Chapter 35: Dai Mubai Reincarnates and Can Only Make Zhu Zhuqing Suffer
Compared to Qian Renchuan, Tang San's life seems even more miserable.
In a messy room, the smell of alcohol mixed with sweat lingered, making Tang San unable to stop trembling. The familiar scent stirred his longing for his father.
Because he forgot to bring Yun'er with him when he came, Tang Hao fell into deep self-blame. Looking at Tang San, who was only one year old and nearly starved to death on the ground, his heart ached.
He took out some stored goat milk—unsure if it had gone bad—and fed it to Tang San.
The sour goat milk, with its strange taste, invaded Tang San's palate, but he was lost in thought.
Over the past year, he had been listening to his father muttering about a woman named Yun'er every day, which made him feel a little unhappy.
In his mind, he couldn't understand how his father could still think about other women after having a mother.
It seemed that he also held a grudge against the Clear Sky Sect because of that woman.
For the God King Tang San, grudges didn't matter much. As long as his memories remained, with the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Tang Sect's unique skills—passed down for tens of thousands of years—he was confident he would become a god again and overcome the weaknesses of the dual-god position.
"And the evil Spirit Hall—this time, I, Tang San, will bring you to justice."
The pure, innocent God King Tang San didn't understand the changes happening on the continent. He was quite confident that if he could defeat the Spirit Hall once, he could do it again.
"The most urgent thing now is to find my beloved wife, Xiao Wu."
Tang San loved the Asura Sword Scabbard deeply. Now that he was reborn, he naturally wanted to preserve the soul rings and bones of Xiao Wu and his two brothers-in-law.
For his plan to become a god, Xiao Wu could only suffer a little more—for now. He would revive her and compensate her later.
Tang Hao numbly took a sip of wine, gazing at Tang San, who neither cried nor fussed, frowning.
Why did this son look less and less like him, and more like his elder brother Tang Xiao?
A bad idea suddenly surfaced in his mind. Tang Hao hurriedly shook his head and told himself, "How could it be? Yun'er has been staying with me since she got pregnant, and my elder brother has no chance."
Since the pregnancy lasted nine months, it must be because he and his elder brother are brothers, which is why the children looked so similar.
After brainwashing himself, Tang Hao was relieved, but looking at the sour goat milk, his face was not good.
Why did he have to look like his uncle?
But then again, if he looked like someone else, wouldn't he be cheated?
After some internal struggle, Tang Hao stopped caring about his son. He drank, then lay drunk on the bed.
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Meanwhile, at the Star Luo Empire Palace, the four-year-old Dai Mubai gazed up at the magnificent ceiling above his head, his heart in turmoil.
"I'm back to my childhood," he thought bitterly.
Dai Mubai felt a little messed up. He had just become a god of war and hadn't had a chance to enjoy it before everything was gone.
"No, there are still two years. After I awaken my martial soul, I will go to Shrek Academy to wait for Tang San."
In his previous life, he had found Tang San at Shrek, won all the way, and obtained the second-level god of war godhood.
As for whether to take Zhu Zhuqing with him in this life, Dai Mubai decided against it—because in his previous life, he abandoned Zhu Zhuqing and ran away at nine years old.
But this time, it had to be three years earlier. It was too risky to be discovered while escaping with Zhu Zhuqing, who hadn't awakened her martial soul yet. She would only hold him back.
"Don't worry, Zhuqing, I'll wait for you at Shrek," he promised himself.
For Dai Mubai, who viewed women as objects, he already knew Zhu Zhuqing would forgive him later, so he had no psychological burden.
After all, only by following her could Zhu Zhuqing qualify to become a god; otherwise, she would die of old age.
His plan to become a god, he can only make Zhu Zhuqing suffer first.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing, still in her cradle, didn't know she had been betrayed just a few months after her birth.
Since the Clear Sky Sect announced the mountain closure, its strength has temporarily recovered. Notably, after absorbing a piece of inherited soul bone as compensation, Tang Lie successfully broke through to level 80 and replaced Tang Qi as the seventh elder.
Now, Tang Hao only had a 50,000-year-old leg bone left—completely impoverished.
As the new seventh elder, Tang Lie increased the rewards for Tang Hao and severely criticized Tang Xiao for failing to properly raise Tang Hao as a brother.
Tang Xiao, having already laid down his arms, watched Yun'er recover after treatment with medicinal herbs. She was pregnant with another child.
This sudden news made Tang Xiao, who had just lost his eldest son, very happy. He spent every day with Yun'er. The sect, however, was no longer his concern; it belonged to the elders. He had given up caring about the chaos within the Clear Sky Sect.
He realized he just wanted to enjoy life while Yun'er was alive. As for the elders' criticisms—no one paid attention. Whoever wanted to be the leader could be the leader.
Meanwhile, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was in a difficult position.
Because the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was closed, the Clear Sky Sect in seclusion, and the Elephant Armored Sect a lackey of Spirit Hall, Ning Fengzhi was busy with the chaos.
"I don't understand," Ning Fengzhi sat on a stool, panting, sipping tea to soothe his frustration.
"I don't understand why people say our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect betrayed, and abandoned the Clear Sky Sect, and we are just an auxiliary sect unworthy of the top three sects."
Currently, their sect was in a delicate situation. One of the other two sects had closed its mountain, and the other had joined Spirit Hall.
Only the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was still resisting Spirit Hall.
Unite with the Heaven Dou Empire now? Not enough. Ning Fengzhi knew they needed to step up their efforts to contact the Star Luo Empire.
"Don't worry, Master. These rumors don't have much impact," Sword Douluo said, patting Ning Fengzhi's shoulder. "Most are low-level soul masters spreading falsehoods. High-level soul masters still prefer to join us for protection."
"Well, I wonder how Uncle Jian's trip to Star Luo Empire went."
Now that Spirit Hall was ambitious, Ning Fengzhi aimed to unite all possible forces to oppose them.
"Uncle Gu, I plan to visit the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."
It was a powerful sect with a Titled Douluo and thousands of members. Such a force couldn't be underestimated.
"Okay, I hope it goes smoothly."
As Ning Fengzhi left the hall, he looked lost in thought. He regretted opposing Spirit Hall—there was no real benefit, only trouble.
"For the future of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, I must persevere."
Despite his cleverness, Ning Fengzhi was not wise enough. He didn't realize that even if the sect became the number one auxiliary sect, future faults could lead to its downfall, especially considering the immense resources accumulated over many years.
To outsiders, the sect seemed like a hidden source of power.
"Sect Master."
Just as Ning Fengzhi was lost in thought, Sword Douluo hurried back.
"How did it go, Uncle Jian? Did the Star Luo Empire agree?"
Sword Douluo sighed helplessly.
"Star Luo Empire won't form an alliance with Heaven Dou Empire, but they're willing to sign a treaty to jointly boycott Spirit Hall."
End of Chapter