572. Skewered Fishballs, Aloof Tang San

"Xiao Wu, you're a genius!"

Tang San couldn’t help but praise her. Why didn’t he think of that himself?

A soul master’s martial spirit is typically unique, making it hard to hide one’s identity.

But he was different!

He had two spirits, and those who knew about his second spirit could be counted on one hand.

By changing his appearance—

Not only could he escape the Heaven Dou Empire’s wanted list, but he could also shed the label of "useless Blue Silver Grass"...

And most importantly, stay by Xiao Wu’s side.

It was a win on all fronts!

"Haha, as long as you understand. You think everyone’s as dumb as you?"

Xiao Wu laughed sassily with her hands on her hips.

She took the chance to joke—while sneakily slipping in the truth she had been holding back.

Tang San smiled helplessly.

He didn’t think he was dumb. He just never had the chance to show off before.

“Uh-oh, Tang San—we’ve gotta run!”

Xiao Wu cried out and quickly sprinted ahead after shouting a warning.

Two officers were already chasing behind them.

Both were Soul Elder level masters!

“Criminals! Stop right there! You’ve assassinated a prince of the empire—there’s no escape for you!”

Swoosh—

Tang San didn’t reply, just focused on chasing after Xiao Wu.

“Impudent!”

“Third Soul Skill: Position Locking!”

Buzz!

The leaner of the two Soul Elder shouted in anger, martial spirit already in hand—

A long, wooden toothpick.

Four soul rings encircled him—two yellow, two purple. The purple rings glowed in succession.

The toothpick in his hand quickly morphed into the shape of a javelin.

With a sharp throw, it hurled straight at Tang San’s back!

Fourth Soul Skill: Skewered Fishballs!

As Tang San sprinted, he suddenly felt a strange heat between his legs...
And caught a whiff of—fishballs?

A deadly sense of danger flared behind him!

His face slightly changed. He was about to summon his hammer spirit—

But remembered Xiao Wu’s suggestion, and reluctantly gave up.

Going for plan B—

He kept running, then twisted his head to glance at the incoming javelin.

Blue Silver Grass twined around his arm.

Three white soul rings appeared plainly around him, on full display for anyone watching.

“That guy?!”

The Toothpick Soul Elder chasing behind froze for a second.

Honestly, he’d lived for 40–50 years and seen all kinds of people...

But never one this strange.

Stranger than even his own soul skills.

“Blue Silver Grass Third Soul Skill: Spider Web Restraint!”

Tang San shouted the skill name as if afraid people wouldn’t know what spirit he had, then launched the spider web backward.

It was only empowered by a ten-year ring—

The web’s diameter was less than half a meter and its strength was… laughable.

Tang San never expected Blue Silver Grass to win the fight.

As he released the web, he stepped into Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, turned around, and his hand turned jade-like—preparing to block the javelin head-on.

But what stunned him—

Was that when the web touched the javelin, the large, sharp spear suddenly wilted.

Yes—wilted.

Under the gaze of his Purple Demon Eye,
The javelin turned back into a normal toothpick, glinting faintly with metallic light.

And it dropped rapidly—straight down.

A cold glint flashed ahead—

Tang San quickly raised his jade hand to grab the toothpick.

But the toothpick… curved midair!

It bent—aiming straight for his crotch.

Tang San's eyes widened in terror.

Watching the scene unfold, even the Fire-Stick Soul Elder next to the Toothpick Soul Elder twitched at the corners of his mouth.

His gaze filled with fear.

Though his cultivation was higher than the Toothpick Master’s, he remained a subordinate.

All because the toothpick’s soul skills were too vicious—
And almost impossible to defend against.

“Sister, don’t look—it’s dirty.”

Qian Renjue raised his hand and gently covered Qian Renxue’s eyes, his voice soft.

He had already seen through the trick behind the soul skill.

A true talent.

“Mm.”

Qian Renxue nodded slightly.

Her long lashes fluttered, brushing against his palm—bringing a ticklish sensation.



Her rosy lips parted slightly.

“Jue, Tang Hao is here.”

Qian Renxue softly reminded him, but Qian Renjue remained indifferent and unsurprised.

Even though it was late at night—

The murder of a prince would surely put the entire Heaven Dou City on lockdown.

Tang Hao discovering this was no surprise at all.

Qian Renjue said calmly:

“Let him come. They’ve arrived at just the right time.”

As he spoke,
He glanced at the sky—the four-eyed cat owl was about to reach the battlefield.
The cleanup team was already in position.

“Ahhh—!”

A cold flash vanished before his eyes as Tang San let out a horrifying scream.

His face turned ashen, lips pale.
He collapsed to the ground, legs clamped together.

“Tang San!”

Xiao Wu turned around, her eyes full of confusion.

“Hahaha! His ‘pee-pee fishball’ got skewered—now the whole street smells delicious!”

“It’s not over yet!”

The Toothpick Soul Master cackled.

As Tang San struggled to get up, he suddenly formed hand signs with both hands.

His first soul ring lit up beneath him.

“First Soul Skill: Skewered Fishball Technique!”

Right after he spoke—

The toothpick that had pierced Tang San suddenly cracked open, sprouting barbs.

Like tree roots, they grew in all directions from within—

Piercing the victim from the inside out, leaving him riddled with holes.

“Ahhh—!”

Tang San had just managed to rise when he instantly dropped again, clutching his pants and falling to his knees.

His eyes were bloodshot as he let out the mournful scream of a man who had lost his future.

Grinding his teeth, trembling all over, his muscles spasmed uncontrollably, making movement impossible.

But what terrified him most—

Was the feeling that the barbs were still spreading!

Could it be that the “lion heads” he had cultivated for years were about to be destroyed?!

No!
Xiao Wu had just begun to open her heart to him—he couldn’t let it end like this!

Tang San screamed in his heart, drooling uncontrollably.

But no matter how much he tried to control his body—

There was no way to endure this pain, worse than childbirth.

Just as Tang San was about to experience the joys of becoming a "mother"—

A stream of light flashed across the battlefield.

“Get lost!”

Tang Hao’s fierce, feminine voice rang out as his aura swept across the area.

“Aargh—!”

The Toothpick Soul Master at the front exploded in the chest on the spot.

The Fire-Stick Soul Master was terrified.

“Y-You… who are you?!”

Dressed in black robes, Tang Hao said nothing.
He looked at the cold-sweating, liver-colored-faced Tang San.

Seeing where he was clutching and the pain on his face,
Tang Hao quickly understood the situation, frowned, and made a decision.

He clenched his fist in the air.

“Ah—!”

Tang San’s eyes nearly popped out. His voice was so hoarse it was barely audible.

Tang Hao, with a single squeeze from afar, shattered the embedded toothpick—

Along with the fishball.

Tang San collapsed face-first to the ground, convulsing.

Yellow and red fluids oozed out, staining the ground with a horrifying palette.

“Tang San! Hey, don’t touch him!”

Xiao Wu rushed toward Tang Hao.

Tang Hao shot her a glare and glanced at the approaching Flender from the sky.

Scooping up the bloodied Tang San, he quickly took off.

“Stop right there, criminal!”

From behind, Dugu Bo’s powerful and wrathful voice echoed in his ears.

But Tang Hao ignored it—

And vanished into the distance.

“Tang San!”

Xiao Wu looked up, reaching for him in vain.

Tang San, looking back at her tearfully, was overwhelmed with both emotion—and humiliation.

That fishball… made him feel moved and grateful.

But letting the woman he loved witness that moment—

Filled him with nothing but shame.

“Xiao Wu…”

Flender landed quickly, and Dugu Bo arrived with Dugu Yan in tow.

“Little bunny!”