Douluo V: Taking advantage of Xiao Wu's youthful innocence, I tricked her into becoming my wife

Tang San's mouth twitched.

One thousand gold soul coins?

Even hitting a bamboo pole wouldn't be this brutal!

But he was in a hurry to solve the problem in the field and didn't have time to lower the price.

He pulled out the banknotes he'd collected from killing and looting corpses in the killing city, slapped them into the madam's hand, and said, "One thousand. I'll take the person with me."

The madam took the money, her expression immediately changing. "Oh my! You're so generous! Take this man with you, I've always thought he was bad luck!"

After saying that, he spat at Yu Xiaogang, "Get the hell out of here, you unlucky thing!"

Yu Xiaogang felt as if he had been granted a pardon and staggered away with Tang San.

But as soon as he turned the corner, his legs went weak and he fell straight forward.

Tang San reacted quickly and caught him, but found that Yu Xiaogang was light as a feather and his bones were hard to the touch.

"Teacher? Teacher!" Tang San patted his cheek.

Yu Xiaogang lifted his eyelids slightly, "Hungry..."

Tang San then realized that Yu Xiaogang's health was extremely poor.

For a madam like that, even giving her a sip of dung is considered a favor.

He quickly looked around and found that all the hotels were closed, so he had to search his pockets.

After half a day, all they found was the "Fried Jade Boy" that they hadn't eaten!

This......

I should be alright, right?

Tang San felt a little guilty.

But considering that everyone has to die, why bother with the details!

The unique aroma of fried noodles wafted in the night breeze.

Yu Xiaogang shuddered from the smell, and when he looked closely, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning!

"Heh heh!" he uttered a sound that didn't sound like a human.

"What...what is this?!"

"Who...who turned me into a fried cake!"

Tang San rubbed his hands awkwardly. "Teacher, this is street food from Tiandou City."

"Don't worry about that, just eat."

"I'd rather die than eat it!"

Yu Xiaogang turned his face away, his expression full of humiliation.

"Even if I, Yu Xiaogang, am down on my luck, I would never resort to eating myself!"

"Even if I starve to death, I'd rather jump off this cliff than eat a single bite!"

But before he could finish speaking, his stomach started growling.

Hunger was so intense that it was nagging at his stomach; I felt like I could tear his internal organs out!

Seeing this, Tang San was terrified that he had died!

If you die, who will tell me what this field is?

He shoved the fried food directly into Yu Xiaogang's mouth, saying, "Teacher, don't argue, your life is the most important thing!"

"This stuff is delicious, you won't believe me!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened.

You actually ate that?

Traitor!

"No, I don't want to eat it!"

"I'd rather starve to death!"

"Gulp, just kill me!"

But even though Tang San tried his best to stuff it in, he still accidentally bit it.

Click!

The flaky pastry crumbles between your teeth, and the aroma of oil and flour explodes in your mouth!

This...

This darn oily aroma!

Yu Xiaogang's eyes changed instantly, and he wolfed down the food.

In less than ten breaths, the entire "Jade Warrior" disappeared without a trace.

Really fragrant!

Tears welled up in his eyes.

To think that I, Yu Xiaogang, a dignified master, would have to rely on blowing myself up to prolong my life!

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Heaven is unjust!

I am exceptionally talented, yet I have never had the opportunity to shine and have suffered this calamity!

That damned Ye Hua!!!

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang had recovered his health, Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief and took him to a hotel to stay.

Then, she recounted her entire ordeal from beginning to end.

"Teacher, I really can't stand it anymore," Tang San said, his eyes reddening. "Do you think there's any way to peel this thing off? Or to suppress it with medicine?"

Yu Xiaogang remained silent for a long time, then leaned against the headboard, his expression gradually regaining its "master" demeanor.

He cleared his throat. "Little San, listen to what the teacher has to say."

Tang San sat upright and solemnly.

"This field, although it torments you every time you use your soul skills."

"But if you look at it from another angle, isn't this a test given by heaven?"

Tang San was stunned. "A refining chain?"

“Not bad,” Yu Xiaogang’s eyes showed approval. “Pain and itching are the most direct physical feedback.”

"When ordinary Soul Masters are injured in battle, they often lose their composure due to the intense pain, causing the battle to collapse."

"But what about you? You live with torment every day, and over time, your pain tolerance has become far beyond that of ordinary people!"

"Once you've fully adapted to the pain, your fighting spirit will be as firm as a rock!"

Tang San was dumbfounded.

Yu Xiaogang remained calm and said, "Ye Hua thought he could harm you, but in reality, he was helping you forge an invincible Dao heart!"

"You shouldn't rush to get rid of this gift; instead, you should cherish it!"

Tang San listened intently, and in a daze, he actually felt that what Yu Xiaogang said... made some sense!

The resilience honed in the killing capital, coupled with this self-torture, did indeed make him somewhat numb to pain.

Could it be that Ye Hua's birthday gift actually helped him by accident?

Seeing that Tang San still didn't believe him, Yu Xiaogang threw out his killing blow, "Didn't your father, Haotian Douluo, also transform through suffering?"

"If your mother hadn't died, where would he have gotten the motivation to cultivate to level 95!"

Tang San's eyes reddened as he watched Yu Xiaogang bring up his deceased father.

"Teacher, I understand!" He nodded emphatically. "I can't let Ye Hua's cunning schemes succeed."

"The more he tries to make me suffer, the more I will use that pain to become stronger!"

Yu Xiaogang was pleased, "This is my prized student."

Tang San's heart burned with excitement, and he pulled out the gold notes from his pocket.

Exactly ten thousand gold soul coins!

"Teacher, please take these first."

"Ye Hua has caused you suffering, and we students will not stand idly by!"

"Once I break through this bottleneck, I'll definitely come back for you!"

Yu Xiaogang looked down at the gold notes, deeply moved, "Mistress...you..."

Ten thousand gold soul coins!

That's enough for him to buy a house and hire servants.

No more having to live a life of subservience!

His lips curled into a wild grin. "Good! Good!"

"Good student! Your teacher's love for you has not been in vain!"

The master and disciple held hands and looked at each other, their eyes shining.

As night deepened, Tang San got up and adjusted his bamboo hat.

"Teacher, please rest first. I'm going to study diligently now."

"Once your soul power is fully developed, I will come to take you to enjoy your blessings!"

Yu Xiaogang clutched the gold note and nodded repeatedly, "Go ahead! Your teacher will be waiting for your triumphant return!"

Tang San pushed open the door, and a night breeze rushed in.

He took a deep breath, his gaze resolute.

Ye Hua, Ye Hua, do you think you've betrayed me?

No, you are helping me become a god!

When I become a god, the first thing I'll do is kill you!

Meanwhile, in the hotel, Yu Xiaogang stared at the gold notes, also going mad.

"Ten thousand gold soul coins...hehe..."

"My spring, Yu Xiaogang's spring, has finally arrived!"

Chapter 251 Mandarin Ducks - Twain's "One Million Soul Coins"

The next morning, Yu Xiaogang woke up and reached for the gold note.

The soft touch warmed his heart!

Yesterday's humiliation has been completely washed away by the confidence gained from money!

He got out of bed, walked to the hotel mirror, and examined it carefully.

"No way." Yu Xiaogang smoothed his bald head. "I, Yu Xiaogang, am now heavily indebted. How can I continue to wear these tattered clothes and embarrass myself?"

"I need to find a restaurant and have a good meal first, then I'll buy myself some decent clothes!"

He carefully hid the gold notes on his body, pushed open the door, and headed straight for the restaurant!

Little did he know that in a nearby teahouse, by the window, Ye Hua was holding a freshly brewed cup of flower tea, watching him with great interest.

He received a report from his subordinate yesterday and rushed over specifically to watch the show!

Hu Liena sat opposite him, her chin resting on one hand, her brows furrowed with confusion.

“I don’t understand,” she stared at the flower tea, “you came all this way just to see an old man?”

Ye Hua slowly blew on the floating tea leaves, "That's no ordinary bald old man, he's a top-notch hypocrite!"