After hundreds of lashes, Tang San was covered in wounds and lay on the ground, barely alive.
Feeling the hidden gaze that had been secretly observing, on the verge of erupting, Yun Chuan finally controlled the armored giant to stop, slowly dispersing the long whip in his hand.
He knew that if he continued to whip, Tang Hao, who was hidden in the shadows, would truly jump out to deal with him.
Actually, despite Tang San being covered in wounds, the whip lashes weren't heavy; they were just superficial injuries. There were no bone or muscle injuries, which was why Tang Hao could temporarily endure it. If his life had truly been endangered or he had been severely injured, that old drunkard would have long since jumped out.
However, although Tang San's injuries weren't severe now, only superficial, the key was that it hurt!
Anyone who had been whipped hundreds of times would feel pain all over. Tang San could only lie on the ground, unable to even speak.
As for Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, who had witnessed the entire process, they were now as quiet as cicadas in winter. They looked at the armored giant with fear and awe, afraid that he might, in the heat of the moment, give them a lash as well.
But fortunately, Yun Chuan had clearly had enough fun.
The three-meter-tall armored giant slowly disintegrated, splitting back into Blue Silver Grass, which then transformed into energy and slowly disappeared. The figure in white clothes and black hair reappeared before everyone. He looked at Dai Mubai and the others and asked, "Do you know why I whipped him?"
"Uh, because Tang San provoked you?" Dai Mubai thought for a moment and asked cautiously.
"Not entirely, but a small part of it."
Yun Chuan shook his head, then his expression turned serious, and he spoke righteously: "As a teacher, I'm not that petty. The reason I beat him up like this is just to teach him a lesson—never casually provoke a strong person at any time!"
"Just now, because that little girl got a bit injured, Tang San insisted on fighting me. He knew he couldn't win, but he still insisted. That's not courage; that's foolishness! If it were someone else, he would have been beaten to death long ago!" Saying this, Yun Chuan turned to look at Tang San, who was lying on the ground unable to get up, and said, "That's why I want him to remember today's lesson! This is also the first lesson I'm teaching you all as your teacher! The strong are respected. When your own strength is insufficient, you must never provoke the strong!"
Meanwhile, Tang Hao, who was watching his son being beaten and rolling on the ground from the shadows, was already seething with rage. Now, hearing Yun Chuan's words in the arena, he coldly thought to himself, "The strong are respected, huh? Does that mean if you're strong enough, you can do whatever you want? Fine, you dared to beat my son like this; just you wait tonight!"
Yun Chuan's actions were very measured. Although the whip lashes exploded the air, after hundreds of lashes, Tang San only suffered some superficial injuries. His bones and muscles were not harmed. The reason he was lying on the ground unable to get up was simply because he was in too much pain.
This minor injury, if he recuperated by himself, would probably heal in about a month. However, Tang San was here to enroll in school, and it would be too outrageous to beat someone to the point where they could only lie in bed right after enrollment. Therefore, Yun Chuan could only reluctantly choose to heal him. After all, there would be plenty of opportunities to whip him in the future.
A hazy blue light glowed from his hand, and a Blue Silver Grass appeared.
Yun Chuan waved his hand, and a small leaf detached from the Blue Silver Grass, floating down and slowly landing on Tang San, who was lying on the ground.
A vibrant green light emerged.
A fresh, natural aura wafted over, and the people around couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling their lungs clear. It was as if even their bones felt lighter by a few points.
This single leaf contained the purest life force of plants. If there was enough of it, bringing the dead back to life or regrowing flesh and bones might be an exaggeration. But as long as one wasn't dead, no matter how severe the injury, they could be restored to their original state.
Soon, the bloodstains on Tang San's body were completely healed. However, his clothes were beyond help; they had numerous tears and were stained with blood, making him look like he was wearing beggar's rags.
After his injuries recovered, Tang San sprang to his feet. His gaze towards Yun Chuan still held lingering fear, but he had heard what Yun Chuan said earlier. In his heart, he actually felt a bit ashamed, realizing he had been impulsive.
"Teacher Tang, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now." Tang San, quick to correct his mistakes, apologized sincerely to Yun Chuan.
"Mm."
Yun Chuan responded indifferently, putting on a teacher's demeanor. He said, "Tang San, remember this lesson! Otherwise, one day you will cause irreparable consequences due to impulsiveness. By then, others won't be as easy to talk to as I am."
After saying this, Yun Chuan turned and left.
"You, kid named Dai, you're responsible for getting these four new students settled. School starts tomorrow. And you, Tang San, pick up all the weapons scattered on the ground yourself, lest you accidentally injure someone." After saying this, his figure had already disappeared around the corner.
On the spot, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing looked at his retreating back with sparkling eyes. The fear they had initially felt due to his ruthless whipping of Tang San had now vanished. Instead, they felt that this teacher was actually quite nice... truly a good teacher.
"Mmm..."
At this moment, Xiao Wu, who was held in Ning Rongrong's arms, let out a groan and then slowly opened her eyes.
"Xiao Wu, you're awake!" Tang San quickly came over, showering her with concern.
"...Brother? How did you end up like this?" Xiao Wu, who had just woken up, looked at Tang San, who was dressed in beggar's rags and covered in bloodstains, with some confusion. If it weren't for his good complexion, she would have thought he had suffered some severe injury.
"I..." Tang San was momentarily speechless, then gave a bitter smile and said, "I just overestimated myself and challenged Teacher Tang, and ended up getting taught a lesson."
"He actually beat you up like this?" Xiao Wu immediately became furious.
Ning Rongrong gently put her down. Once Xiao Wu was on her feet, she angrily declared, "What kind of teacher beats a student up before they even enroll! No, we must go settle the score with that teacher!"
"Forget it, Xiao Wu, I brought this upon myself." Tang San said with a bitter smile, quickly stopping her. If he could have won, he would have fought back long ago. But now, they were far from being a match for that Teacher Tang. If they went to provoke him again, his actions would definitely not be as light as this time.
"Besides, Teacher Tang is a Spirit Saint; we are not his match." He tried to dissuade her.
"Then are you just going to let him beat you up like this?!" Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips, looking like a spoiled brat, and angrily said, "You're my brother; how can you be beaten for no reason!"
"Forget it, Xiao Wu." Tang San quickly pulled her, and to prevent her from doing anything foolish, he had to say, "Right now, we are not his match. When our strength surpasses his in the future, it won't be too late to get our revenge."
Under Tang San's repeated persuasion, Xiao Wu finally angrily gave up the idea of seeking revenge.
"I'll take you to the dorms now," Dai Mubai suddenly said.
"Please wait a moment. I'll first collect the Hidden Weapons around here. Otherwise, they might accidentally injure someone within the academy." Tang San said. The others naturally had no objections; after all, waiting a little while was no big deal.
So, under everyone's gaze, Tang San went to the empty space where the battle had taken place, squatted down, and with Purple Demon Eye flickering in his eyes, he began to collect his Hidden Weapons.
These Hidden Weapons were not easy to forge, and he was reluctant to discard them easily. Some of them, in particular, had taken him a lot of effort and time to create.
Using the keenness of his Purple Demon Eye and the agility of his Mysterious Jade Hand, Tang San swiftly moved his hands, quickly finding each of the Hidden Weapons that had pierced the ground and returning them to their proper places.
During his years in Nuoding City, Tang San had already fully armed himself, and the battle against Teacher Tang was his first full-power display of his Hidden Weapons skills.
At this moment, as he picked up his Hidden Weapons, Tang San reflected on the gains and losses from the recent battle. The armored giant's defense was simply too astonishing. Fortunately, his speed wasn't fast, and he hadn't used his full strength; otherwise, Tang San wouldn't have had any chance at all. How should he deal with such a thick-skinned opponent?
If he faced such an enemy again in the future, what method could he use to win?
All sorts of thoughts flashed through Tang San's mind. He understood that his mastery of Hidden Weapons was not yet pure enough, and these were not improvements that could be made in a day or two. The top-ranked Hidden Weapons in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record's Hidden Weapons Compendium almost all required powerful internal energy as a backing. If he wanted to deal with a strong person of Teacher Tang's level with his current strength, there was only one way: to create powerful mechanical Hidden Weapons!
For example, the three most terrifying mechanical Hidden Weapons of the Tang Sect: Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, Torrential Pear Blossom Needle, and Peacock Plume.
However, these three Hidden Weapons were simply too difficult to create. Each one had extremely demanding material requirements. Under current conditions, it was simply impossible to produce them.
Moreover, although Tang San had created all three of these Hidden Weapons before and had considerable experience, making any one of them again would require at least a year's time. This was assuming he found the materials smoothly.
He sighed in frustration, shaking his head helplessly as he collected his Hidden Weapons. Given his current situation, creating these three Hidden Weapons was also unrealistic. It seemed he could only work hard on his cultivation and strive to gradually improve the power of his Hidden Weapons. At the same time, he also needed to arm himself better. He would look for an opportunity to first prepare some poisons. However, Datura Snake venom was too singular.
Not far away, Dai Mubai and the others watched Tang San picking things up from the ground, shaking his head and sighing. They were all a bit puzzled, wondering if he was perhaps feeling sentimental, recalling the difficulty of the recent battle and the powerlessness of being easily crushed.