Tang Yuehua, who had been pleading with Xiao Yu with a face full of desperation, hoping he would say less, suddenly froze when she heard Tang San call her a bitch—even comparing her to a prostitute from a brothel. Knowing Tang San's true identity, she immediately rebuked him sharply.
How could he?! He was her nephew! How could he call his own aunt a brothel woman?! Such outrageous words—how could he even say them?!
Seeing Tang Yuehua actually call him a wretched beast, Tang San could no longer hold back and roared in fury.
"Hmph! You bitch, how dare you curse me?! Who do you think you are?! Why should I shut up because of a bitch like you?! You only attached yourself to Xiao Yu because of his background and power, didn't you?! Admit it! You're just a filthy whore!"
"Tang San, you—you—!"
Tang Yuehua's pupils dilated, her red lips parting slightly as shock painted her beautiful face. Each time Tang San called her a bitch, her heart twisted in unbearable pain.
Yet, against his cruel words, she found herself unable to refute him. It was true—she was under Xiao Yu's control because of his strength. But it wasn't by choice; she had been forced.
But how could she explain this to Tang San?
If she revealed the truth, not only would her fate be tragic, but her Fourth Uncle would die—and so would Tang Hao, as well as this nephew of hers who kept calling her a bitch.
For their safety, and for the survival of the Clear Sky Sect, she could not tear open this veil of lies.
Seeing Tang Yuehua rendered speechless, Tang San's face twisted into a smug grin.
And so, he continued his verbal assault.
With each word, Tang Yuehua's face grew paler.
As an elder of the Tang family, being insulted so viciously by her own junior—how could she possibly remain composed?
Watching the two of them, who should have shared a loving aunt-nephew relationship, now locked in bitter conflict, Xiao Yu did not intervene.
Instead, he idly stroked Tang Yuehua's slender waist while enjoying the spectacle of their feud.
After all, such a scene was highly entertaining.
Finally, seeing Tang Yuehua trembling in fury, her face flushed red to the point of nearly fainting, Xiao Yu snapped at the nearby guards.
"What are you useless fools doing?! How dare you stand by while this lowlife insults Lady Tang?!"
Almost immediately, two Soul Elder guards stepped forward, preparing to seize Tang San.
"And you—aren't you the Moon Pavilion's Head Butler? Where's your judgment?! If someone insults your master right at your doorstep, shouldn't you act?!"
The Head Butler, who had been standing beside Tang Yuehua, immediately joined in subduing Tang San.
In an instant, the already severely injured Tang San could barely hold his own against the two Soul Elders. And now, with the addition of the Head Butler—a Soul King—he was swiftly restrained by Olde's Ghost King Vine.
Though Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was poisonous and tough, it was still an unawakened form—not the Blue Silver Emperor.
Against The Head Butler's Ghost King Vine, it was far inferior.
Thus, Tang San was swiftly hoisted upside down and whipped mercilessly by the Butler.
The two Soul Elder guards also pulled out their whips and joined in the flogging.
Since both Pavilion Masters were present, and they had already been scolded for their earlier inaction, they had to redeem themselves now!
"AHHH!!"
"AAAHHH—!!!"
The Ghost King Vine's lashes struck Tang San's body again and again, eliciting agonized screams.
Already weakened from his injuries, he could not endure such torture.
Bloody gashes quickly formed on his skin, crimson liquid pouring out as if it cost nothing, dripping onto the ground before the Moon Pavilion.
Hearing Tang San's wretched cries, Tang Yuehua felt her heart shatter further.
She grieved for his suffering, but even more for the vile words he had spat at her—especially since they came from her own nephew, Tang San.
To her, this was nothing less than a brutal, soul-crushing blow.
Tang San was the son of Tang Hao , the man she loved most.
To be insulted and mocked like this by him—it was unbearable.
"There, there… don't cry. I'm here. I'll teach this unfilial nephew of yours a proper lesson. Leave it to me."
Xiao Yu gently wiped Tang Yuehua's tears as she trembled in his arms, his voice soothing.
Witnessing the usually domineering Xiao Yu being so tender, the onlookers couldn't help but feel envious.
The Pavilion Master truly dotes on Lady Tang!
"Alright, fifty more lashes should be enough. Don't kill him—he's just a child. A lesson is sufficient."
"Understood, Pavilion Master!"
Olde bowed respectfully before resuming the whipping—fifty strikes, no more, no less.
The three executors exchanged glances and silently agreed:
Fifty each. Not one less.
"AHH—!!"
"Xiao Yu, you bastard!!"
"AAAGHH—!!"
Tang San, barely able to focus, managed to curse Xiao Yu, who was still holding Tang Yuehua while smirking at him.
But soon, all he could do was scream under the relentless lashes.
The crowd in the street watched in fascination as Tang San hung in the air, being flogged.
After all, the Moon Pavilion was a place of elegance—when had such a spectacle ever happened before?
Only after the whipping ended did Xiao Yu order the unconscious Tang San to be dumped near a trash heap—sending him home—before bidding Tang Yuehua farewell and heading back to Blue Tyrant Academy.
Watching Xiao Yu leave, Tang Yuehua's eyes were heavy with sorrow.
After one last pained glance at Tang San by the garbage, she turned and re-entered the Moon Pavilion.
Suppressing her turbulent emotions, she gave the necessary orders before retreating to her room.
The moment she was alone, she collapsed onto her desk and wept silently.
Too much had happened today.
Far more than she could bear.
The humiliation she had suffered today outweighed all the grievances of her past life combined.