Chapter 197: Little San Injured by a Hidden Weapon!

"Father Emperor, the Hanhai Universe Cover is, after all, a national treasure; could it be too valuable?"

Qian Renxue carefully took the Hanhai Universe Cover into her hand, and at that instant her heart seemed to be lightly struck by something.

She gazed at the national treasure, her eyelids involuntarily flickered, and countless thoughts swirled in her mind. This old Snow Night emperor truly is a stubborn turtle eating a weight, utterly determined.

The Hanhai Universe Cover has an extremely unusual shape; though only palm-sized, it resembles a sapphire carved by a deity. Its deep blue light continuously flickers, as if containing endless power. On its triangular surface, faint water ripples undulate, a lively aura brushes the face, circles upon circles of blue light shimmer gently, causing the entire Great Hall to be bathed in a faint blue glow, dreamlike and illusory.

Having served as Crown Prince for so many years, Qian Renxue naturally knows the value of the Hanhai Universe Cover. In her view, this national treasure cannot match the value of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone to a Soul Master, but it is certainly worth more than an ordinary Ten Thousand Year soul bone.

This is mainly because it cannot be absorbed into the body by a Soul Master like a soul bone to enhance physical qualities.

However, the Hanhai Universe Cover actually possesses four soul skills!

Moreover, each soul skill is extremely practical.

The first skill is invisibility, the second is control, the third is area attack, and the fourth is single-target attack.

It can be said that its uses are very broad; not only can it protect oneself, it can also boost combat power.

Furthermore, the skill effects of this Hanhai Universe Cover continuously strengthen as the user's strength grows. If it were not for its inability to merge into the body to enhance physical qualities, its value would certainly surpass that of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

"Hmph, no matter how fine a gift you give, it's just a wedding dress for me!" Qian Renxue sneered inwardly.

The Snow Night Emperor assigned her the task of recruiting Yu Tianyun, which is essentially making a wedding dress for her! She felt a secret joy, yet also harbored some contempt for the old emperor's intentions.

"Qinghe, broaden your horizons!" The Snow Night Emperor, feeling sore, unintentionally raised his tone when speaking to Qian Renxue. "This Hanhai Universe Cover hasn't shown much effect in our royal hands; if we can use it to enlist the aid of the Lan Dian Ba Wang Sect, then everything will be worthwhile."

Qian Renxue silently calculated in her mind: "That old fellow is playing a wishful abacus, trying to exchange this treasure for the Lan Dian Ba Wang Sect's support, but that also gives me an opportunity."

"This Hanhai Universe Cover was never mine, so why should I be reluctant to part with it."

"Using the Tiandou Empire's treasure to recruit talent for the Spirit Hall is a profit‑making deal; that old fellow could never realize he's making a wedding dress for my Spirit Hall."

"Your servant understands!" Qian Renxue replied respectfully, but a barely perceptible cunning flickered in her eyes.

"Alright, return now! This marriage alliance must succeed!" The Snow Night Emperor's voice sounded slightly weak; he could feel his body deteriorating, so he was eager to strengthen the empire's power within his lifetime, so that when his great son ascends the throne, it will be easier and the Tiandou Empire can prosper forever.

"Yes, Father Emperor."

Qian Renxue clasped her hands in a bow, then slowly withdrew from the Great Hall; out of the Snow Night Emperor's sight, the corner of her mouth could no longer be restrained and lifted slightly.

……

That night!

Tiandou Royal Academy.

"Sss!" After being unconscious for an entire day, Tang San finally awoke slowly. Yet the moment he opened his eyes, a tearing pain struck his lower back.

"Little San, you're awake?" Yu Xiao Gang had been lying at the bedside, carefully guarding Tang San. Though he was drowsy, hearing Tang San stir instantly revived his spirit.

"Teacher, have you always been here?" Tang San paused briefly, and when the pain lessened, he weakly spoke.

At that moment, looking at Yu Xiao Gang's somewhat haggard face, his heart was full of emotion.

Although he sometimes scolded Yu Xiao Gang for only having Soul Elder cultivation, Yu Xiao Gang cared for him as if he were his own son.

In contrast, his father, a Title Douluo, had never shown him any care. Since he was only two, his father not only neglected him but forced him to wash clothes and cook to take care of his father.

Yu Xiao Gang and Tang Hao, in Tang San's eyes, were polar opposites; though Tang Hao's cultivation was high, he had never helped him. The more Tang San thought, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help shouting in his heart, "I was only two years old then! Yet I had to take care of others!"

At the same time, seeing Yu Xiao Gang's caring expression, his eyes grew watery, and he felt an urge to cry.

"Teacher,..." Tang San slowly sat up, just about to speak.

"Ah..." At that moment, a bloating pain surged from his lower abdomen, and his complexion instantly twisted.

"Little San, what's wrong?" Yu Xiao Gang, seeing Tang San's sudden pallor, hurriedly asked with concern.

Tang San's face turned rigidly stiff; he did not answer Yu Xiao Gang. At that moment, he felt a sudden wetness between his legs, and in that instant he seemed to think the whole sky was collapsing.

"I... I... actually wet the bed? Damn, that cursed Zhu Zhuqing..."

Tang San stood frozen, motionless, yet in his mind he kept cursing Zhu Zhuqing.

Obviously, this embarrassing wetting was caused by Zhu Zhuqing.

He clearly remembered that during the daytime battle, Zhu Zhuqing's final kick struck his lower back, right at the kidney.

Otherwise, he could never have experienced urinary incontinence; after all, he was a fourteen‑year‑old boy, and wetting the bed was a humiliating disgrace for him.

Tang San's mood had already been unsettled by the day's failure, and this new incident caused his mindset to completely collapse, so he completely ignored Yu Xiao Gang's question.

Regardless of his complex inner feelings toward Yu Xiao Gang, outwardly he always displayed great respect for his teacher.

However, this incident made him feel indescribably ashamed, unable to accept, with no place to hide, at a loss; he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground, let alone uphold respect for his teacher. "Little San, what on earth is wrong? Answer your master quickly!" Yu Xiao Gang frowned tightly; seeing Tang San ignore him, his worry grew stronger.

"Old... teacher..." Tang San's speech became stammered; he lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the space between his legs, daring not to meet Yu Xiao Gang's eyes.

In the end, he still could not bring himself to tell Yu Xiao Gang, "Teacher, I wet the bed."

Seeing Tang San's rare awkward posture, Yu Xiao Gang instantly grew more anxious, "You child, why are you so..."

At that moment, Yu Xiao Gang's urging words abruptly stopped; a strange odor drifted into his nostrils, and he instinctively flared his nose.

Immediately, his brows knit together as if twisted, because the smell seemed to mix blood and urine.

Yu Xiao Gang instantly realized the seriousness; he understood Tang San's wound had not fully healed, otherwise there would be no bleeding.

Yu Xiao Gang unhesitatingly lifted Tang San's blanket; instantly, the pungent urine smell mixed with blood rushed into his nostrils, stinging his eyes. Yet Yu Xiao Gang paid no heed, only grew more worried.

A large puddle of wet blood had soaked Tang San's trousers, even the soft mattress was stained with a big wet patch.

"Little San, why didn't you tell the teacher your wound wasn't healed?" Yu Xiao Gang glared at Tang San with some anger; he didn't care whether Tang San was embarrassed.

After all, in his eyes, Tang San is still a child; what's there to be shy about?

"Teacher... I... I..." Tang San stammered, truly not knowing how to explain.

"Enough, your master knows a bit of medicine, let me examine you first." Yu Xiao Gang, after saying the sentence quickly, extended his hand, preparing to remove Tang San's trousers.

After all, checking the wound is more important now; after Tang San recovers, he can criticize him later.

"Teacher, no!"

Tang San instantly panicked, hurriedly shouted to stop, his face turning bright red like a Sichuan opera mask change, his eyes full of pleading.

"Little San, obey." Yu Xiao Gang barked sternly, sighing in his heart, "Little San's temperament is still too poor; even if that place is a bit small, what does it matter? As long as it works, it's fine. A man's success is never judged by that size, but by his own strength, knowledge, and character."

Yu Xiao Gang instinctively thought Tang San had become shy due to inferiority.

He then mercilessly pushed aside Tang San's blocking hands and straightly reached his palm to Tang's crotch, preparing to pull down his pants for inspection.

"Don't, teacher, please don't!" Tang San, anxious like an ant on a hot pan, incoherently begged Yu Xiao Gang, but Yu Xiao Gang had made up his mind and remained unmoved.

Tang San wanted to move to stop him but was powerless; his body was extremely weak, his limbs sore and limp, how could he stop Yu Xiao Gang, who had Soul Elder cultivation? "Huh? How is it so hard?" Yu Xiao Gang exclaimed in surprise, feeling a short yet hard object that felt like steel.

But he could be certain it was not "Little Three"; otherwise, it would not feel this icy cold.

Driven by curiosity, Yu Xiao Gang instinctively squeezed it a little harder.

"Click!" a barely audible mechanical collision sound softly sounded.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

In an instant, two miserable cries burst from Tang San and Yu Xiao Gang's mouths.

But it was obvious that Tang San's cry was more shrill and tragic, like a pig being slaughtered, seeming to pierce one's eardrums.

"What's happening?"

"Xiao Gang?"

"Xiao San?"

"..."

At that moment, Fland, Dai Mubai and the others of Shilake Xueyuan were awakened by the sudden commotion and all rushed madly toward Tang San's residence.

"Don't come over!"

Fland's shouting reached Tang San's ears; he endured the excruciating pain shooting straight to his heavenly crown with extreme tenacity, hoarsely bellowing.

That voice sounded like weeping and lamentation, as if containing endless pain and despair.

However, upon hearing Tang San's world‑shattering howl, Fland and the others grew more worried, their steps not stopping but quickening.

At this moment, Yu Xiao Gang also wore a look of shock and regret, having never anticipated such a situation.

He gazed at Tang San's face, twisted with pain, and his hands involuntarily trembled violently.

"Slap!" Yu Xiao Gang raised his unharmed left hand and struck his own cheek hard.

"Xiao San, you… you!" Yu Xiao Gang stared at Tang San, his lips trembling with rage, not knowing what to say.

He never imagined Tang San would hide a weapon there as well.

Tang San had no spare attention for Yu Xiao Gang, because the piercing pain was unbearable, leaving him no mental capacity to deal with Yu Xiao Gang.

At this moment, he only felt his vision blurring; the pain in his lower body began to cloud his consciousness.

He could not even tell where the wound was; it felt as if his entire lower half were being repeatedly pierced by countless steel needles.

His legs spasmed uncontrollably, and bead‑sized cold sweat drenched his whole body in moments, as if he had just endured a torrential downpour.

Yet he forced himself to stay conscious, his mind holding only one clear thought: he must stop Fland and the others from entering.

"Dean Fland, please don't come in." Tang San's voice was no longer as loud as before, but still audible enough for a Soul Master.

Tang San knew clearly that he absolutely could not let others see him like this; to him it was a shame more unbearable than death.

Fland, hearing this, sensed something was off and immediately used his gaze to stop Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji and others from rushing inside.

At this time, they all gathered outside Tang San's door: Fland, Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai, Oscar and Ma Hongjun.

As for the other Shilake Xueyuan teachers and the original Royal Battle Team members, their dwellings were farther away, so they heard nothing of the commotion here.

Meanwhile, Xiao Wu remained unconscious; though the mental backlash she suffered earlier was not a serious injury, she still needed a full day's rest to awaken.

It was now late night; the time had clearly not yet come, otherwise Xiao Wu would certainly have been the first to rush in. Rather, she would surely guard Tang's bedside like Yu Xiao Gang.

"Fland, don't listen to Xiao San, hurry in!"

(End of chapter)