Tang San's furious roar instantly silenced the previously noisy surroundings.
Everyone turned to look at the scene of a young man berating a middle-aged man.
Feeling the curious gazes of the onlookers, Zhao Wuji was filled with guilt, embarrassment, and self-reproach.
A Soul Sage, being scolded by a Great Soul Master brat, and yet he couldn't refute it.
As the teacher leading this spirit beast hunt, he had failed to protect them. It was indeed his fault.
"Brother San, that's enough. Teacher Zhao didn't mean to. Things turned out this way, and Teacher Zhao couldn't help it. Besides, Teacher Zhao is still..."
"Shut up, Fatty! How dare you speak?! Everything we're going through is because of you! If you hadn't let your lower half get the better of you and provoked the granddaughter of a Title Douluo, would we be in this mess?! You're the one who should die!"
Hearing Ma Hongjun defending Zhao Wuji, Tang San, furious, lashed out.
If Ma Hongjun hadn't provoked the Title Douluo's granddaughter yesterday, they wouldn't be in this state today.
If they weren't in this state, his Xiao Wu wouldn't be missing.
Hearing Tang San's outburst, Ma Hongjun didn't dare say another word, his face filled with guilt as he lowered his head.
After all, their current predicament was the result of his momentary lapse in judgment.
But he really couldn't help it. His evil fire wasn't something he could just suppress.
Thinking of his evil fire, Ma Hongjun felt it beginning to stir again.
"Alright, Little San, I understand your anger. But please believe me. Once I safely get you all back, I'll have the dean send people to search for her. Right now, the most important thing is to ensure your safety."
Zhao Wuji said in a low voice.
The situation was already ugly, and Zhao Wuji wanted to end it as quickly as possible.
"No need. You should just stay here and wait to die. I'll look for her myself."
With that, Tang San ignored Zhao Wuji's protests and left the inn, wandering aimlessly through the town.
Soon, as he passed the tavern where their tragic night had begun, Tang San saw the four people who had caused their group to fall apart in a single night preparing to leave by carriage.
Seeing the four leaving by carriage, Tang San's eyes turned red.
It was because of them that his Xiao Wu had been taken by an unknown person.
It was all because of them.
They caused Xiao Wu to go missing. They have earned their death!!
But even in his rage, Tang San's mind remained clear.
He knew that if he attacked them now, he, with no backing, would surely die. Therefore, the only thing he could do now was find Xiao Wu, remember this hatred, and wait until he became a Title Douluo to seek revenge!
At this moment, Tang San's desire to grow stronger burned brighter than ever.
But then, Tang San couldn't help but recall the battle with the boy who seemed to be around his age.
Despite being similar in age, the other was already a three-ringed Soul Elder, while he was still a Great Soul Master, a significant distance away from becoming a Soul Elder.
Moreover, Tang San admitted that even if his Blue Silver Grass had a third soul skill, he still wouldn't be confident in defeating the other.
"In the end, no matter what, the combat ability of Blue Silver Grass is too weak. If I switched to cultivating my left-hand martial soul, would things have turned out differently last night?"
This thought began to take root in Tang San's mind.
Last night's battle was the first time Tang San had ever lost.
Even with his ever-reliable hidden weapons, he had still been defeated.
This dealt a massive blow to Tang San's confidence.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji settled Ma Hongjun in his room.
Just as he was about to leave and get some rest, Ma Hongjun called out to him.
"Teacher Zhao, my evil fire is about to erupt."
Hearing this, the already physically and mentally exhausted Zhao Wuji showed a look of despair.
These four kids were one problem after another.
"Alright, wait here. I'll go find someone."
Soon, Zhao Wuji returned with someone.
"Here, Fatty. The conditions are limited, but make do. Just vent your evil fire."
After saying this, Zhao Wuji left the room.
He didn't want to see or think about what was about to happen. He was afraid he might vomit.
But the conditions were truly limited.
Left behind, Ma Hongjun stared in shock at the woman who weighed around 250 pounds.
"Tsk tsk, young man, you're so badly injured, yet you still have such strong desires. Don't worry, Auntie here has plenty of experience. I'll make sure you have a good time..."
"No, don't come over. Don't come over. I don't want it. I don't want it."
Looking at the woman who weighed nearly twice as much as him, Ma Hongjun could only struggle and cry out.
But it was no use. In the end, under Ma Hongjun's despairing gaze, the woman sat on him.
Before long, Ma Hongjun felt as if his lower half was about to shatter.
In the next room, Dai Mubai woke up to the sound of Ma Hongjun's screams.
However, as he woke up, he felt a sharp pain in his waist.
"Damn it, Fatty, why are you screaming so loudly? It's so annoying. Damn it, it hurts so much. You're venting your evil fire first thing in the morning? Serves you right for getting your legs broken yesterday."
After muttering to himself, Dai Mubai left the room, planning to get some food and then go have some fun.
The sight of Dugu Yan yesterday had stirred his desires, and he wanted to vent them.
But as Dai Mubai stood up, he suddenly realized something was missing between his legs.
Dai Mubai's face turned pale!
He quickly pulled down his pants and saw that it was still there. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he realized with horror that he couldn't feel it at all.
At that moment, Dai Mubai's expression turned completely blank.
He... he couldn't feel Little Dai Mubai anymore.
How was this possible?!
Why was this happening?!
Dai Mubai's expression gradually turned to one of despair.
"No!!!!"
As Dai Mubai's agonized scream reached Zhao Wuji's ears, Zhao Wuji, holding Xiao Wu's farewell letter, spat out another mouthful of blood.