The Reason For Not Killing Him Was Actually To Use Him As A Whetstone!
Three days later, Yu Xiaogang woke up.
Learning that the headmaster of Notting Academy was actually going to drive him, a friend of many years, away for Meng Chen, a flush appeared on his pale cheeks as he felt indignant.
“Leave then!
Do you really think I, Yu Xiaogang, care about this lousy place of yours!”
“Little San, originally Teacher wanted to wait until you graduated before taking you to visit a good friend of mine.
Since he’s chasing us away now, we’ll just go to my friend’s place.
Staying in this lousy place isn’t worth it anyway.”
Yu Xiaogang forced himself to stand, having Tang San follow him to pack their luggage.
“Teacher, who is that friend of yours?” Tang San asked tentatively, thinking of the Shrek Academy he went to in his dream.
Mentioning Flender, Yu Xiaogang’s face showed a trace of pride.
“When Teacher was young, I once formed a group named [Golden Triangle] with two friends, and we were quite famous on the continent.”
“That friend of mine is the Flight Corner among them, and is now a 7-ring Soul Saint.”
“He opened a Soul Master academy named Shrek Academy outside Soto City that only recruits monsters.
The graduates from Shrek are all renowned existences on the continent, and one of them is the youngest Elder of Spirit Hall.”
“Soul Saint!”
Tang San’s pupils shrank in shock.
Teacher’s friend was actually a Soul Saint!
That was a powerful existence among Soul Masters, capable of holding off thousands of troops alone!
Their Holy Soul Village was even named because it produced a Soul Saint.
Immediately after, Tang San nodded repeatedly and supported Yu Xiaogang out of the infirmary.
Over an hour later, Tang San had packed the luggage, and Yu Xiaogang had also hired a carriage, waiting at the academy gate.
Amid the guards’ sneers, Tang San helped Yu Xiaogang onto the carriage and put the luggage away.
Before entering the carriage, Tang San turned back to look at Notting Academy, a trace of hatred surfacing in his eyes.
Meng Chen, the humiliation you brought me, one day, I will return it tenfold!
The coachman waved his whip, and the carriage slowly moved forward, leaving Notting Academy.
The guard watched the carriage gradually driving away and spat on the ground.
“Bah, serves you right!”
That night, the bright moon was like a silver plate, the stars like a waterfall, and the night sky was magnificent and aesthetic.
A rugged figure appeared outside the dormitory.
However, the moment he took a step forward, another blood-red figure appeared, blocking his path.
Looking at Tang Hao, Ye Xishui’s beautiful face revealed a lazy smile, her red lips parted slightly, and she said in a charming voice to dissuade him:
“Step back.
You cannot hurt that little fellow.
Leave now, and no one will get hurt, but if you insist on making a move, you will die.”
“How would I know without trying?”
Tang Hao spoke in a deep voice, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—nine Soul Rings emerged, brilliant in color and floating around his body.
Although his Aura was grand, his overbearingness revealed a hint of weakness, seeming like a strong exterior hiding a hollow interior.
The sudden and powerful coercion woke up all the students and teachers of Notting Academy.
Ye Xishui glanced at Tang Hao’s Soul Ring configuration, her beautiful eyes shimmering with appraisal, and she commented: “Level Ninety-Five, one 100,000-year Soul Ring.
Not bad.”
The Titled Douluos of this era had a gap in their Realm compared to those of her era.
In this era, levels ninety-one to ninety-five were “Titled Douluo”, levels ninety-six to ninety-eight were “Peak Douluo”, and level ninety-nine was called “super Douluo”.
In her era, levels ninety-one to ninety-four were “Titled Douluo”, levels ninety-five to ninety-eight were “super Douluo”, and level ninety-nine was called “Limit Douluo”.
The next moment, within Tang Hao’s perception, Ye Xishui exuded a chilling coercion.
Unlike his overbearing and tyrannical Aura, it was a terrifying terror that struck straight at the Soul!
Immediately following, Tang Hao saw a Soul Ring configuration he had never seen in his entire life.
Six black and three red—nine Soul Rings rose from beneath Ye Xishui’s feet, encircling her mature, proud, and graceful figure.
The black was profound, and the red was eerie.
Just the Soul Power fluctuations emitted by the Soul Rings made space freeze, causing Tang Hao’s breathing to stall.
Tang Hao’s pupils shrank violently, revealing an expression of disbelief.
Six ten-thousand-year Soul Rings, three 100,000-year Soul Rings!
How could this be?
Even that High Priest of Spirit Hall only had eight black and one red; this mysterious woman was actually even more terrifying than that High Priest!
Ye Xishui did not reveal her Martial Soul; relying solely on her Soul Power coercion, she made it difficult for Tang Hao to even take a step.
The circulation of his Soul Power became arduous, and his body was tottering.
“Still want to try?” Ye Xishui asked Tang Hao in return, and Tang Hao fell silent.
If Ye Xishui were like him, both having two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red, even if she were one or two levels higher than him, he could still give it a try.
But unfortunately, Ye Xishui possessed six black and three red Soul Rings that had never appeared on the continent, and she even gave him the feeling of facing the High Priest of Spirit Hall.
Deep powerlessness was all that remained in Tang Hao’s heart.
He looked at Ye Xishui and couldn’t help asking: “Who on earth are you?”
Ye Xishui: “Obviously, I am that little fellow’s Guardian.
While that little fellow has yet to grow up, I will protect him.”
“Since you are his Guardian, why are you letting me leave?”
Tang Hao was baffled.
Since this woman wanted to protect that Meng Chen, she should have killed him instead.
Why would she let him leave?
Guessing what Tang Hao was thinking, Ye Xishui smiled and said: “Very simple, killing you is as easy as turning over my hand, but it has no meaning.
Your life should be kept for the future, left for that little fellow; that way it will have more value.”
Tang Hao understood.
This mysterious woman was treating him as Meng Chen’s future touchstone, using him to test Meng Chen!
A wave of humiliation surged within Tang Hao’s heart.
As the dignified Clear Sky Douluo, the youngest Titled Douluo on Douluo Continent, he was actually being treated as a whetstone by someone.
This was simply an unprecedented humiliation!
Tang Hao’s eyes turned red, breathing like an ox, and he gritted his teeth in anger: “I, Tang Hao, will remember today’s humiliation.
If you want to use me as a whetstone, you’ll have to see if the blade you’ve nurtured is sharp enough!”
Dropping a harsh remark, Tang Hao suddenly burst forth with power, forcefully breaking free from Ye Xishui’s suppression, turning around with a few large leaps, and disappearing into the night.
What Tang Hao didn’t know, however, was that Ye Xishui had already left a Soul mark on his body to monitor his movements.
Sensing that the powerful coercion had disappeared, the people in Notting Academy all breathed a sigh of relief, mistakenly believing that it was merely an expert passing by Notting City.
Notting Academy returned to peace once more.
Meanwhile, in Meng Chen’s dormitory.
Ye Xishui appeared before Meng Chen’s bed.
Meng Chen’s roommates had lifeless eyes, both falling into a dazed state.
“Little fellow, I have already sent Tang Hao away according to your instructions.”
Ye Xishui said with a smiling expression.
Not killing Tang Hao was actually Meng Chen’s idea.
Meng Chen had long anticipated that Tang Hao would come looking for trouble because of Tang San, but letting Ye Xishui just kill Tang Hao like that would be too boring.
He wanted to wait until he grew up and personally slay Tang Hao himself; only then would there be a sense of accomplishment.
On the other side, Tang Hao left Notting City and returned to Holy Soul Village, extremely furious.
Looking back in the direction of Notting Academy, raging flames ignited in his weathered eyes as he let out a low, angry roar.
“Meng Chen, what a good Meng Chen!
Just a mere mutated Martial Soul with Innate full Soul Power who only happened to win against Little San once, and you really think you’re invincible!”
“My son Tang San possesses Twin Martial Souls and the aptitude to become a god; whose stepping stone he is remains to be seen!”