Douluo Continent: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? A Soul Beast Pagoda!

Chapter 66 Monster Academy

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, pointed to himself, and said, "Sir—look at me—"

Tang Hao frowned even more deeply. He silently took off his own gray cloak, which was equally worn but at least still intact, and casually tossed it over.

Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed and quickly wrapped himself tightly in the cloak to cover his filth and disgrace.

Without another word, Tang Hao stepped into the cell, grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the shoulder like a chick, and turned to leave.

"Well----"

Scarface watched the two figures disappear quickly, opened his mouth, but in the end he just clicked his tongue and muttered something to himself with regret.

"Oh, my rose—I will miss you—"

Then he rolled over and continued snoring.

Outside Nottingham, in a sparse grove of trees.

There is a makeshift camp here.

A dying campfire burned low, and two thick logs served as stools. Beside the fire lay two unconscious children on the ground.

The children were Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Tang Hao released his grip, and Yu Xiaogang staggered a few steps before regaining his balance.

He composed himself, first looking towards the campfire, and exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao San? And Xiao Wu? They—"

"I knocked him unconscious and brought him out," Tang Hao said coldly.

"You—you are?" Yu Xiaogang asked hesitantly, not recognizing Tang Hao.

"I am Tang Hao, the father of the mistress."

"You are Haotian—"

"Alright, let's not bring up those old titles anymore."

Tang Hao waved his hand, interrupting him, and said coldly.

"You can't stay in Nottingham any longer. Is there anywhere else you can go?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang quickly calculated in his mind. He had limited connections on the continent, and having offended the Spirit Hall, there weren't many relatively safe places he could go—

"Soto City!" His eyes lit up. "I know an old friend in Soto City, and—there's a very special academy there."

"Okay." Tang Hao said succinctly. He raised his hand and waved, sending a beam of dark light towards Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang caught it instinctively; it was cold and heavy to the touch. He looked down and his heart skipped a beat!

It was a token that was completely black, with six different martial spirit patterns engraved on the front.

Papal Decree!

"This—" Yu Xiaogang's hands trembled with excitement. With this token, things would be so much easier in many places!

"Be more mindful of your actions in the future."

Tang Hao's voice carried a warning.

"Also, remember to let the mistress spend more time with that girl. Ideally—make her fall in love with the mistress."

Yu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment, then he understood Tang Hao's intention.

That girl named Xiao Wu has extremely high talent. If she can be tied to Tang San's side, she will be a great help in the future.

"I understand!" Yu Xiaogang bowed quickly, his tone full of gratitude.

When he looked up, there was no one there. Tang Hao had vanished silently, just as he had arrived.

The night wind blew, and the campfire crackled.

Yu Xiaogang gripped the papal decree tightly, feeling its cool touch, and a light rekindled in his eyes.

Humiliation, pain, despair—all are in the past.

He still has a future, he still has Tang San, his exceptionally talented disciple, he still has the Pope's Decree, and he still has Soto City as a fallback option.

"Bibi Dong—Spirit Hall—Jiang Xue'er—" He muttered these names under his breath, his eyes flashing with resentment and ruthlessness. "You just wait—the humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!"

The next morning.

Tang San and Xiao Wu woke up almost at the same time.

"Ugh—" The two men clutched the back of their necks, their brows furrowed. There was a dull ache there, clearly caused by the heavy blows.

"What happened last night?"

"I think... I've been knocked unconscious?"

"Where are we?"

The two sat up and looked around blankly. When they realized they were in the middle of nowhere, not in their Notting College dormitory, a look of horror appeared on their faces.

"Old...teacher?!"

Tang San, with his sharp eyes, spotted Yu Xiaogang sitting on a log, poking at the embers of the campfire with a twig.

However, Yu Xiaogang's image at this moment is really not flattering.

His clothes were so tattered they were almost unrecognizable, covered by an equally worn and oversized gray cloak. His hair was disheveled and tangled, his face was bruised, and he exuded an indescribable stench, a mixture of sweat, mildew, and some other suspicious odor.

Tang San and Xiao Wu instinctively held their breath, their stomachs churning.

Seeing that the two had woken up, Yu Xiaogang put down the tree branch and tried to force a gentle smile, but the smile looked particularly distorted on his dirty face: "Xiao San, Xiao Wu, you're awake."

Why does the teacher speak in such a childish way?

"Teacher, what's going on? Why are we here?" Tang San asked, forcing himself to endure his discomfort.

Yu Xiaogang sighed and began to weave a lie: "Xiao San, those despicable people from the Spirit Hall, in order to seize the Elder's Token from me, actually framed me for theft and imprisoned me and tortured me to extract a confession! Last night I finally managed to escape, and thinking that they might be harmful to you, I brought you out with me as well."

He paused, his tone becoming earnest: "Notting City, we can no longer stay here. I hope you can come with me to another place, a special academy called Monster Academy, which only accepts true geniuses and monsters."

Upon hearing this, Tang San's doubts deepened.

With the teacher's cultivation level—could he escape from the heavily guarded dungeon of the Spirit Hall branch? And could he bring the two of them out of the academy dormitory without alerting anyone?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he shook his head violently, a wave of self-reproach washing over him.

No! How could I doubt my teacher! The teacher risked their life to save us! It's incredibly disrespectful of me to secretly speak ill of my teacher!

He forced himself to suppress his doubts and shifted his attention to "Monster Academy".

An academy that only accepts geniuses and monsters? That would suit me quite well.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, teacher," Tang San nodded.

"What does that have to do with me?!"

Xiao Wu suddenly exploded. She stood up abruptly, her pink eyes glaring at Yu Xiaogang with fury. "You two got into trouble, why are you dragging me out with you?! I'm perfectly fine at Notting Academy!"

Although she and Tang San have a good relationship, they have not yet established a brother-sister relationship.

This inexplicable kidnapping and being taken to the wilderness left her both shocked and furious.

Yu Xiaogang had anticipated Xiao Wu's reaction and quickly adopted a gentle tone: "Xiao Wu, don't be angry. You're a genius with innate full soul power. Staying at a place like Notting Academy was a waste of your talent. I brought you out here for your own good. That monster academy not only has the most suitable teaching methods for geniuses, but also has Soul Saint-level experts personally instructing students. Only there can you truly unleash your potential and grow rapidly."

"A Soul Saint?!" Xiao Wu and Tang San exclaimed at the same time.

In a small place like Notting City, a Soul Saint is already a legendary figure. The Dean of Notting Academy is only a Soul Venerable.

Tang San was even more delighted and quickly urged, "Yes, Xiao Wu, our teacher is doing this for our own good. With a Soul Saint guiding us, our cultivation speed will definitely be much faster! Why don't you come with us?"

Looking into Tang San's sincere eyes, Xiao Wu suddenly felt a slight stirring in her heart.

It was as if a voice kept telling her: Follow him—follow Tang San—stay by his side—

The feeling came abruptly and strangely, but Xiao Wu shook her head. If—if only a Soul Saint were present—

She bit her lip, the anger in her pink eyes gradually dissipating, replaced by a hint of hesitation and anticipation: "Then—well then. But if that academy isn't as good as you say, I'll leave immediately!"

"Don't worry, I definitely won't let you down," Yu Xiaogang assured him, secretly relieved.

The three tidied up quickly, extinguished the campfire, determined their direction, and began their journey towards Soto City.

And shortly after they left.

The Notting City branch of the Spirit Hall was in complete uproar.

"Clang—!!!"

The door to Matthew's office was flung open, and a young deacon stumbled in, his face ashen and his voice shrill with terror.

"Master Matthew! Something terrible has happened!"

Matthew, who was processing documents, looked up, his brow furrowed. "What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic? What's going on?"

"Yu—Yu Xiaogang has escaped!" The deacon's voice trembled with tears. "The dungeon guards—are all dead! The cell doors were violently breached! Yu Xiaogang is gone!"

"What?!" Matthew suddenly stood up, causing the chair behind him to fall to the ground with a loud thud.

"What did you say?! Say it again!"

"Yu Xiaogang has been kidnapped! The guards have all been killed!"

The deacon almost burst into tears.

Matthew released his grip, staggered back a step, and managed to grab the table to keep from falling.

His forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat.

Yu Xiaogang was kidnapped — Shou was killed —

This is not simply a matter of prisoners escaping. It signifies the intervention of a powerful external force, openly defying the Spirit Hall!

What's even more terrifying is that Yu Xiaogang was a prisoner he was ordered to detain and hand over to that prince for personal trial.

Now the prisoner is gone, and the guard is dead—

"quick----"

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and ordered in a hoarse voice, "Notify all available deacons to conduct a secret search throughout the city—"

"Yes—yes!"

The deacon scrambled out of the room.

Matthew slumped into a chair, covered his face with his hands, and let out a painful and desperate groan.

He knew that his good days were probably coming to an end.

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