NABC Chapter 90 Yu Xiaogang's Tragic Condition
Chapter 90 Yu Xiaogang's Tragic Condition
Chapter 90 Yu Xiaogang's Tragic Situation (Two Chapters Combined)
Night fell, the moon shone like a silver plate, and the sky was filled with stars.
Imperial Academy of the Emperor.
Inside a teacher's dormitory.
Yu Xiaogang held a book, but his thoughts had already flown to the heavens.
His original plan was to guide Tang San to cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, then let Tang San join the Royal Fighting Team, and with his training, the powerful team he created would surely achieve excellent results in the Soul Master Competition a year later.
They might even win the championship.
At that time, Tang San, as the team leader, will be the brightest new star.
He placed high hopes on Tang San, expecting Tang San to make a name for himself in the Soul Master Competition, thereby proving his theories and washing away the stigma of being a good-for-nothing.
He believed that Tang San would one day stand at the pinnacle of the continent, and at that time, as Tang San's mentor, he would also be worshipped by the world.
But now it's all ruined, everything is ruined. Six ten-year spirit rings, this not only destroyed Tang San's talent, but also brought him immense shame.
Not long ago, he also told Tang San about the advantages of having twin martial souls.
But now, everything is over. The Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul is practically half-destroyed.
Even if Tang San becomes a Title Douluo in the future, those six 10-year spirit rings will be an indelible shame.
When others see those trash spirit rings, they'll definitely say that Yu Xiaogang is misleading people.
Yu Xiaogang's dream of fame was completely shattered. He became even more depressed than before, and completely lost his energy and spirit.
Yu Xiaogang looked up, his gaze seemingly able to see through the roof to the vast night sky.
"Heavens, why are you so unfair to me? Haven't I suffered enough already?"
His stiff face showed dejection, and his heart was filled with bitterness. His talent had been wasted, which was both pitiful and lamentable.
Just as Yu Xiaogang was lamenting his unfulfilled potential, there was a knock on the door.
Yu Xiaogang quickly composed himself.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Tang San walked in.
"Xiao San, why are you back?" Yu Xiaogang was very surprised. Didn't Xiao San leave with His Majesty Haotian?
Tang San said, "Teacher, I've come to take you away. Come with me. My cultivation will depend on your guidance from now on, and this is also my father's wish."
Yu Xiaogang was slightly taken aback. Was this His Majesty Haotian's intention?
As expected, even Haotian Douluo acknowledges his ability to teach disciples.
Thinking this, a smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's old face.
"Okay, Xiao San, wait while I pack some things."
Without hesitation, Yu Xiaogang began packing his luggage.
After grabbing a few changes of clothes, I started packing up the books on the table and bookshelf, feeling a little cautious as I did so.
What he didn't notice was that his good apprentice Tang San had a strange smile on his lips.
After finishing tidying up, Tang San handed paper and pen to Yu Xiaogang.
"What are you doing, mistress?"
Tang San explained, "Teacher, you should leave a message for the dean and the others, otherwise they'll worry about you if you suddenly leave."
"That's true, you've thought of everything."
"It's because the teacher taught me well," Tang San said modestly.
"You," Yu Xiaogang said with a helpless expression, but felt a warm feeling in his heart.
Then, he picked up a pen and began to write.
The message was simple: he told Flander that he and Tang San had left and that they shouldn't worry.
Place the written letter on the table and weigh it down with something.
"Mistress, let's go."
Tang San nodded, a hint of mockery on his face. "Teacher, are you ready to go?"
Upon hearing these words, Yu Xiaogang frowned, then looked at Tang San's expression.
Something's not right.
"What did you just say, mistress?"
Tang San laughed, but it was a very strange laugh.
Yu Xiaogang realized something was wrong and instinctively stepped back to try and create distance between them.
The next moment, Tang San disappeared from Yu Xiaogang's sight, followed by a heavy blow to the back of his neck.
Yu Xiaogang immediately rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.
"Done."
Tang San clapped his hands with a smile and put Yu Xiaogang, a living person, into his storage soul tool.
He then walked out of the room and swaggered away from the Royal Academy.
Before long, Tang San appeared in the Crown Prince's residence, in Qian Renxue's study.
Qian Renxue had been waiting for a long time. When she saw him arrive, she raised an eyebrow and said, "Your illusion technique is quite interesting."
Tang San smiled slightly and said modestly, "I'm far inferior to you."
"Did you bring the person?" Qian Renxue asked, as this was her biggest concern at the moment.
"Don't worry, he's just a piece of trash. It'll be a piece of cake for him."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang was thrown to the ground with a thud.
Despite being treated so roughly, the old man remained unconscious.
Qian Renxue carefully examined Yu Xiaogang.
The old man in front of me had a buzz cut, an ordinary appearance, and a slightly bloated, middle-aged body.
There wasn't a single thing about him that would attract women.
Qian Renxue racked her brains but couldn't figure it out. What did that woman see in him?
Qian Renxue pressed a button on a spot on the wall inside the room.
The next moment, with a dull thud, the ground cracked open, revealing a deep passage and a downward-sloping staircase.
Qian Renxue came to Yu Xiaogang's side and kicked him.
Under this force, Yu Xiaogang was like a ball, kicked into the air, gliding in a beautiful parabola before finally falling into the passageway. Then, due to inertia, he tumbled down the steps.
Qian Renxue and Tang San entered the passage one after the other by going up the stairs.
After being tormented like this, Yu Xiaogang finally woke up.
He struggled to stand up, but a foot came straight at him and kicked him several meters away.
And so, Yu Xiaogang was treated like a football the whole time.
After walking about a hundred meters, Qian Renxue pressed on the wall on one side of the passage again, and another hidden door opened.
Behind the hidden door was a one-bedroom prison cell.
Inside were various instruments of torture, including whips, clamps, standing cages, castration knives, tiger benches, branding irons, and so on.
The most outrageous thing is that they even have a wooden donkey.
The so-called wooden donkey was mainly used to punish women who committed crimes against public morals.
The wooden donkey has a wooden stick inserted on its back. When a female prisoner is forced to ride on the wooden donkey, the wooden stick will enter her genitals, causing harm to her body. This punishment is extremely devastating to women's physical and psychological health. It is a very cruel and humiliating instrument of torture.
Therefore, riding the wooden donkey was also known as the first form of punishment for women.
When Yu Xiaogang saw these instruments of torture, he was terrified.
He looked at Qian Renxue in horror, just as Tang San caught up.
Upon seeing Tang San, Yu Xiaogang felt as if he had seen his savior.
"Mistress, mistress, where is this? Why did you bring me here?"
Tang San replied with a bright smile, "Teacher, of course I've come to repay your kindness in teaching me."
As he spoke, he took the whip hanging on the wall and lashed it fiercely at Yu Xiaogang.
Snapped!
A crisp sound.
Yu Xiaogang's clothes were instantly torn apart, his skin was ripped open, and blood seeped from the wound.
Upon closer inspection, Tang San discovered that the whip had some sharp spikes, which were rusty iron wires, like thorns.
This time, he smoked even more vigorously.
Snapped!
"what!"
Yu Xiaogang screamed in agony, his stiff face contorted in extreme pain.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Look closely, I'm your teacher!"
Tang San's expression remained unchanged. "Teacher, Xiao San knows."
As he spoke, his hands did not stop moving; he raised the whip again and lashed it at Yu Xiaogang.
"what!"
Yu Xiaogang screamed again.
"You mistress, why are you doing this?"
"Teacher, I've been wronged so badly these past few years, don't you bear any responsibility?"
Yu Xiaogang frowned deeply. "It was someone else who harmed you, so why are you blaming me? If anyone should be blamed, it should be His Majesty Haotian. It was His Majesty Haotian who provoked the other party, which led to their crazy revenge."
"You mistress..."
Before he could finish speaking, another whip lashed at him, causing Yu Xiaogang to scream in pain and cover his head as he tried to back away.
But the prison cell is only so big, where could he hide?
Tang San spoke as he chased after him.
"Teacher, don't you bear any responsibility at all? As a teacher, isn't it your duty to protect your disciples? Do you remember the first time we went to the Soul Hunting Forest? As your teacher, not only did you fail to protect me, but you also made me protect you instead."
"Aren't you a theoretical master? Why didn't you see the problem with my spirit rings? Tell me, why?"
Do you know how I've survived these past six years? Do you know?
"Over the years, everyone has looked at me with mockery. Do you know what they say behind my back? They say, 'A useless teacher has produced a useless student.'"
"If I hadn't been so young back then, how could I have been fooled by you? Teacher, oh teacher, why don't you just die?"
"..."
With each word Tang San spoke, he would lash out with his whip, causing Yu Xiaogang to flee in terror, covered in wounds.
Yu Xiaogang was shocked, angry, and terrified.
He never expected that Tang San would think this way, actually pushing all the blame onto himself.
Is this psychological distortion caused by being ridiculed and persecuted for a long time?
Can't you see how good I've been to you all these years?
Tang San, you really have no conscience.
Crows feed their parents, lambs kneel to suckle, but you are not even as good as an animal.
However, given the current situation, Yu Xiaogang only dared to think these words in his heart and would never dare to say them aloud.
They were terrified of angering this wicked disciple, fearing he might do something that would betray his master and ancestors.
Tang San mercilessly lashed out with his barbed whip, striking Yu Xiaogang's battered body again and again.
The rusty wire kept slicing across Yu Xiaogang's body, causing his skin to tear and blood to flow freely.
Yu Xiaogang clenched his teeth, his lips turning bluish-white from being bitten so hard, and each lash made his facial muscles tremble violently.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his face like rain as Yu Xiaogang kept begging for mercy.
But Tang San showed no mercy, and the whip fell again and again.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
clap clap clap!
……
"Ouch...it hurts..."
And so, amidst Yu Xiaogang's agonizing screams, Tang San continued whipping him for nearly half an hour before finally stopping.
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was covered in wounds, his clothes were torn to shreds, and blood was seeping out.
It looked quite tragic.
At this moment, Qian Renxue, holding a red-hot branding iron, walked step by step toward Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang trembled with fear; this person was even more terrifying than Tang San.
Tang San's mind is twisted, and his revenge on himself is probably just a way to vent his unhappiness.
But the person in front of him was different. His eyes were full of murderous intent, as if he had some kind of life-or-death feud with him and wanted to tear him to pieces.
"Who are you? Don't come any closer."
Yu Xiaogang's voice was weak as he braced himself on the ground and retreated in fear.
Until they were backed into a corner, with nowhere left to retreat.
Looking at the red-hot branding iron, Yu Xiaogang was filled with horror, unable to believe how painful it would be for him to be subjected to it.
"I am Yu Xiaogang, and my father is Yu Yuanzhen, the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect. If you dare to touch me, my father will not let you off the hook."
In this critical moment, Yu Xiaogang thought of his only lifeline and threatened him with a fierce but weak tone.
Qian Renxue sneered: "You've miscalculated, you piece of trash, trying to threaten me with Yu Yuanzhen."
"But you've reminded me. Don't worry, I'll personally lead the troops to crush the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan."
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically; this person's tone was incredibly arrogant.
"You, you're from the Spirit Hall?"
The only organization that dares to claim the ability to annihilate the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan is the Spirit Hall.
Qian Renxue sneered repeatedly: "You piece of trash, you're not stupid after all, but what good will it do you even if you know?"
Yu Xiaogang was extremely anxious and blurted out, "I want to see your Pope. Have Bibi Dong come to see me."
Upon hearing this, the killing intent in Qian Renxue's eyes instantly boiled and surged, like an erupting volcano.
"You disgusting piece of trash, you deserve to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the red-hot branding iron fell on Yu Xiaogang without hesitation.
When the soldering iron touches the skin, it instantly makes a "sizzling" sound, accompanied by a burnt smell.
"Aaaaaaah...it hurts so much..."
Yu Xiaogang let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the cell reeked of blood mixed with the smell of roasted meat.
Tang San instinctively shuddered, because he was shocked to see Qian Renxue place the red-hot branding iron between Yu Xiaogang's legs.
This move not only deals maximum damage, but also inflicts a mental attack.
For Yu Xiaogang, every second was endless torment; the burning pain seemed to be devouring his very soul. His body trembled incessantly as he tried to break free from this cruel torture, but all his efforts were in vain.
After a brief period of torment, the temperature of the soldering iron dropped.
Qian Renxue showed no mercy, throwing it into the fire pit and watching it turn red again, preparing for the next round of torture.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were filled with despair and fear, and his throat was hoarse from shouting.
He spoke weakly, "Let, let Bibi Dong come to see me."
Qian Renxue was furious upon hearing this.
Whether she admits it or not, that woman is her mother, that is an undeniable fact.
The thought that the woman still couldn't forget this disgusting piece of trash made her inexplicably furious.
How could such a good-for-nothing be worthy of thinking about that woman?
"You disgusting piece of trash, how dare you even see the Pope?"
"What's with that self-righteous tone?"
Enraged, Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, snatched the whip from Tang San's hand, and lashed out at Yu Xiaogang with all her might.
Snapped!
Snapped!
clap clap clap!
Thank you to Emperor Dark Star for the generous donation of points! (づ●─●)づ
(End of this chapter)