"Boy, you're looking for death!"
Hearing this, a cold killing intent flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees. He spoke in a sinister tone,
"Although in this Great Spirit Arena, I am bound by the rules of the competition and cannot do anything to you, you'd better pray you don't run into me alone outside the arena."
"Old poison, why bother getting angry with such a person?"
Just then, Tang Chuan suddenly raised his hand, slightly interrupting Dugu Bo's words.
His gaze returned to Tang San, a look of feigned pity and undisguised mockery on his face, as he continued:
"Little San, I didn't expect that after a few months, your glib tongue has improved quite a bit. This ability to twist black into white and argue sophistically seems to have truly inherited Yu Xiaogang's mantle."
At this point, he pointedly glanced at Master, whose face was ashen, behind Tang San.
"As for you saying I stole mother's keepsake…"
With a sneer, Tang Chuan's tone suddenly became self-righteous, and he said seriously,
"Since it was mother's keepsake, as her eldest son, it is only right and proper for me to take and inherit it. How can it be considered stealing? It's you…"
As he spoke, he deliberately drew out his words, a meaningful glint flashing in his eyes, then he mocked slowly and clearly, word by word:
"Speaking of which, it's quite a coincidence. I once heard a story about someone named Tang San."
"It is said that this person was born in the land of Bashu, and while still in swaddling clothes, he was kindly taken back to the Sect by the Tang Sect's old patriarch and raised there."
"But this person, who had received so much favor from the Sect, at the age of nine, committed the act of stealing the Tang Sect's ultimate technique, the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record! Tsk tsk, wouldn't this be considered repaying kindness with enmity and being an ungrateful wretch?"
"As for why it is determined that this Tang San started stealing at the age of nine? It's simple. He was twenty-nine when he finally jumped off Ghost's Sorrow, and he himself admitted that it took him a full twenty years to create the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus."
At this point, the mocking curve of Tang Chuan's lips slowly widened, as if stating an undeniable fact, "So, isn't the answer obvious? He must have stolen the Tang Sect's Secret Manual at the age of nine!"
"Such a person, isn't he worse than pigs and dogs, even worse than a beast?"
In the end, Tang Chuan no longer gave Tang San any opportunity to question or retort. He then gave Dugu Bo, who was beside him, a knowing look.
The two then turned without hesitation and walked away directly, leaving a dashing silhouette.
At this moment, Tang San was as if petrified, frozen in place with a dumbfounded expression, his mind buzzing and blank, completely at a loss.
"He… how could he know so clearly? Even the time and details are perfectly accurate!"
"Could it be… my brother… also transmigrated from the Tang Sect?"
This absurd yet only plausible thought entered his mind, making Tang San feel a sudden dizzy spell, almost fainting to the ground.
"But this… how is this possible?!"
"If that's really the case, then brother must have already found a path to his own demise!"
"I absolutely cannot leave such a huge threat…"
Master saw that Tang San's face was somewhat pale, his heart full of worry and doubt. He pushed his wheelchair closer and asked in a low voice,
"Little San, what exactly was your brother… just saying? What Tang Sect? What Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus? Why don't I understand a single word?"
Tang San was startled awake by Master's voice. He finally recovered from the immense shock and chaotic thoughts. He took a deep breath, forced a very strained, even somewhat stiff, smile onto his face, trying to make his tone sound light and natural.
"Teacher, I… I don't understand either."
Fearing that Master would continue to ask, he quickly changed the subject, his gaze turning to the crowd that had begun to enter in an orderly fashion, his tone deliberately urging, "The opening ceremony is about to begin. Let's prepare to enter first, so we don't delay important matters."
After speaking, he unceremoniously supported Master's wheelchair, signaled for the others to follow, and led the way towards the entrance passage. However, his slightly hurried steps and subtly flickering eyes revealed that he was far from as calm as he appeared on the surface… On the other side, after Tang Chuan and Dugu Bo left the noisy entrance area, they went directly to a relatively quiet VIP lounge on one side of the Great Spirit Arena.
Inside, Xue Qinghe was already waiting.
He was dressed in the luxurious customary attire of a prince, with a dignified demeanor.
Seeing the two enter, Xue Qinghe nodded slightly. Dugu Bo casually sat down nearby, closing his eyes to rest, as if he wasn't very interested in the upcoming conversation.
Tang Chuan, however, walked directly to Xue Qinghe, without any pleasantries, and in a low voice, got straight to the point.
"What? You want me to tamper with the draw ceremony for the first round of the preliminary competition at the organizing committee, and directly arrange for your Tianxing Academy to face Shrek Academy in the first match?"
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