Douluo Continent: The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, who intercepted the immortal herb

Chapter 30: Complete Suppression, Tang San's End and Turn to the Dark Side

The morning light shone on the dilapidated windows of Dormitory 7.

Xiao Wu stood in front of the washbasin.

She skillfully braided her long, black hair into a smooth scorpion braid.

He picked up the carrot hairpin that Su Chen had given him last night with his right hand.

It was casually tucked into the hair bun.

She turned her head.

She blinked her big eyes.

He looked at Su Chen, who was leaning against the bed railing with his eyes closed, resting.

"Feed. Is it pretty?"

Su Chen opened his eyes.

His gaze lingered on the wooden hairpin for half a second.

"It's barely watchable."

"Tch. No taste."

Xiao Wu wrinkled her small nose.

Although he expressed his dislike.

But her fingers carefully pushed the wooden hairpin inward.

I was afraid it would fall.

"Let's go. To the cafeteria."

Su Chen stood up.

His hands were in his pockets.

He walked towards the door.

Xiao Wu immediately followed.

Their steps were light and quick.

The two walked out of the dormitory area side by side at the same time.

West Nottingham Street.

The heat from the stove distorted the air slightly.

This is the largest "Hammer" blacksmith shop in Nottingham.

The clanging sound of blacksmithing could be heard incessantly.

Tang San stood outside the blacksmith's shop.

His hands were wrapped in thick white bandages.

The yellowish-brown traces of medicine were faintly visible beneath the bandage.

Su Chen forcefully shattered all ten of their fingers.

Although the bone was set at the infirmary.

But just a little force is needed.

That piercing pain would rush straight to your brain along your nerves.

Tang San gritted his teeth.

Step into the blacksmith's shop.

A pungent, metallic smell wafted towards us.

"Boss, are you hiring apprentices?"

Tang San walked to the counter.

Hoarseness.

Behind the counter.

The burly boss, Shi San, raised his head.

He looked Tang San up and down.

Their gaze fell on Tang San's hands, which were wrapped up like rice dumplings.

Shi San chuckled.

"Kid, you've come to the wrong place. This is a blacksmith shop, not a shelter."

"You can't even hold chopsticks properly with those hands. You want to swing a sledgehammer?"

Tang San did not back down.

"Although my hand is injured, I know how to forge."

"I know how to completely remove impurities from pig iron. I can even forge it into high-quality steel."

Shi San's disdainful gaze instantly changed.

Hundred-times-refined steel.

That's a skill that only a master blacksmith can master.

How could a six-year-old possibly understand?

"Words are meaningless. How can you prove it?"

Shi San squinted.

Tang San raised his right hand, which was wrapped in bandages.

He forcefully channeled the internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill into his fingertips.

He endured the excruciating pain.

He grabbed a piece of raw pig iron ore from the counter.

The finger bones made a faint cracking sound as they struggled to bear the weight.

Tang San's face turned deathly pale.

They managed to squeeze a corner off the raw pig iron ore.

"it is good."

Shi San's eyes lit up.

This kid's got some skills.

Just as Shi San was about to offer Tang San a job.

A shirtless worker rushed out from the backyard.

He was clutching a piece of parchment in his hand.

sweating a lot.

"Boss! Boss! Something terrible has happened!"

The man ran to Shi San's side.

Slap the parchment onto the counter.

"The announcement was just issued by the Spirit Hall branch half an hour ago."

"The entire city is under lockdown against a work-study student named Tang San."

The guy lowered his voice.

But at this distance.

Tang San heard it clearly.

"The notice said that anyone who dares to hire him or sell him anything is going against the Spirit Hall and will have their property confiscated and their shops sealed off."

Shi San's face twitched violently.

He suddenly turned his head.

She stared intently at the boy in front of her.

"What's your name?"

A sense of foreboding welled up in Tang San's heart.

"Tang San".

Before he could finish speaking...

Shi San slammed his hand on the counter.

The vibrations made the ironware above rattle and clang.

"roll."

Shi San pointed rudely at the gate.

"Get out of here right now."

Tang San frowned.

He was not reconciled.

"Boss, I can work for free. Just provide meals. I guarantee I can help you make a fortune."

"Bullshit."

Shi San immediately launched into a tirade of curses.

"Is this about money? You little bastard, you've offended the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. You're tired of living. I want to live a few more years."

"Guards! Throw him out of here!"

Several burly blacksmiths immediately put down their hammers.

They surrounded them with fierce expressions.

Tang San's chest heaved violently.

He gritted his teeth.

No more nonsense.

He turned and walked out of the blacksmith's shop.

The sunlight outside was blinding.

Tang San felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He wouldn't give up.

In the next hour.

He visited half of the shops in Nottingham.

pharmacy.

Tavern.

A general store.

Even the most remote woodpile.

As long as he gives his name.

Without exception, all they received in return were expulsion and insults.

The Spirit Hall's ban.

It's like an invisible net.

This completely shut down all his living space in Nottingham.

I have no money.

We can't buy the materials.

He was then unable to reforge the hidden weapon.

They were even less able to obtain food.

Hunger and pain tormented his nerves at the same time.

Tang San dragged his heavy steps.

They walked back to Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

Second floor cafeteria.

The aroma of food wafted through the air.

Tang San walked to the entrance of the cafeteria.

My stomach was making loud, protesting noises.

He touched his pocket.

Penniless.

His gaze swept across the crowd.

It landed on a dining table by the window.

Su Chen sat there.

Holding a cup of warm milk in my hand.

Xiao Wu sat opposite him.

I'm struggling with a huge roasted chicken leg.

Wang Sheng and a group of work-study students sat around another table.

They ate until their mouths were greasy.

all of these.

He was originally supposed to have a share too.

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot.

Jealousy and resentment grew wildly in my heart like weeds.

He strode over to the dining table.

The shadow covered the plate in front of Xiaowu.

Xiao Wu stopped chewing.

Raise your head.

He frowned as he looked at Tang San.

"You're blocking the light."

Xiao Wu's tone was very dissatisfied.

Tang San ignored Xiao Wu's indifference.

He spoke, suppressing his anger.

"Xiao Wu, why do you associate with people like this?"

"He is cruel, vicious, and bullies others."

"His actions at the college gate yesterday made him an absolute scoundrel."

Xiao Wu put down the chicken leg in her hand.

He took a tissue from the table and wiped his mouth.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Xiao Wu retorted without holding back.

"Su Chen treated me to a good meal and bought us new bedding. He's the boss I've always considered."

"And you? You lost the fight, so you resorted to such underhanded tactics as stabbing someone in the back."

"You're the villain."

Tang San's face turned ashen from Xiao Wu's words.

"Those are concealed weapons. They're a means for the weak to protect themselves when facing the powerful. You don't understand."

Tang San was still using his Tang Sect logic and sophistry.

"I don't understand?"

Xiao Wu sneered.

All I know is this: fight fair and square. If you lose, you lose.

"Sore loser resorting to sneak attacks. They've utterly disgraced Soul Masters."

"Get out of here right now. Don't spoil my appetite."

Xiao Wu waved her hand dismissively.

Tang San's chest heaved violently.

He finally turned his gaze to Su Chen, who had remained silent.

"Su Chen, you've gone too far."

Tang San's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You issued a city-wide ban, cutting off my path to survival."

"Is this the magnanimity of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?"

Su Chen put down the milk glass in his hand.

The porcelain cup collided with the table.

It made a crisp, light sound.

He leaned back in his chair.

He calmly looked at Tang San's distorted face.

"Tolerance?"

Su Chen chuckled softly.

I have never been magnanimous towards my enemies.

"When you shot a poisoned weapon at my throat, what happened to your magnanimity?"

Tang San clenched his fists tightly.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river."

"You think you can trap me, Tang San, with just a ban?"

"I'd rather not stay in Nottingham."

"I could simply leave here and go somewhere else to acquire a spirit ring."

"Once I break through level ten, I will repay today's humiliation tenfold."

Listen to this classic cliché.

The mockery in Su Chen's eyes grew even stronger.

"leave?"

Su Chen tapped his finger on the table.

"You're a piece of trash without any spirit rings."

"We don't have money to buy dry food."

"I have no weapons to defend myself."

"You will starve to death in the wilderness less than ten miles from Nottingham."

"Or... having your throat bitten off by the lowest-level ten-year-old soul beast."

Su Chen spoke each sentence.

Tang San's face paled slightly.

"Besides, what makes you think you can obtain the first spirit ring?"

Su Chen leaned forward slightly.

He stared into Tang San's eyes.

"To enter the Soul Hunter Forest, you must have a warrant issued by the Spirit Hall."

"That good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang has been stripped of his elder title."

"In the entire continent, not a single Spirit Hall branch will issue you a warrant."

Tang San's body jolted violently.

He had thought of this problem last night.

But Su Chen pointed it out to her face at that moment.

The feeling of suffocation and despair overwhelmed him instantly.

"Rules are made by people."

Tang San was stubborn as a mule.

There's always another way to get in.

"Of course."

Su Chen took out a dark gold token from his Void Ring.

I tossed it casually onto the table.

It was the purple-gold papal decree that symbolized the supreme power of the Spirit Hall.

"Starting from this morning."

Su Chen's tone was indifferent.

"All the Soul Hunting Forests within the province of Fasno."

"The entire operation was taken over by the Templar Knights, led personally by the Cardinal of the Spirit Hall."

"This papal decree does not exist."

"Not even a fly can get in."

Su Chen leaned back in his chair.

"Don't you have that Ghostly Shadow Step?"

"

"You can definitely give it a try."

"Let's see what your hidden weapons are like. Can they penetrate Contra's defenses?"

Quiet.

Tang San felt a buzzing in his ears.

All possible escape routes.

All hope.

At this moment.

Su Chen used the most absolute power.

It was completely crushed into powder.

There was no warrant.

No spirit rings.

I have no money.

What will he use to become stronger?

What can we use to seek revenge?

Tang San stared intently at the papal decree on the table.

His eyes were bloodshot from extreme resentment.

"Spirit Hall————"

He screamed those three words wildly in his mind.

"I'm stuffed.

"

Xiao Wu stood up.

He didn't even glance at Tang San.

She directly took Su Chen's arm.

"Let's go. We still have classes this afternoon."

Su Chen stood up.

He let Xiao Wu hold his arm.

The two brushed past Tang San.

Su Chen didn't even spare Tang San a glance.

That kind of complete disregard.

This was even more insane for Tang San than the humiliation he suffered in person.

Tang San stood alone in the noisy cafeteria.

The students around him were looking at him with strange eyes.

He slowly lowered his head.

Looking at my hands, which were wrapped in bandages.

All the regular roads are blocked.

Whether it's blacksmithing or hunting souls through legitimate means.

Neither way is an option.

Tang San's eyes gradually turned extremely gloomy.

The general outline of the Xuan Tian Bao Lu flashed through my mind.

For survival.

To become stronger.

Even if it means resorting to any means necessary.

He remembered it on the way to Nottingham.

Old Jack once mentioned it casually.

Underground in the western suburbs of Nottingham.

There is a black market that is not under the jurisdiction of the Spirit Hall.

That place is a gathering place for outlaws from all over the continent.

As long as you can afford the price.

They can get their hands on anything.

This includes channels for smuggling people into the Soul Hunter Forest.

Tang San touched his chest.

Hidden there are several Tang Clan basic poison recipes that I wrote down in my previous life.

He had no other choice.

They could only step onto that dark path stained with blood.

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