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

Chapter 29 The Dinner at Notting Restaurant, Tang San's Dire Situation

Nottingham Restaurant.

This is the most luxuriously decorated restaurant in Nottingham.

Normally, only the city lord and high-ranking members of the Martial Soul Branch Hall can afford to consume it.

At this moment, in the most spacious "Top Class No. 1" box on the top floor, the atmosphere was lively yet tinged with a comical restraint.

A huge round table made of rosewood was laden with a dazzling array of dishes.

A rich broth made from century-old golden turtle, charcoal-grilled red-tailed chicken, and steamed jade bone fish.

Each dish exudes a rich spiritual energy and an enticing aroma.

Wang Sheng and a dozen other work-study students from Dormitory 7 squeezed into the lower half of the round table.

Holding exquisite silver cutlery, their eyes were fixed on the delicacies on the table, their Adam's apples bobbing wildly, yet none of them dared to touch their chopsticks first.

This kind of spectacle, which they had only seen in their dreams, made them even more careful with their breathing.

Su Chen sat in the main seat.

He took off the heavy outer robe that represented his status as the Holy Son, and wore only a fitted black inner garment.

The cuffs were rolled up slightly, revealing the well-proportioned forearms.

"What are you looking at?"

Su Chen picked up the white porcelain teacup in front of him, brushed off the floating leaves, and took a small sip.

"The food won't taste good if it gets cold. Let's eat."

This statement was like a military order that had been released from its seal.

"Thanks, boss!"

Wang Sheng gave the lead and shouted, and the work-study students immediately reached out their chopsticks like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

For a moment, the only sounds in the private room were the clatter of bowls and chopsticks and the frantic chewing.

Xiao Wu, who was sitting next to Su Chen, was the only exception.

She wasn't as reserved as Wang Sheng and the others for even a second.

A ceramic bowl, bigger than her face, was placed in front of her.

It was filled with tender, mushy carrot and pork rib stewed until they fell off the bone.

Xiao Wu held a piece of pork rib in both hands, eating it with her mouth full of oil.

Its big pink eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, and the rabbit ears on its head swayed back and forth as it chewed.

"These ribs are so delicious!"

Xiao Wu mumbled incoherently, spitting a bone onto the table before eagerly reaching for the next one.

"Slower."

Su Chen put down his teacup.

He took out a snow-white silk handkerchief and naturally handed it to Xiao Wu.

"Your face is all smeared with cat food. Wipe it clean."

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment.

She looked at the handkerchief handed to her, then at Su Chen's calm and gentle profile.

She didn't take the handkerchief; instead, she naturally moved her face closer.

"My hands are dirty, can you wipe them for me?"

Xiao Wu raised her chin confidently, her eyes sparkling.

For a 100,000-year-old soft-boned rabbit who grew up in the Star Dou Great Forest, the human rules of separating men and women were completely foreign to her.

All she knew was that whoever gave her good food and protected her was her close friend.

Su Chen looked at the pretty face with oil stains that had come closer.

He did not refuse.

He held the handkerchief between his fingers and gently wiped Xiao Wu's lips and cheeks twice.

The movements were neither too light nor too heavy.

It just wiped away the oil stains.

Xiao Wu caught a whiff of the faint, calming fragrance emanating from Su Chen.

Her cheeks suddenly felt hot for no reason.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Su Chen, are you really the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?"

Xiao Wu sat back down in her chair, biting into a carrot, her big eyes darting around.

"I heard from them that the people from the Spirit Hall are very fierce."

Su Chen casually placed the soiled handkerchief aside.

Whether something is considered unlucky or not depends on who it affects.

Su Chen tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"To deal with a hypocritical swindler like Yu Xiaogang, you naturally have to use a knife."

"When dealing with your own people, you should put away your knives."

"Our own people—" Xiao Wu chewed on these three words.

The rabbit's ears stood up happily.

She patted her oily hands, leaned closer to Su Chen, and lowered her voice.

"Is that old man named Yu Xiaogang really as bad as you say?"

"He's worse than I described."

Su Chen turned his head and looked directly into Xiao Wu's eyes.

"He not only stole other people's things to decorate his own shop, but the worst thing he did was use his apprentices as guinea pigs."

Su Chen's tone became somewhat serious, as he was deliberately giving Xiao Wu a heads-up.

"Xiao Wu, remember this."

"The most dangerous people in this world are not those who wear their badness on their sleeves."

"But rather, it's those who, under the guise of benevolence and morality and thinking it's for your own good, are actually exploiting your remaining value."

"For example, Tang San, who used hidden weapons to injure people."

Su Chen sneered.

"When you can't win a fight, you resort to sneak attacks with anesthetic-laced arrows; when caught red-handed, you use the excuse of respecting your teachers to cover it up."

"This kind of person is even more hypocritical than Yu Xiaogang."

Xiao Wu nodded repeatedly as she listened.

A 100,000-year-old soul beast has an inherently keen sense of danger.

Today at the academy gate, she personally heard Yu Xiaogang's fallacy that he used a plant-type martial soul to forcibly absorb an animal-type soul ring.

I witnessed Tang San being exposed by Su Chen and then secretly harming him.

In her mind, this master and disciple pair were now firmly labeled as "extremely dangerous liars."

"Don't worry, from now on, I'll stay far away from them whenever I see them!"

Xiao Wu waved her little fist.

"If they dare mess with me, I'll send them flying with my Eight-Stage Throw!"

Su Chen smiled.

He picked up his teacup.

Xiao Wu has already become wary.

Tang San's method of trying to win Xiao Wu's favor by feigning pitifulness and giving her hidden weapons is no longer viable.

At the same time.

Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, Infirmary.

The pungent smell of medicine permeated the small ward.

Tang San lay on the cold, hard wooden bed and suddenly opened his eyes.

The excruciating pain in my fingers instantly surged into my brain like a tidal wave.

"hiss----"

He gasped, instinctively wanting to clench his fists.

But his hands were wrapped in thick white bandages like two round balls, and he couldn't move them at all.

Xuan Yu's hand was broken, and his finger bones were fractured.

This sense of shame drove him more mad than the physical pain.

Tang San gritted his teeth and forcibly mobilized the last trace of Xuan Tian Gong internal energy remaining in his dantian.

As soon as the internal energy began to circulate, a stabbing pain shot through the meridians.

During the day, Su Chen's kick not only broke his ribs, but also shattered the foundation of his internal strength that he had painstakingly cultivated over the years.

"Creak—"

The door to the ward was pushed open.

A healing soul master from the academy, wearing a white coat, walked in.

He was holding an iron tray with several rolls of new bandages and a bottle of cheap black liniment on it.

"woke up?"

The healing soul master's tone was very cold, even revealing a hint of undisguised disgust.

"Apply this medicine as soon as you wake up. The dean has said that your injury was caused by your own trouble-making, and the academy will only provide the minimum standard of treatment."

Tang San frowned.

In Holy Soul Village, even the old village chief Jack treated him with great respect.

He had never been treated so coldly before.

"Teacher, may I ask—where is the master?"

Tang San suppressed his anger and asked the question that concerned him most.

The person who discovered the secret of his twin martial souls is now his only hope.

"master?"

The healing soul master sneered and slammed the iron plate heavily onto the bedside table.

"Notting Academy has no more masters."

"That swindler has been put on a kill list by the Spirit Hall. If he dares to stay in Notting City for even a second longer, the city guards will break his legs and throw him out."

The healing soul master looked down at Tang San.

"Kid, I'm warning you. You'd better cut ties with him right now."

"You offended the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. The Dean has already done more than enough by not expelling you."

"If you dare mention that liar's name again, you can pack your things and get out of Dormitory 7."

After saying that, the healing soul master didn't even change his bandages before turning around and leaving.

With a loud bang, the wooden door was slammed shut.

The ward fell silent once again.

Tang San stared blankly at the yellowed ceiling.

The chest heaved violently.

He was abandoned.

No, their path forward was completely cut off by the Spirit Hall.

Yu Xiaogang's expulsion meant he lost his best mentor in obtaining his first spirit ring.

What's even more desperate is that in Notting City, where the Spirit Hall holds absolute power, without the Grandmaster's guarantee, he, an ordinary work-study student, simply cannot obtain the permit to enter the Soul Hunter Forest.

Without the warrant, you cannot obtain a soul ring.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill can only ever remain at the first level.

He will become a complete useless person.

"Spirit Hall — Su Chen —"

Tang San squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.

His eyes were bloodshot, and a strange purple hue appeared deep in his pupils.

The third rule of the Xuan Tian Bao Lu: Once you determine that your opponent is an enemy, as long as they have a way of dying, do not show mercy, otherwise you will only add trouble to yourself.

Su Chen publicly crippled his ten fingers, humiliated him with hidden weapons, and cut off his path forward.

This is more than just a path to death.

This is a blood feud that will never end.

Tang San struggled to turn over, avoiding his broken ribs.

He propped himself up on the bed with his elbows and slowly sat up.

We must rely on ourselves.

The hidden weapon was destroyed, and his finger was broken.

But he has another trump card up his sleeve.

Tang San lowered his head.

He closed his eyes, feeling the heavy force in his left palm.

Haotian Hammer.

Although he didn't know how to cultivate a martial spirit.

But his experience as a blacksmith in the Tang Clan from his previous life remains.

As long as the finger recovers.

He could then go and work at the blacksmith's shop in Nottingham.

Make money, reforge the Silent Sleeve Arrow, and even forge the more lethal Zhuge Crossbow.

Once he has enough firepower, he will sneak into the Soul Hunter Forest to obtain a Soul Ring, even if it means crossing the border illegally.

"The humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future."

Tang San stared at the deep night outside the window and made the most vicious vow in his heart.

But it's a few blocks away from the medical clinic.

The dinner at Nottingham Restaurant has ended.

Wang Sheng, along with a group of work-study students who were all full of food, returned to Dormitory 7 after expressing their gratitude.

On the streets of the night market.

The lights were on, and the crowds were dense.

Su Chen did not take a carriage; he walked unhurriedly along the bluestone path with his hands in his pockets.

Xiao Wu skipped and hopped along beside him.

She was holding a carrot she had just bought, which she used to make a sugar painting.

Every now and then, she would stick out her pink tongue and lick it.

"Nottingham has so many delicious foods to eat at night!"

Xiao Wu sighed contentedly, her big eyes fixed on the various stalls along the roadside.

"The Starry Sky—the village where I used to live, was pitch black at night, with nothing at all."

She almost let slip about the Starry Sky Forest, so she quickly stuck out her tongue and changed her mind.

Su Chen pretended not to notice her slip of the tongue.

He stopped in front of a stall selling hair accessories.

My gaze swept over the crudely made handicrafts on the stall.

Finally, he picked up a wooden hairpin carved into the shape of a carrot.

The wood material is average, but its small and exquisite design makes it stand out.

"Boss, how much is this?"

Su Chen asked casually.

"Young master has a good eye. This is top-quality fragrant wood, only two copper soul coins." The stall owner said with a big smile.

Su Chen tossed down a silver soul coin without asking for change.

He turned around and handed the carrot hairpin to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu stopped in her tracks.

She looked at the wooden hairpin, then at Su Chen.

"For me?"

"You seem to like carrots quite a bit; they keep longer than sugar paintings."

Su Chen's tone was very casual.

There was no deliberate attempt to please; it was just like a small trinket I bought on a whim.

Xiao Wu took the hairpin.

The wood surface is polished very smooth and has a faint woody scent.

She grew up in the forest and was used to the survival of the fittest, but she had never received a gift with such pure "goodwill".

She touched the rabbit ears on her head.

Suddenly, I felt a warm current that I had never felt before welling up in my heart.

"Thanks."

Xiao Wu's voice became much softer, and her cheeks appeared exceptionally rosy under the streetlights.

"However, this elder sister cannot be bought off with a hairpin."

She proudly raised her chin.

"If you ever dare to bully me again, I'll still beat you up."

Su Chen chuckled softly.

"Sure. I'll be waiting anytime."

The two walked side by side in the night.

The distance between us has been reduced considerably without us even realizing it.

Su Chen looked at the end of the street ahead.

The next key point is to completely destroy the environment in which Tang San can develop in Notting City.

Tomorrow is the official start of classes at Notting College.

Tang San wants to work at a blacksmith's shop? He wants to sneak into the Soul Hunting Forest?

With him, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, around.

In Nottingham City, no shop dared to hire Tang San.

There is no path that can lead Tang San out of this city.