Chapter 341: Obsession Will Ultimately Drive One Mad
Early morning in Tianlang City.
The Third Prince, after waking up, was now wandering the streets of Tianlang City, looking completely lost and dejected.
Huo Ningxue had not ordered anything against him—no exile, no beheading, just completely ignored him.
As if he had been forgotten entirely.
In the span of just one night, he felt like he had suddenly returned to that world where he had nothing and had utterly failed.
His mind was starting to fade.
He didn’t even know where to go and could only aimlessly stroll through Tianlang City.
Despite this, many citizens recognized the failed rebel prince.
At first, only one or two people spotted him from a distance, whispering and pointing.
As the sky gradually brightened, more people filled the streets, and more eyes began to notice the wandering shell of a man.
Groups started to gather, murmuring and pointing at him.
“That’s the guy who created all this chaos for over a month.”
“Ha! Thinking of rebelling without a brain? The Empress defeated him once; she can definitely do it again.”
“What a pity, I thought this prince looked handsome… turns out he’s just a eunuch, not a man or a woman. What a letdown.”
“No one wants a useless thing like that, even if he was a male lead.”
No one bothered to whisper.
All the noise buzzed like irritating flies that filled the Third Prince’s ears.
His already blank gaze became even more clouded with each wave of ridicule.
Finally, when a couple of women were chuckling about his emasculation, the Third Prince suddenly lifted his head, took a few quick steps towards them, and yanked their arms roughly.
“Don’t, don’t spread rumors about this prince!”
The two women turned pale and screamed, trying to shake him off, but the prince only shouted with red eyes:
“This prince is not a eunuch! Not!”
Soon, the husbands and fathers of the two women rushed over and kicked the Third Prince to the ground, where he was met by a throng of onlookers drawn in by the commotion.
Everyone pointed and stared at him.
“If he doesn’t admit it… why was he so anxious to seal the communication devices all over the city?”
“Too obvious, just like hiding silver with no silver in sight!”
“Who cares if something’s missing? It’s better to live than die, what’s so embarrassing about that?”
“Ugh, but that’s still pretty embarrassing. If I were him, I’d rather die…”
Those words further enraged the bloodshot-eyed Third Prince.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he appeared almost deranged, mumbling: “No… no rumors about me… no rumors!”
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he scrambled to his feet and charged towards the crowd.
Then, in front of everyone, he yanked down his pants.
“Ha ha ha! Look!” he laughed maniacally, “See! I’m not a eunuch, I’m still here!”
“I’m not a eunuch! This prince is no eunuch!”
“Look! You all look!”
But the crowd had already scattered in screams and angry shouts. No matter how much he desperately undressed and showed off, no one cared about the truth.
They only knew this was a madman. Better to run far away to avoid any fallout.
“Look at me… you all look at this prince!” The Third Prince’s voice turned hoarse, sounding more like a silent whimper.
From that day on.
There was no more Third Prince in this world.
Only a mad beggar, laughing crazily on the streets of Tianlang City.
…
While hidden in the shadows at a street corner, Young Master Sang watched the entire scene unfold. As he saw the Third Prince laughing like a madman, he simply shook his head in silence.
…Looks like.
Those behind him have also abandoned him.
No point in sticking around any longer. Let him fend for himself.
“Let’s go,” Young Master Sang turned, dusting off his sleeves. “It’s time to go home.”
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At the gate of Tianlang City.
Students from Class Number One, led by Young Master Cao and Xiang Zimo, were gathered there to send off Young Master Sang.
“Brother Sang…” Young Master Cao was particularly reluctant, crying freely, “Brother Sang, I’ll miss you! Once you leave, where will I find a teacher as good as you?”
“Don’t worry,” Young Master Sang smiled, “Teacher Zhuang and the others are knowledgeable and skilled at teaching according to one’s abilities. They’ll suit you much better. Study hard, and they’ll help you become a pillar of the future.”
“Wuwu, but Teacher Zhuang and the others won’t run new event plots…”
Young Master Sang: “?”
If you think like that, you probably won’t learn anything from any teacher.
He watched as his students looked forlorn, realizing they weren’t sad about him but the human gacha machine that always pulled amazing cards, so he waved his hand in exasperation.
“Okay, okay. Stop crying already.”
“If it really comes down to it, just give me your account names another day. I can have some insiders adjust your drop rates, how about that?”
“Ha ha, just kidding, Brother Sang.”
Suddenly, Young Master Cao dashed over and hugged Young Master Sang’s neck passionately. “Even without ‘Original Immortal,’ you’re still our best teacher.”
“The months you’ve spent teaching in the Holy Kingdom have been the happiest times for us in Class Number One. We’ve never had a teacher willing to play games, chat, or go out for hotpot with us.”
“The path of life is long, and the road of cultivation is arduous. Only by acting from the heart can one tread safely at every step. You taught us all these principles.”
“Thank you, Brother Sang.” Young Master Cao suddenly gave a serious bow.
“Thank you, Teacher Sang.”
The rest of the Class Number One students followed suit, bowing in unison.
Young Master Sang was momentarily stunned, then laughed and waved his hand. “Why all the emotion? It’s as if I’m never coming back.”
“You all can come find me in the Demon Cultivators whenever you’re free, okay?”
“Let’s go.”
“Send off Teacher Sang!” the students’ harmonious voices echoed as Young Master Sang’s figure gradually faded into the hills.
Just before he completely disappeared, a young voice suddenly called out:
“Wait!”
It was the young prince Huo Ming, panting as he ran over.
“Little prince.”
Young Master Sang ruffled his little head and said, “Make sure to study the books I gave you well and help your sister ease some pressure as you grow up.”
Huo Ming, with red eyes, lowered his head and stammered after a moment, “I, I’ll miss Teacher Sang.”
“Ah, if you miss me, just come find me another day,” Young Master Sang chuckled.
Huo Ming suddenly glanced around and quietly slipped something into Young Master Sang’s hand.
“Teacher Sang.”
“Keep going forward; your sister is waiting for you ahead.” He whispered.
Young Master Sang was taken aback.
