At this moment, Tang Ya's face was ashen.
Because Tang Ya knew that even though Tang Wulin might be the "chosen one" of the divine decree, the final decision ultimately rested with this unknown Titled Douluo.
"Fine," Tang Ya said heavily. She immediately retrieved an ancient token engraved with the character "Tang" from her storage-type soul-guiding tool and tossed it to Tang Wulin .
"The Tang Sect has nothing left. This courtyard was rented with my own efforts. Now, please leave."
Seeing Tang Ya comply without further resistance, Er Ming nodded in satisfaction. As for the courtyard? He didn't care about it at all.
With the dual support of the Hao Tian Sect and Shrek Academy, they had no need for such a dilapidated place. From now on, the Tang Sect would rise again like a rocket under Wulin 's leadership.
Tang Wulin looked at the devastated Tang Ya, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Er Ming forcefully pulled him away.
As for the so-called "ultimate techniques" of the Tang Sect that Tang Ya possessed?
There was no such thing as a completely impenetrable wall. Over ten thousand years, the secret techniques of the Tang Sect had long been thoroughly infiltrated by numerous sects across the Douluo Continent, leaving them riddled with holes.
The reason why the number of Titled Douluo on the continent had surged to over a hundred was partly due to the collapse of the Spirit Hall, but also because they had deciphered the secrets of the Tang Sect's techniques.
For this, Tang San even prided himself on his foresight—these worthless individuals were utterly unworthy of inheriting his legacy.
Bei Bei watched Tang Ya's current state, his heart aching immensely. He wanted to comfort her, but when he reached out, Tang Ya slapped his hand so hard it turned red.
"Get out," Tang Ya said coldly.
Though Bei Bei was indecisive and passive, he genuinely loved this girl named Tang Ya from the bottom of his heart.
And precisely because of this deep love, Bei Bei's heart twisted in unbearable pain.
"Xiaoya…" Bei Bei wanted to explain that this decision came from his grandfather—a decision he, as a junior, couldn't possibly resist.
But Tang Ya only found his attitude repulsive.
As lovers who once shared everything, Tang Ya knew Bei Bei must have understood her obsession—what she wanted to protect, what she held dear.
But now Tang Ya realized that her obsession was hers alone. The man she thought of as her lover wouldn't share even a fraction of her burden.
Having lost everything, Tang Ya's eyes turned bloodshot, and she could no longer control her emotions. With a piercing scream, she shouted:
"Get out! Break up! I'm breaking up with you right now! Get out! Don't let me see you ever again!"
In her emotional breakdown, Tang Ya even summoned her spirit rings, intending to use force to drive Beibei away.
Seeing this situation, Bei Bei couldn't afford to hesitate any longer. Private fighting was strictly forbidden in Shrek City, and Tang Ya was already heartbroken enough. Bei Bei didn't want her to suffer further consequences.
"Don't do this, Xiaoya. Don't do this. I'll leave right now, I'll leave. Calm down, calm down, okay?"
Bei Bei hastily retreated out of the courtyard, carefully poking his head back in afterward.
"Calm down, Xiaoya. I know how much this is hurting you, but we'll figure something out together."
*BANG!*
In response, Tang Ya hurled a stool directly at him, smashing it violently against the door.
Seeing Tang Ya's fiery temper, Bei Bei had no choice but to leave.
After everyone had gone, Tang Ya felt an overwhelming emptiness in her heart.
Today was supposed to be another day of relentless effort and revenge planning. Why had she lost everything in the blink of an eye?
"Dad… Mom… Waaahhh…"
The crushing weight of despair crashed down on her like a landslide. Tang Ya could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face like rain.
But crying alone couldn't wash away the unbearable anguish in her heart. Her trembling hands unconsciously pressed into the damp earth, gripping tightly until ten faint bloody marks appeared on her palms.
At this moment, Tang Ya's hair, which resembled Blue Silver Grass, gradually darkened in color. Though still blue, it now took on an almost black hue.
Still numbing herself with pain, Tang Ya felt as though some hidden barrier within her had been unlocked. She entered a state of strange clarity yet disorientation.
This state lasted for an indeterminate amount of time. When Tang Ya finally came to her senses, the sky had already grown dim.
"It's evening already…" Tang Ya murmured vacantly as she gazed at the sky.
*Tap~*
A faint footstep suddenly sounded in her ear. Despite her exhaustion, Tang Ya forced herself to stabilize her mind and enter a combat-ready state.
Though Tang Ya appeared carefree, the annihilation of her family at a young age had deeply ingrained in her the darkness of this world. This was her private residence—who in their right mind wouldn't use the door?
The visitor meant harm—
But when Tang Ya saw who it was, her body froze, and the spirit rings she had summoned dissipated.
"Se-Senior!? What brings you here?"
Tang Ya inwardly sighed, thinking it was some thief sneaking around, only to realize it was Elder Ye Wen.
Did a Titled Douluo need to steal? Anyone with half a brain would know that if he wanted something, he'd just take it by force.
Ye Wen didn't speak. Instead, he observed Tang Ya with great interest. Though she looked somewhat disheveled, there was an inexplicable allure about her.
And that faint trace of dark energy emanating from her…
Ye Wen's lips curved slightly into a smile. "I have something to discuss with you. Can we talk?"
Ye Wen had completely underestimated his own charm, especially with that mischievous smile. Tang Ya, being a young girl, darted her eyes everywhere but couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.
"Alright."
The two soon moved inside.
Ye Wen had been watching the drama unfold earlier and hadn't paid attention to the interior decoration.
In one word: poor. In two words: very poor. In three words: extremely poor.
The house was essentially a mud-brick structure with no decoration whatsoever.
However, after glancing at Tang Ya's nearby workbench, Ye Wen understood. This girl was ruthless—she had poured every resource she had into becoming stronger.
Before Ye Wen could think further, Tang Ya began bustling around, clearly intending to fetch something to serve him.
"No need to trouble yourself. I just want to talk."
Only then did Tang Ya awkwardly stop. Though she appeared disheveled, her upbringing as a fallen noblewoman had instilled proper etiquette deep within her bones.
Facing a Titled Douluo like Ye Wen, Tang Ya dared not sit down and instead stood somewhat awkwardly before him, as if she were the guest in her own home.
"Senior, may I ask what brings you here?" Tang Ya inquired.
Ye Wen didn't mince words and got straight to the point.
"Tang Ya, I witnessed everything that happened earlier. What are your plans for the future?"
Tang Ya, who had been somewhat uneasy, instantly paled. After all, Ye Wen was reopening her wounds right in front of her.
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