Yu Xiaogang Used an Accelerator

"Teacher? What is this?"

Tang San was somewhat excited, so much so that he ignored Yu Xiaogang's pale, bare buttocks.

Yu Xiaogang was somewhat annoyed at having his bath interrupted, but he could hardly say anything to his good disciple. He could only turn his head and take a look, intending to speak, when a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind. He hurriedly turned back for a closer look.

"Little San. Where did you find that?"

Yu Xiaogang looked up at Tang San. Through the mist, he couldn't make out Tang San's face; he could only watch as Tang San pressed closer, step by step.

"Teacher, what do you think this is?"

Tang San's words were like a vicious Soul Beast, echoing incessantly in Yu Xiaogang's ears. They frightened the self-important Grandmaster into cowering in a corner, where he said with a tremble:

"Little San. You... don't come any closer. I'm your teacher!"

He seemed to have imagined some terrible outcome, and his expression was tinged with despair. He could only fold his arms across his chest to give himself some sense of security.

"Teacher, what is this thing?"

The two were close together, and only now did Yu Xiaogang see Tang San's expression clearly. There was none of the viciousness or evil he had imagined; instead, Tang San looked curious. He also saw that the thing in Tang San's hand was not what he had imagined.

Only after realizing his mistake did Yu Xiaogang breathe a sigh of relief. With a solemn expression, he snatched the thing away and said:

"That's not something you should be thinking about right now. Give it to me."

"Is there anything else?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned as he examined the thing in his hand and asked Tang San the question. Anyone would be angry at being interrupted in the bath by Tang San. It was just that Yu Xiaogang did not dare offend Tang San lightly. What if his eldest disciple ran away?

"No, Teacher."

Tang San shook his head and left the bathroom, intending to sit by the table and wait for him, but then he heard Yu Xiaogang let out a puzzled "huh."

"Little San, go back and rest first. If there's anything else, come back tomorrow. I've overexerted myself a little today."

Hearing that, how could Tang San linger any longer? He could only get up, bow, and take his leave.

Hearing the door close, Yu Xiaogang, who was hiding in the bathroom, quietly poked his head out and glanced around. Only when he saw that Tang San really had left did he breathe a sigh of relief and retreat into the bathroom.

Seeing that no one was around, Yu Xiaogang finally lowered his head to examine the thing in his hand. The writing on it had just been dampened by the sweat from Tang San's hand, and the first two characters were already blurred.

"XX accelerator, let you experience the sensation of flying. This thing... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before?"

Looking at the thing in his hand, Yu Xiaogang frowned and murmured the words written on it.

"Could it be that Little San wanted to give me this just now? To help me accelerate my Soul Power cultivation?"

He had only heard of this sort of thing and had never seen one. The two lines on it clearly said that it was an accelerator and could let him experience the sensation of flying. Yu Xiaogang could no longer remain calm.

"Did I really read too much into it?"

Yu Xiaogang gave a soft, puzzled exclamation. The sticker on the thing came off when it got wet and fell to the floor. He bent down to pick it up and discovered that there were pictures on the back.

"This, this, this... how improper!"

The pictures on the back of the slip caught Yu Xiaogang's eye, and he exclaimed, his face burning red with embarrassment.

"This, this, this, this... oh my, this..."

Although the slip was small and the pictures showed only four ways to use it, they still made Yu Xiaogang click his tongue in wonder.

His aged face flushed bright red, Yu Xiaogang sat on a little stool in the bathroom, stroking his chin as he pondered the thing in his hand.

Finally, Yu Xiaogang made up his mind. He gave the thing in his hand a resolute look, then placed it behind himself and slowly...

Some time later, Yu Xiaogang, who was cultivating in the bathroom, knitted his brows tightly. He found that his Soul Power cultivation had not improved at all. No matter how he cultivated, he still could not break through level twenty-nine and reach level thirty.

"Heh, I've been a fool. How could I possibly accelerate my cultivation by relying on an external object like this?"

Yu Xiaogang patted his head and gave a bitter laugh, his eyes full of despair. Looking dejected, he slowly reached behind himself to take it out, but he seemed to step on something and fell to the floor faster than a thunderclap could cover the ears. The thing plunged all the way inside, and even thin streams of blood flowed out.

"Awoo-!!!!!"

An extraordinarily loud cry of pain rang out from Yu Xiaogang's dormitory. In the space of an instant, the lights came on in every dormitory of the school's teachers and students. Even the lights in some residences near Nuoding Academy came on as well.

Realizing things had gone badly, Yu Xiaogang clapped a hand tightly over his mouth. Tears and snot trickled through his fingers onto the floor. Forcing himself to endure the pain, he reached for the thing, but the slightest movement brought an immense, tearing agony. He glanced around, but there was no other way.

With no alternative, he could only endure the excruciating pain and slowly crawl from the bathroom to his bed, where he lay on his stomach, gasping for breath. The intense pain left him in no frame of mind to consider his cultivation.

Just then, a rush of footsteps sounded in the corridor outside. The disorderly footsteps crossed over one another, making Yu Xiaogang's pained expression freeze. Sensing that things were about to go very badly, he reached for the bedding to cover himself, but someone opened the wooden door from outside.

"Xiaogang? Xiaogang, how are you? Huh?"

"Grandmaster, you... huh?"

"What's wrong, Grandmaster? Let me see, let me see. Huh?"

The wooden door was not large, but once it opened, heads crowded every part of its frame, and they saw Yu Xiaogang lying on his stomach on the bed. The expressions on their faces were remarkably alike: first they froze, then came shock, followed by curiosity and mockery, and even envy.

Huh? Envy?

Yu Xiaogang saw it all and closed his eyes in despair. A tear slowly slid from the corner of his eye onto the sheet. At that moment, his physical pain was not even one ten-thousandth of his mental anguish.

"Everyone, clear out! Clear out!"

The person taking up the most space in the doorway was the dean of Nuoding Academy, who had also opened the door. He lived on another floor, but upon hearing Yu Xiaogang's cry, he had hurried over without even dressing properly.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's present condition, the dean hurriedly dispersed the crowd. At last, he paused in the doorway, then prepared to close the wooden door and leave.

The helpless Yu Xiaogang watched the wooden door slowly close. He opened his mouth, but still lacked the courage to ask the dean to stay and help. Helpless, resentful tears flowed from his eyes, soaking the sheet beneath his head. His body trembled slightly and incessantly from the pain, but how could he have the strength to deal with this now?

Despair and helplessness filled Yu Xiaogang's heart along with all manner of other emotions. In the grip of such intense physical pain, he lacked even the strength to move a finger. Getting himself from the bathroom to the bed had already exhausted him.

He closed his eyes, letting two streams of hot tears flow. At that moment, Yu Xiaogang truly wanted to die just like this.

(Children, if you find something, don't go using it carelessly.)