Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong's expressions grew serious after Rongrong left the room.
"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, what do you think about these techniques?" Ning Fengzhi asked solemnly.
"If our clan obtains them, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will surely stand at the peak," Chen Xin said with confidence.
"Yes, I agree. The techniques and hidden weapon in these papers will give our auxiliary clan members the capital to fight against any attack-oriented clan," Gu Rong added firmly.
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi also nodded in agreement.
"Then let's wait until we meet him tomorrow." Ning Fengzhi's cunning mind was already working, calculating possible approaches.
Next Morning, Lamba Academy
"Who is it!"
The entire academy, still in peaceful slumber, suddenly woke to an angry roar.
"Which bastard is shouting so early in the morning!"
Irritated voices rose in response, curses filling the air.
But the one shouting was Tang San, and hearing the curses only made his fury burn hotter.
"Which bastard stole my things!"
The night before, exhausted from refining poison and making a container, he had fallen into deep sleep. But upon waking, he discovered that everything was gone, everything except his daily necessities and poison container.
Tang San's killing intent overflowed. The thought of the Xuan Tian Record falling into outsider hands drove him mad.
"No matter who it is, I will find them and kill them!"
He immediately began searching for clues. His heightened senses as a poison expert quickly picked up on the faint scent of another person lingering in his room. To his dismay, he recognized it instantly, it belonged to Rongrong.
They had teamed up together in the past, so he remembered her scent clearly.
"Why is her scent in my room?" Tang San muttered, a terrible premonition gnawing at his heart.
Anxiously, he ran straight to Rongrong's dormitory.
Bang! Bang!
After reaching her dormitory, he ignored his surroundings, he pounded furiously on the door.
But no response came.
"Rongrong!"
He continued hammering the door, shouting her name again and again.
The noise drew the attention of nearby students. Girls from adjacent rooms peeked out only to see a crazed young man slamming and screaming at the door.
Some quickly shut their doors to avoid trouble, some ran away in fear, and others dashed off to call the teachers.
Seeing no response, Tang San's anxiety reached its peak. Using brute strength, he smashed the door open and barged inside.
"Ahhhh! A pervert broke into the girls' dormitory!" the nearby girls screamed in terror before running to alert the faculty.
But Tang San didn't care about the commotion. He frantically searched the room for Rongrong.
Finding it empty only worsened his panic. He tore the place apart, rummaging through everything, throwing her belongings onto the floor. His eyes were bloodshot with rage.
"You bastard! What are you doing in the girls' dormitory!"
An angry voice thundered from the doorway, accompanied by heavy footsteps.
But Tang San ignored it, still flipping through Rongrong's belongings.
A middle-aged woman entered the room. Seeing the destruction and his blatant disregard for her presence, her fury erupted. Without hesitation, she stormed forward and smacked Tang San hard across the head.
Caught off guard, Tang San rolled forward and crashed into the wall, groaning in pain.
The woman didn't stop there. She rained down blows on him like he was a stray dog.
Tang San tried to fight back, but she was too close for him to use any hidden weapons, and in his panic, he had none on hand. He could only sit there and endure the beating.
"Why are you hitting me? Do you know who I am? My teacher is Master!" Tang San cried desperately, clinging to Yu Xiaogang's name.
"What nonsense are you spouting? What kind of idiot calls himself Master?" the woman sneered and continued striking him.
By now, the audience had grown large. Liu Erlong, the academy's vice dean, also arrived after hearing that a pervert had broken into the girls' dormitory. She intended to punish the offender herself but stopped when she saw the middle-aged woman pummeling Tang San. Observing quietly, she wore a confused expression.
"Who is she…" Liu Erlong muttered under her breath.
Finally, the middle-aged woman halted her assault and demanded coldly, "Brat, do you know your mistake?"
"I did nothing wrong! She stole my things, and I came to get them back!" Tang San refused to back down, knowing how important his stolen possessions were.
"You shameless brat! You barge into a girl's dormitory without shame, and still dare to blame others for your own actions?"
Though she stopped hitting him, she grabbed him by the neck and dragged him outside.
Whenever Tang San resisted, she slapped him across the face. The commotion swelled as more and more people gathered to watch.
Yu Xiaogang, hearing the noise, came out of his room. He saw the large crowd heading toward the academy entrance, accompanied by slapping sounds and jeers.
Curious, he followed.
"Master! Master, save me!"
Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang froze. The voice belonged to his beloved disciple.
His heart skipped. He pushed through the crowd frantically until he saw Tang San, beaten, humiliated, and dragged like a criminal by the furious woman.
Yu Xiaogang was stunned. For a moment, he stood frozen. Only when Tang San cried out again did he rush forward.
"Stop! Stop!" he shouted, stepping in front of the woman.
"And who are you?" she asked icily, slapping Tang San again to silence him.
"I am Master! Tang San is my disciple. Release him immediately, or else..." Yu Xiaogang declared arrogantly, trying to regain face.
But before he could finish, the woman mocked him coldly.
"So you are that nameless bastard, the teacher of this shameless pervert."
Her words were followed by a wave of laughter and curses from the crowd.
Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale, his body trembling.
"Trash, get out of my way!"
The woman didn't even give him a chance to argue. She slapped him with full force, sending him flying into a nearby trash can.
"Children, remember this well. Trash belongs in the trash can, so the surroundings stay clean," she lectured the crowd with a straight face.
"We understand, Teacher!" the crowd responded obediently.
"You… you…"
Yu Xiaogang's face turned purple with rage. Overwhelmed by humiliation, he passed out on the spot.