Melee archer with maxed-out Douluo luck

Chapter 63 Idea King Guangling, Unlucky Tang San

Han Li skillfully prepared the medicine, checked it again to make sure there were no mistakes, and then handed the medicine to Guang Ling.

They pulled out another notebook and wrote down in detail how to take it, precautions, and so on, emphasizing a thoughtful service.

Guangling accepted everything without even asking her apprentice. She tried to explain several times, but Han Li deliberately interrupted her and steered the conversation in another direction.

Amidst this tug-of-war between master and disciple, Dugu Bo, who had been sent out to find vegetables and fruits, returned. Guang Ling gave up on explaining, thinking, "Never mind, we'll talk about it later."

The three of them casually boiled some vegetables, ate some of their own dry rations and fresh fruit, and that was their breakfast.

After the two titled individuals circled around again and confirmed that nothing would threaten Han Li's safety, they embarked on their journey back to Tiandou City.

As Guangling watched Han Li wave goodbye and see them off, she couldn't help but mutter to herself: How strange, how could this kid resist asking?

Dugu Bo, who was traveling with him, couldn't help but turn his head to look at him, asking curiously, "What's wrong with you? Are you reluctant to part with your disciple? It's only been a day, it can't be that serious, can it?"

Guang Ling glanced at Dugu Bo, who was younger than him but looked much older, and said in a sinister tone, "If you can't speak, you don't have to. Guess if I secretly killed you on the way back and told Xiao Li that you were planning to run away, do you think he would act like nothing happened?"

"you……"

Dugu Bo glared at him angrily, too lazy to pay attention to Guang Ling's ever-changing expression, and headed straight towards Tian Dou City.

"cut."

Guangling stared at the old man's back in front of her, then suddenly paused, a thought suddenly rising in her mind.

Nine years old and seven years old are only two years apart. If Dugu Bo can do it, why can't I, Guangling? Princess Xiaoxue is only nine years older than her disciple. Once she receives her title, it will be just a fraction of her age.

Besides, in the world of Soul Masters, especially among high-level Soul Masters, it is common for young husbands and old wives to be together, and for old husbands and young wives to be together. Xiaoxue is the only heir of the Qian family line, so she always needs to continue her bloodline, right?

At least we can give it a try. It's better to benefit our own apprentice than to let others benefit. We shouldn't let the benefits go to outsiders.

Besides, his disciple is no less capable than Xiaoxue. According to Han Li's speculation, his martial soul is very likely to be upgraded to a god-level martial soul in the future. At that time, wouldn't this be a proper match?

Once the thought arose, Guangling was completely bewitched, finding it increasingly plausible the more she thought about it.

He was only jolted out of his reverie when Dugu Bo's shout came from ahead, and he sped up to catch up.

As she chased after him, Guangling thought of Dugu Bo's explanation and couldn't help but touch his storage belt. Should she just say that Xiao Li gave it to her? Anyway, given my relationship with Xiaoxue, I don't need this to maintain our feelings.

Okay, that's settled then. But we can't be too direct. Xiao Li wouldn't know about her from Xiao Xue's side. Let's use the excuse of a friend's junior. It's always good to make a good impression.

At this moment, Han Li was unaware that Guang Ling's thoughts had gone awry; he was still diligently dealing with his own hidden dangers at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Meanwhile, at Notting Academy, a thousand miles away, Tang San, who had gotten up early, had finished cultivating the Purple Demon Eye and had a vague feeling that he was having some bad luck.

Who would have thought that at this crucial moment of collecting purple energy, a flock of birds would fly overhead, and they weren't even in the bathroom, forcing him to take a shower again early in the morning.

"Oh right, I have an urgent order today, and I need to go to the blacksmith shop to handle it now." Tang San shook his head, putting the ominous premonition out of his mind, and quickly left the academy, heading towards the blacksmith shop.

On the way, he couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards his teacher and the Spirit Hall.

Damn it, it's been over a year, and I never expected that after that incident, the Spirit Hall would actually stop giving subsidies to the master and his apprentice.

Even though the people who clashed with Yu Xiaogang at the time had been transferred, their benefits were not restored.

He had to rely on the income from the blacksmith shop to support the two of them, which meant that even when Xiaowu asked him for money, he couldn't come up with any spare cash, which was really embarrassing.

Yu Xiaogang later tried to cause trouble, but it all came to nothing. In short, the two of them, master and apprentice, were blacklisted.

With the blacksmith shop right in front of him, Tang San suppressed his complaints; he really deserved to die.

A teacher for a day is a father for life. How can you complain about your teacher just because of a little inconvenience? It's all the fault of the Spirit Hall for not being able to recognize talent, which has allowed a theoretical master like your teacher to be obscured.

I must work hard to clear the teacher's name, and I must also reflect on my mindset just now. I will try to make one more tool this morning, and I will treat the teacher to chicken legs at noon to apologize.

Tang San took a deep breath, walked into the blacksmith's shop, nodded and greeted his colleagues, then went to his workbench and skillfully swung the hammer in his hand.

Don't worry, teacher, I'll make you an apology by giving you extra food at lunchtime.

Thinking this, Tang San felt his body full of energy. With a forceful swing of the hammer, the workbench collapsed instantly, and the red-hot iron block, struck by his hammer, smashed into his left toe at an extremely fast speed.

"ah."

A heart-wrenching voice rang out, and the blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop rushed over. They saw Tang San clutching his left foot, the toe of his shoe was burned through, and his big toe was swollen and had burn marks on it.

The group of blacksmiths quickly carried him out and examined his injuries.

"It's alright, it's alright. It's just a minor burn and being hit. A simple treatment will do the trick." The blacksmith wasn't too concerned. This kind of thing had happened before, so it wasn't unusual.

"Tang San, you're a Soul Master, you should recover faster. Go back and rest first." The blacksmith paused for a moment, then continued, "You'll still get paid during your recovery period. However, as you know, this batch of goods needs to be delivered within three days. Given your condition, there's no way you can make it in time. What I promised you, I'll have to share the profits with someone else. You don't mind, do you?"

Having already received basic treatment for his injuries, Tang San felt the excruciating pain in his toes and couldn't help but want to stand up to show that he could still work. However, as soon as he stood up, he couldn't help but grimace.

"Okay, boss, I'll head back now and come back when I'm healed."

Tang San reluctantly abandoned his plan to work while injured.

"Hehe. It's nothing. Go back and heal your injuries. Come back when you're better. You're a Soul Master, and you're already working here. You're quite skilled, so why are you worried about losing your job?"

The blacksmith patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Come on, one apprentice, take Tang San back to the academy. The rest of you, disperse. Xiao Wang, go tidy up the worktable. Everyone, let's work harder and try to finish this batch of goods ahead of schedule. I'll treat everyone to drinks when we're done."

"Let's go."

An apprentice came to Tang San's side and helped him walk outside.

Tang San didn't refuse. Even after leaving the blacksmith shop, he could still hear the clanging and banging coming from the blacksmith shop behind him, much more frequent than before, clearly motivated by the shopkeeper's promise.

"Forget it," Tang San sighed. He was out of luck with this quick money; he should go back and recover from his injuries.

Perfect timing! I can take a break and learn from the teacher for the next few days.

If he had known he would be met with "major misfortune" upon waking up, he would have preferred to give up on obtaining the auspicious energy today. He shouldn't have come to the blacksmith shop either. Today is truly an unlucky day.

(End of this chapter)