Douluo: I'll take the benefits, you bear the side effects

Chapter 6 The Third Victim: Yu Xiaogang

"Bind to Tang Hao, bind everything to Tang Hao."

[Ding, it's detected that the host's excessive physical exercise has affected his height and body shape. Do you want to bind the subject?]

"This has to be bound to Tang San." For this kind of thing that won't affect one's own cultivation due to the object it bears, Ning Chuan would naturally throw it to Tang San.

Time flies. For three months, Ning Chuan went out early and came back late. During the day, he carried stones to the vicinity of the Holy Soul Village to exercise crazily, to exhaust his own body. At night, he meditated all night long, and transferred all kinds of side effects to Tang Hao. His progress was rapid.

Not only did his physique become much stronger, but his soul power also increased from half a level to five levels.

And now, the day has finally arrived to register at Notting College.

Because they were farther away from Nottingham, Old Tom took Ningchuan on their journey early in the morning, just as the sky was getting light.

On the other hand, Tang San's family was in a miserable state.

Early in the morning, I returned home after practicing the Purple Demon Eye.

Compared with three months ago, Tang San at this moment has become darker. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has become a piece of charcoal, a complete piece of charcoal.

At the same time, there was a slight disharmony in his body. His strength hadn't increased much, but he had gained some useless dead muscles. Even his arms and thighs were slightly deformed.

At first he thought there was something wrong with his practice, but it just made him look a little uglier, and he didn't feel any discomfort in his body.

After cooking the porridge as usual, Tang San called to the inner room of the blacksmith shop, "Dad, it's time to eat."

Surprisingly, Tang Hao, who would come out every day when he heard about eating, did not show up today.

Tang San's heart tightened. Could it be that his father was ill? He hurried into Tang Hao's room.

Tang Hao lay quietly on the dirty, almost rotten bed. His originally sallow face had turned extremely pale at some point. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his face revealed a hideous expression of pain.

"How did you get in? Didn't you say you weren't allowed in without my permission?"

After Tang San came in, Tang Hao suddenly opened his eyes.

"Dad, are you sick?"

Tang San opened his mouth and asked worriedly. Because his skin had turned charcoal black, his not-so-white teeth were particularly eye-catching in this dim room.

Tang Hao slowly stood up and shook his head, "I'm fine, let's go out and eat."

Nothing happened but a ghost.

He didn't know what happened either.

Ever since his son Tang San awakened his martial spirit, he'd been in excruciating pain all over his body, as if he'd done the equivalent of ten people's worth of heavy physical labor every day. His muscles and bones ached terribly. Even his meridians ached, swelling and aching in the late nights.

In addition, his mental strength, soul power and physical strength were also greatly consumed. Although it was nothing for him as a Titled Douluo, he was tortured by someone day and night for three consecutive months. Even if the Titled Douluo had an amazing recovery ability, he could not bear it.

It made him feel terribly uncomfortable all day and all night.

In addition, the hidden injuries left by the battle with Qianxunji almost took his life.

The most crucial thing was that he found that his soul power could no longer be improved, and stopped at level 92 after the battle with the Spirit Hall six years ago.

Of course, Tang Hao was unaware of all this and subconsciously thought it was a relapse of an old injury. That was the only possible reason.

Tang San wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Tang Hao in a stern voice, "Alright, if I say it's okay, then it's okay. From now on, you little kid should stay out of adult matters. Also, clean up after dinner. I'll have Old Jack take you to Notting College later."

"I know dad."

Tang San knew that he couldn't get anything out of the question, so he didn't ask any more questions. However, he had a vague feeling in his heart that his father seemed to be hiding something.

After breakfast, Tang San set off with Old Jack.

Although Ning Chuan and Old Tom set out earlier than them, they still arrived later than them because Dihun Village was farther away from Notting City.

At this moment, Tang San seemed to have had a conflict with the doorman.

When Ning Chuan and Old Tom arrived, they saw them standing with a middle-aged man holding a martial spirit certificate.

He was a middle-aged man, about 40 or 50 years old, of medium build, slightly thin, with ordinary looks, thick lips, a crew cut, and thick stubble on his face. He looked a little decadent.

But there was a faint smile on his face, from which it can be seen that he was in a very good mood at the moment.

"Prison Little Anus?"

Ning Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly and roughly guessed the other person's identity.

Old Tom stepped forward and asked, "Old Jack, who is this?"

Although the two old guys often quarreled, they still had a good relationship. Seeing Old Tom and Ning Chuan coming over, Old Jack was afraid that they would be harassed by the doorman again, so he hurriedly said, "Old Tom, let me introduce you. This is the master of Notting College. Master, he is Old Tom from the Emperor Soul Village. This time he also brought his children to Notting College to register. Take a look at this."

Ning Chuan was fine after hearing this, but Old Tom, an ordinary man, was inevitably a little nervous and uneasy when facing Yu Xiaogang, a soul master. "Master."

Yu Xiaoang glanced at Tang San, suppressing the burning passion and impatience in her heart. She casually looked at Ning Chuan a few times, and seeing that the boy's eyes were bright, she thought he might be a genius. So she smiled and said, "Show me your spirit masters too."

If this child has good talent and his innate soul power can reach level nine or above, he may consider taking him in as his disciple.

But unfortunately, he would soon be disappointed.

He looked at the martial soul certificate he received from Old Tom. When he saw the words "Martial Soul Bamboo Sword" and "Innate Soul Power Half Level", his stiff face, which originally had a slight smile on it, immediately fell.

Especially when he saw the words "innate soul power half level", it was as if something triggered his sensitive nerves.

The whole person exudes a special cold temperament.

"Alright, both certificates are correct. Old sir, on behalf of the academy, I apologize to you for what happened just now. Leave this child to me. As for the other child, have him take his Spirit Master certificate and go in to register directly."

Yu Xiaogang only kept Tang San's martial spirit certificate, and then apologized to Old Jack. As for Ning Chuan and Old Tom, after casually returning the spirit master certificate, he never looked at them again.

The contrast between the before and after was so fast and the expression changed so quickly that even though Ning Chuan was prepared, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Wow, he is as arrogant as he is inferior to me.

Who is being looked down upon by this condescending attitude?

(End of this chapter)