Douluo: Yu Hao is reborn, this Tang San is different

Chapter 65 Going to Shrek in Advance

The master stumbled back, his back slamming heavily against the desk, sending books and documents scattering across the floor. He endured the intense pain on his face, his eyes wide open as he glared at the mad man before him, loudly demanding:
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you hitting me?"

However, the man seemed not to hear the master's question at all. His eyes were bloodshot and his breathing was as rapid as a bellows. He kicked the ground with both feet and rushed towards the master again like a mad bull.

The man rushed to the master, raised his right fist high, the muscles in his arm were as tight as if they were made of steel, and the fist was wrapped in a whistling sound as it smashed towards the master's face.

Seeing this, the master quickly dodged to the side. The man's fist whizzed past the master's cheek, bringing up a gust of wind.

Before the master could recover, the man's left fist came like a cannonball, aiming at the master's abdomen. The master couldn't dodge in time and could only raise his arms to protect his abdomen.

With a dull thud, the man's fist hit the master's arm heavily. The master felt as if his arm was hit by a sledgehammer. With a sharp pain, his body flew backwards uncontrollably and fell heavily to the ground.

The man had no intention of stopping. He took a few steps to the master, grabbed the master's collar and lifted him up from the ground.

The man's face was now ferocious, with veins bulging on his forehead like angry snakes. He roared at the master's face, "Why? Why are you spreading rumors about Tang San everywhere? Do you know how much danger you're putting him in?"

While roaring, the man waved his other hand and punched and kicked the master's body continuously.

The master had no power to fight back in the man's hands and could only passively endure the violent attack. Bruises and scars continued to appear on his face and body, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The master used up his last bit of strength and said with difficulty, "I just think he is extremely talented and I want more people to know about it."

"Shut up!" the man roared again and threw the master out. The master's body hit the wall, then slowly slid down and collapsed to the ground, his eyes full of pain and confusion.

Looking at the beaten master, who had been unrecognizable, the man said calmly, "Come to think of it, it's been twenty years since we last met. Seeing how I look now, it's no wonder you didn't recognize me. My name is Tang Hao, and I'm Xiao San's father."

"Tang Hao?" The master's usually calm expression suddenly changed. His pupils focused almost instantly as he stared intently at the man before him. He trembled and said, "You, you are the Haotian Douluo from back then? You...why did you hit me? I'm Xiao San's teacher."

"Why did they hit you?" Tang Hao snorted coldly, his eyes still blazing with anger. He looked down at the wounded Master lying on the ground, and spoke word by word, "It's because you spread the news about Xiao San everywhere, and you've attracted the attention of those guys from the Spirit Hall. The Spirit Hall sent people to Notting City to investigate. If I hadn't happened to notice it and secretly followed the cardinal, Xiao San and I would have been exposed long ago!"

When the master heard this, the shock on his face, which was originally full of pain, became even more intense.

He struggled to sit up, but the pain all over his body forced him to give up. He could only lie on the ground, looking at Tang Hao in disbelief, his lips trembling as he said, "I really didn't know it would lead to such a consequence. I just thought Xiao San was incredibly talented and wanted more people to know his potential and pave a better path for his future. I didn't expect it to happen."

Tang Hao's expression was solemn, his eyes fixed on his master. He said in a deep voice, "Alright, I've dealt with the Spirit Hall people. However, Xiao San can't stay in Notting City now. Now that they have set their sights on this place, they will never give up. Notting City is too dangerous for Xiao San."

The master struggled to get up from the ground and leaned against the wall, his face full of self-blame and worry. He nodded hurriedly and said, "I understand. Don't worry, I will definitely make arrangements for Xiao San. But where should I send him?"

Tang Hao frowned slightly, paced back and forth in the room, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "I think Shrek Academy, founded by your old friend Flanders, might be a good choice."

"By the way, Your Majesty, are you leaving? Where are you going? He is your son." The master stared at Tang Hao and said with a little doubt.

Tang Hao maintained a cold expression and said, "Master, Xiao San is my son, and also your disciple. Didn't he say that a teacher is a father for life? Then, you are also his father. I must leave. There are many things I must do. He won't be happy following me. It's been ten years. I've been away from this world for ten years. Now he has grown up, and there are things I must do."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Hao slightly turned sideways and slowly reached his right hand into his arms.

His movements were steady and slow, as if he were performing a solemn ceremony. A moment later, he pulled his hand from his bosom, revealing a simple token resting quietly within his palm. Tang Hao stared at the token, a flicker of reluctance in his eyes. Then, with a sudden swing of his arm, the token flew towards the Grandmaster like a streak of black lightning.

Grandmaster subconsciously reached out and steadily caught the token. The token was cold to the touch, made of an ancient material. It was the same token that Grandmaster had shown Tang San when he first entered the Soul Hunting Forest, except that this token had six different designs on it.

"Is this a papal decree?"

Just as the master was about to say something, he saw Tang Hao turned around and strode out the door.

Inside the cave, the light was dim and hazy. A few weak rays of sunlight struggled to penetrate the cracks in the cave entrance and fell on the ground, forming several narrow strips of light and shadows.

Moss grew wildly on the cave walls, emitting a strange glow in the dimness. A damp smell permeated every inch of the air, mixed with a faint smell of blood, which made people feel depressed.

Huo Yuhao squatted beside Qin Ming with a frown on his face. His eyes never left Qin Ming's pale face.

He carefully checked Qin Ming's injuries again. Although he had fed him healing medicine as Xiao Yan instructed, Qin Ming's eyes were still closed and there was no sign of waking up.

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao's hands trembled slightly. He picked up the water bag beside him and gently pried open Qin Ming's lips, trying to feed him some more water. However, Qin Ming just swallowed a few mouthfuls unconsciously and fell silent again.

"Teacher, I have given him the healing medicine as you said, but why is there still no sign of him waking up? What is going on?" There was a hint of trembling and anxiety in Huo Yuhao's voice. He turned to look at Xiao Yan, his eyes full of expectation and helplessness.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan's expression became solemn. He slowly squatted down and stretched out his fingers to feel Qin Ming's pulse. His brows furrowed slightly. After a moment, he stood up, shook his head slightly, and sighed, "His heart meridian has suffered extremely serious injuries. The healing medicine we have now is just a drop in the bucket for him. Given his current condition, he probably won't wake up for the time being. Unless we can find more precious medicinal herbs and refine a higher-grade healing pill, it will be possible to wake him up as soon as possible."

Huo Yuhao's eyes dimmed instantly, and he subconsciously looked around. In this dark and damp cave, apart from the cold stone walls and the occasional sound of dripping water, there was no sign of any precious medicinal herbs.

Xiao Yan patted Huo Yuhao's shoulder and said soothingly, "Yuhao, don't worry. Although he won't wake up for the time being, with his physical condition and the injuries I helped him stabilize, he will definitely not die. However, based on his current condition, he will probably be in a coma for a month or two. During this time, we can only do our best to protect him and wait for a turnaround."

Hearing that he would have to care for the man before him for a month or two, Huo Yuhao felt a surge of hesitation. He bit his lower lip, his gaze unconsciously falling on Qin Ming again. It was then that he noticed a golden badge on Qin Ming's chest, gleaming faintly in the dim light. The words "Heaven Dou Imperial Academy" were clearly engraved on it.

Huo Yuhao's eyes lit up, as if he had found a ray of light in the darkness. He turned to look at Xiao Yan and said, "Teacher, since he is from the Tiandou Royal Academy, let's send him back to the academy and let the people there take care of him. With the resources and strength of the Tiandou Royal Academy, they will definitely be able to treat him better."

Xiao Yan was slightly stunned, then nodded thoughtfully, agreeing, "You make sense, Yuhao. Besides, we're in this Star Dou Great Forest. We have to take care of him and practice at the same time, so we really can't split our time. Sending him back to the academy is indeed a feasible solution."

After putting the Xuanzhong ruler into the black ring on his hand, Huo Yuhao turned around and squatted down, and very carefully carried the unconscious Qin Ming on his back.

Qin Ming's body was heavy, and he had no independent consciousness, which added a lot of burden to Huo Yuhao. But he gritted his teeth, stood up steadily, and adjusted his posture to let Qin Ming lean more comfortably to avoid shaking his injuries.

Taking a deep breath, Huo Yuhao stepped out of the cave.

Outside the cave, the dense fog of the Star Dou Great Forest permeated the trees, like a veil, yet concealing a murderous intent. Sunlight struggled to penetrate the mist and branches, casting dotted spots of light and creating irregular patches of light and shadow on the ground.

Huo Yuhao's spiritual eyes flickered faintly in the mist as he carefully observed the surrounding environment, not missing any corner where danger might exist.

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