we need to find her for the antidote."

"Find an opportunity to bring her back!"

Flender looked up. "You mean, just arrest them?"

"Otherwise what?"

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened.

"Are we just going to watch the Xiao San and her family lie there forever? As long as she's willing to get the antidote, we won't do anything to her."

"Catching her isn't difficult."

Flender didn't agree immediately; he tapped his fingers twice on the table.

But what about Dugu Bo, who is behind her?

"If that old poisoner comes knocking on your door, how do you plan to explain it to him?"

Yu Xiaogang's lips moved, but he didn't respond for a moment.

Just then, a deep voice suddenly rang out from inside the room.

"Dugu Bo, leave him to me."

Flender suddenly stood up.

"Who?!"

Near the entrance, a tall figure had appeared out of nowhere.

The newcomer wore a tattered cloak, his face hidden in the shadows, and stood there without making a sound.

Zhao Wuji immediately tensed up as well.

When did this person come in?

Neither of them, both Soul Saint, noticed anything!

"Who are you?" Flender asked in a deep voice.

The visitor did not answer, but instead focused his gaze on Yu Xiaogang.

Beneath the cloak, the face was partially revealed.

Tang Hao!

The moment Yu Xiaogang recognized him, he immediately stood up. Before he could even utter the greeting, Tang Hao raised his hand to stop him.

"Go ahead and bring Dugu Yan back to detoxify Xiao San!"

"As for Dugu Bo, if he dares to come, I will deal with him!"

Zhao Wuji frowned.

"Does Your Excellency know who Dugu Bo is...?"

Before he finished speaking, a Soul Ring rose from beneath Tang Hao's feet.

Then, the second one, the third one...

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

Nine Soul Ring enveloped his entire body, and as the last crimson glow flared up, Zhao Wuji's voice vanished completely.

Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

Flender gripped the edge of the table, his eyes behind his glasses suddenly widening, and even his breathing became soft.