Hearing Tang Hao's words.
Facing his idol, a man who even dared to beat the Supreme Pontiff to death, Yu Xiaogang immediately humbled himself and offered his respect, saying deferentially:
"Your Eminence, please speak. Yu Xiaogang will certainly tell you everything he knows!"
Tang Hao nodded slightly, his turbid eyes like stagnant water, dark and sunken, as he slowly asked, "Why did that kid Ye Qiu's cultivation suddenly increase so much?"
...
Yu Xiaogang was startled for a moment, but quickly reacted and recounted Ye Qiu's entire explanation.
"Is that so...?"
Tang Hao's eyes showed surprise. He turned sideways and looked down at Yu Xiaogang.
"As a Grandmaster, what do you think?"
"It's likely true."
Yu Xiaogang dared not delay and truthfully reported his and Tang San's judgment.
Tang Hao frowned and nodded. When he spoke again, his voice became colder.
"Another question."
Yu Xiaogang's body trembled.
He immediately felt a lot of pressure. Tang Hao's voice, full of reproach, sounded in his ears.
"Why is it that under your guidance, Little San's cultivation was surpassed by that kid by so much? When he had already broken through to Spirit Elder, Little San was still far behind."
Yu Xiaogang's expression became flustered. He understood that Tang Hao was doubting his ability as a Grandmaster. He quickly explained, "Your Eminence, Little San once mentioned this matter. It's all because Ye Qiu's Spirit is somewhat special..."
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Several days passed.
During this time, Ye Qiu was quite satisfied with his life. Every day, he would tease his Little Rabbit, and he had a beautiful wife to warm his bed and a lovely lady to use as a pillow.
He cultivated diligently every day, occasionally taking time to spar with Tang San, or rather, to bully him. With Ye Qiu's current combat strength, even if Tang San took out the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, it wouldn't be able to do anything to him. Ever since he knew Tang San had feelings for Xiao Wu, during every spar, Ye Qiu would intentionally or unintentionally target Tang San's waist.
Notting Academy.
It was currently class time.
However, Ye Qiu was alone, strolling in the garden of Notting Academy.
Because Xiao Wu stuck to him so tightly every day, Ye Qiu had to skip some boring theory classes to come out for a walk and relax. This time, it was actually because Xiao Wu was touching him during class, and the single Teacher couldn't stand it, so he kicked Ye Qiu out.
"Yoho!"
Ye Qiu ran, jumped, and let out strange cries to vent the speechlessness in his chest, kicking two stones on the ground.
A single, menopausal Teacher is really not someone you can mess with!
In an instant...
Ye Qiu's hair stood on end, and he immediately became alert.
"Ye Qiu!"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice entered Ye Qiu's ears, as if it had crossed distance and sounded directly beside his ear, clear and distinct.
"Who, who's calling me?! What an unpleasant voice!"
Ye Qiu shook his head and looked around but didn't find a single person, yet Tang Hao's surging spirit power was strangely bright in Ye Qiu's eyes!
"Ye Qiu..."
The voice sounded again, seemingly with a bit more authority.
"Damn it! Who's blind? If you're a person, don't act like a dog. If you're a dog, bark twice!"
Ye Qiu didn't show any change in expression, cursing angrily and somewhat flustered. The laziness in his eyes was only on the surface; deep within, a faint light flickered.
The voice sounded again, indicating the direction to Ye Qiu, clearly with a hint more impatience.
"I'm behind you!"
Behind?!
As if he had just discovered it, Ye Qiu quickly turned his head. A figure stood under the lush green tree, causing Ye Qiu's pupils to contract sharply.
A black, worn-out long robe, messy, unkempt beard and hair. The sunlight shone on Tang Hao's face, revealing only vicissitudes; there was little spirit in his pupils.
If not Tang Hao, who else could it be?
"Uncle Haozi?!"
Ye Qiu was stunned for a moment, his body stiffened, and he looked at Tang Hao with a strange expression. Without time to think too much, he reacted quickly. The astonishment on his face turned into curiosity, and he jogged over to Tang Hao. It was as if only by getting closer could he be sure, and his face was full of happiness.
"Uncle Haozi, it really is you! How did you end up here? Are you here to see Little San? Ever since you left, he's missed you terribly. He even took a godfather, ah... no, a Teacher, he took a Teacher to replace you."
Ye Qiu approached, chattering on and on, feeling uncomfortable all over and daring not to breathe. How could Hao Zi be so smelly?! The smell of alcohol mixed with sweat was atrociously sour.
What a pungent, overbearing man!
Ye Qiu's originally cheerful smile couldn't help but become much more forced after getting closer.
Tang Hao looked down at Ye Qiu, his turbid gaze carrying scrutiny, and noticed his 'precarious' smile.
"Uncle Haozi?"
Ye Qiu tilted his head, looking at him strangely, as if offering his neck to be slaughtered.
Tang Hao nodded slightly, then shook his head. His thick lips parted, and his hoarse voice pierced the eardrums. "I am indeed here to see him, but as I am now... I don't plan to see Little San yet."
"Huh? Why is that?" Ye Qiu looked at Tang Hao in confusion, then put on an anxious expression, as if trying to bring the father and son together, saying urgently, "Uncle Haozi, you're not angry that Little San recognized a random godfather, are you? Little San misses you so much... You don't know, he was so lonely and isolated in Saint Spirit Village... Thankfully, I was there to keep him company."
"Yes... thankfully, you were there to keep him company..."
Hearing this, Tang Hao nodded, then pinched the back of Ye Qiu's neck and lifted him up.
"Ah? Wait... Uncle Haozi, what are you doing? Don't provoke me! I'm a noble Spirit Master now, be careful or I'll deal with you..." Ye Qiu's feet were off the ground, and he struggled hard, but he didn't use any spirit power, shouting, "Don't look at me being held by you right now, I'm just letting you!"
Seeing Ye Qiu's comical and nonsensical appearance, Tang Hao's expression relaxed quite a bit. He said disdainfully, "It's nothing. I just wanted to ask you, kid, how Little San has been doing these past few years."
Ye Qiu looked at him with a face full of resentment. "I say, Uncle Haozi, even if that's the case, you don't have to lift me up! Can't we just talk properly?"
"It's not convenient here." Tang Hao chuckled lightly, then lifted Ye Qiu and flew out towards Notting Academy.
"Holy crap... Uncle Haozi, you can actually fly?" Ye Qiu looked at the buildings below, a look of shock flashing across his face. "Uncle Haozi, you're actually a Spirit Master?!"
"Noisy!"
Tang Hao let out a low shout, and lifting Ye Qiu, his speed suddenly increased, like a streak of light, streaking across the sky above Nuoding City.
"Holy crap! Flying Hao Zi, slow down!"
"It's too fast! My small body can't take it, I'll break! Ugh~"
Ye Qiu, who kept talking relentlessly, felt the strong wind blowing against him, constantly rushing into his mouth.
He couldn't stop himself from whimpering.
However, he already understood Tang Hao's true purpose in his heart.
Wanting to know how Tang San was doing? He clearly just wanted the Immortal Herb.