The True Young Master Saves the Soul Pet World by Eating Melons – CH189

Chapter 189: The Azure Wood Flood Dragon’s Backstab

Quite a few people gasped when they saw that scene. No one had expected Si Xu—who looked gentle and refined—to be so ruthless.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart. Burning off someone’s fingernails hurt far more than pricking a finger with a needle.

The flesh beneath the nails was so tender and fragile. No one could even imagine how excruciating it must feel to be scorched there.

The way the crowd looked at Si Xu instantly changed, filled with awe.

He was the true living King of Hell.

And the most frightening part was that he had that difficult green-haired turtle doting on him. In the future, if they ever encountered him, they would have to be careful not to provoke him—lest they get stepped on in the face by that turtle and have their hair and clothes burned off by that little green bird.

Burning off fingernails was clearly not treatment reserved for ordinary people.

Even Si Er felt his own hands ache just watching.

I’ve realized that sometimes Second Brother can be quite vicious too… though Yu Feiqing deserves it.

Exactly, exactly!

Guagua lowered its head and looked at its own claws, fully agreeing. It could not even imagine what it would feel like if its claws were treated that way.

In the future, when spreading gossip, it would be better to stay hidden inside the soul pet space. If it accidentally let something slip and someone like Si Xu heard it, who knew what would happen?

Some people appeared gentle and considerate, but they were truly not to be messed with.

What Guagua did not know was that even if it did not say things aloud, its gossip could still be heard. Fortunately, everyone was restrained by the Heavenly Dao and could not settle scores with it—otherwise it would have been roasted long ago.

On stage, the torment continued.

The green-haired turtle stepped on Yu Feiqing while asking, “Xuxu, he’s yelling worse and worse. Should I block his mouth too? Let him breathe only through his nose.”

Si Xu nodded. “That works.”

Si Xu did not enjoy verbal disputes—least of all with Yu Feiqing.

And Yu Feiqing’s hoarse screaming was truly unpleasant.

Although it was his soul pets tormenting Yu Feiqing, the noise was tormenting his ears in return.

Soon, Si Xu felt even his spirit was being tormented.

This newly contracted green-haired turtle of his could be unbearably mushy at times. The things it said tested Si Xu’s patience.

“Qingfeng only cares about fighting, and Qingye only cares about burning. Xuxu, I’m the only one who cares about your ears.”

Si Xu lightly tapped the turtle’s shell—

But the shell was covered with thick, long moss. He could not even reach it.

He had no choice but to tap the turtle’s head instead. “Speak normally.”

The turtle replied earnestly, “I am speaking normally. I truly care about Xuxu’s ears.”

Its gaze happened to sweep across Si Er below the stage, and inspiration struck.

“I believe Er-Er also cares about Xuxu’s ears just like I do.”

Si Xu pondered for a moment and found no fault with that logic. Er-Er would definitely care about him!

With that thought, the statement suddenly sounded perfectly normal.

Down below, Si Er blinked and an odd thought crossed his mind.

So I’m also part of your little play?

It sounds strange applied to a person and a turtle… but it kind of makes sense.

Yu Beixuan covered his mouth, laughing softly. Though he did not fully understand, he grasped the general meaning. Er-Er’s thinking was truly lively and amusing.

He leaned close and whispered, “Seeing Yu Feiqing reduced to this state, are you satisfied?”

He needed a reference to gauge Si Xu’s level of cruelty so he could decide later how to deal with Di Lintian.

Si Er nodded. “It’s alright. Though I still think doing it myself would feel more satisfying.”

“But what Qingshui said makes sense. Someone as gentle and elegant as my Second Brother should sit calmly on high.”

“As for beating people, just leave it to Qingshui. Next time, I can even help out.”

Si Er had not liked hitting people much before. But ever since his strength increased to the point where one punch could send someone flying, he had grown somewhat addicted to the sensation.

Especially when hitting someone he disliked—the satisfaction doubled.

Yu Beixuan nodded thoughtfully. “So you prefer fights where every punch lands solidly?”

Si Er shook his head. “Not entirely. Seeing Yu Feiqing disheveled and bald is pretty entertaining too.”

“But I think Qingye lacked creativity. Yu Feiqing’s face and head shape are actually decent. Shaving everything off doesn’t make him that ugly.”

“A buzz cut or full bald isn’t the ultimate test of handsomeness. A Mediterranean haircut is!”

“Mediterranean?” Yu Beixuan frowned. “What does that mean?”

“It means the middle of the scalp is bald, with a ring of hair left around the sides.”

“Of course, it doesn’t need to be too thick. It can be uneven.”

Yu Beixuan fell silent.

With that hairstyle, even a good-looking person would turn ridiculous.

As expected, Er-Er was full of creative ideas.

Yu Beixuan decided that if given the chance later, he would give Di Lintian exactly that hairstyle.

On the stage, Si Xu was no longer interested in dragging things out.

Yu Feiqing’s clothes were torn, his hair was gone, his face swollen, and his fingernails burned away. Si Xu felt it was enough.

But Yu Feiqing did not seem seriously injured yet, so Si Xu decided to stomp him a couple more times before ending the match.

He instructed the turtle to shift slightly, found the right angle, and leapt down from its back—landing directly on Yu Feiqing’s stomach.

“Ahhh—!”

Yu Feiqing screamed, eyes rolling back, nearly fainting on the spot.

In that instant, he felt as though he had seen his great-grandmother.

Si Xu looked slender and refined—how could he be so heavy?

Si Xu himself was surprised. “I shouldn’t be that heavy, right?”

“You’re not,” the turtle chuckled. “But your strength is definitely greater now.”

“True. I’ve eaten quite a bit of watermelon.”

Curious about his current strength, Si Xu jumped down from Yu Feiqing’s stomach and kicked him hard in the shoulder.

Yu Feiqing rolled twice on the ground—straight into the thorn bushes.

“Ahhh—!”

Pierced all over and bleeding, he howled in agony.

Down below, Si Er could not help commenting internally.

Yu Feiqing sounds like a squeaky chicken now, just ‘ah ah ah’ nonstop.

Guagua found that perfectly reasonable.

He’s full of bleeding holes. Screaming like that is normal, isn’t it?

True… but it’s kind of poetic justice. Those thorns were meant for my Second Brother, and now they’re stabbing him instead. Hehe!

Just thinking about it amused Si Er.

If it were a stranger, he might feel a bit sympathetic. But seeing Yu Feiqing like this only filled him with satisfaction.

Perhaps Yu Feiqing’s condition was too miserable. The Azure Wood Flood Dragon, which had been relentlessly attacking the turtle, finally stopped.

It called out to the turtle, attempting negotiation.

“Take it easy. Don’t kill him, or I’ll get implicated.”

The turtle nodded. “Don’t worry. He won’t die. Why not just drag him off the stage? That way he won’t suffer any more.”

“Good idea. I’ll do it.”

The dragon flew over, wrapped its tail around Yu Feiqing, and carried him off the platform, setting him down on the ground below.

The referee waved the flag. “Victory: Si Xu of Black Tortoise Academy!”

Hearing that, Yu Feiqing’s eyes rolled back completely and he fainted.

He had endured on stage for so long, only to be backstabbed by his own soul pet.

Being carried off the stage by his own contracted beast—how was that any different from surrendering?

His dignity, inside and out, was completely shattered.

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