"Drip~ drip~"
Feeling a warm sensation on his cheek, Tang San frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
The pair of ghostly green pupils that met his gaze instantly dispelled all his lingering daze. Subconsciously, he exerted force into his left fist and threw a punch.
"Bang--"
Tang San's punch was incredibly fast. The owner of the ghostly green pupils, a thousand-year Wind Devil Tiger, failed to react in time. Before it could make a move, it was struck in the face by Tang San, sent flying several meters away, and was knocked out on the spot.
Poor little tiger, who had just been happy about changing its menu for dinner tonight, went to report to the two great Beast Kings in the next second.
After throwing the punch, Tang San immediately stood up. Seeing the Spirit Ring of the Wind Devil Tiger floating up, he realized the life-threatening crisis had passed and let out a breath. Simultaneously, the memories from before he lost consciousness began to return.
Recalling the events that had transpired, Tang San immediately began to check his body from head to toe. But upon checking, he was stunned. It wasn't that his physical condition was poor, but rather that it was too good—abnormally good.
Tang San remembered his condition before losing consciousness was dire. Between the corrosive, potent poison of Bibi Dong and the subsequent treatment by Xiao Wu—which involved severed limbs and carved flesh—he had lost at least a dozen pounds of weight and was in a miserable state. Yet now, his hands were intact, his body was whole, and aside from the dried bloodstains on his remaining clothes and the pile of flesh not far away proving that the events had indeed occurred, there was not a single trace of injury on him.
Tang San was very puzzled by the abnormal changes in his body, and it was only when he continued his Internal Vision that he understood the reason.
The scarlet sixth ring hanging on his Martial Soul and the powerful strength continuously surging from his left arm let Tang San know the reason he had survived.
With tears in his eyes, he looked down at the lifeless little white rabbit beside him, recognized its identity, and spoke.
"Xiao Wu, you are so foolish!"
The Tang San of this life was somewhat different from the one in the original timeline. In the original timeline, Tang San learned of Xiao Wu's true form first, then understood the past of his parents. In this life, due to the intrusion of Yun Ming, the order was reversed, which resulted in a somewhat awkward emotional state for Tang San regarding Xiao Wu.
Did Tang San have feelings for Xiao Wu? Naturally, he did; eight years of companionship were not for nothing. But were they as passionate as in the original timeline? No. Having learned of the opposing stances between humans and Soul Beasts in advance, coupled with Tang San's inherent resentment toward his own identity as a descendant of a Soul Beast, his originally fiery feelings for Xiao Wu were cooled by reason the moment he learned of her identity.
Now, seeing Xiao Wu die for him, Tang San's heart was truly struggling.
He struggled for ten minutes, perhaps, but no longer than that.
Having sorted out the sequence of events, the struggle in Tang San's heart immediately turned into hatred for the culprit, Bibi Dong. With red eyes, he looked at Xiao Wu's remains and firmly vowed.
"Xiao Wu, rest assured!"
"One day, I will surely overthrow Martial Soul Hall, kill Bibi Dong, and avenge you and your mother!!"
Afterward, Tang San found a place with good geomancy to bury Xiao Wu, then turned and left the Star Dou Great Forest. He was going to head to the place that 'Xiao Wu' had vaguely told him about while he was unconscious. He needed to become stronger, the strongest, so that he could settle those blood debts with Bibi Dong and Yun Ming.
Two days after the chaotic hunt in the Star Dou Great Forest, a furious Bibi Dong finally returned to Martial Soul City, to the Pope Palace.
Reseating herself on the familiar throne of the Pope, Bibi Dong immediately ordered Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo to have an audience.
Of course, Bibi Dong did not want them to go and trouble the Breaking Clan. Just as Yun Ming had anticipated, Bibi Dong intended to temporarily set this matter aside for future reckoning. The grand plan for the unification of Martial Soul Hall was not far off; she was very busy now and had no spare strength to trouble the Breaking Clan and Yun Ming, so it had to be postponed.
Before long, the palace doors opened, and the two great Douluo walked into the hall, bowing in salute.
"Ghost (Yue Guan), greets Pope Your Majesty!"
Bibi Dong's expression was as usual, noble and elegant, no longer showing the exasperation she felt when toyed with by Yun Ming. She spoke with majesty.
"Rise!"
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Bibi Dong continued.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo, how is Na Na?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo organized his words and said.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, according to your instructions, Na Na is now far from battle, spending her days reading, writing, and playing the zither. Compared to the first two days after she left Slaughter City, she has already changed."
"It's just that Na Na will occasionally stare blankly and giggle, and every time, her expression is as tender as water, as if she is deeply in love."
Yue Guan broke into a cold sweat in his heart, 'That was close, I almost said what was on my mind.'
Bibi Dong did not know her subordinate was criticizing her in his heart. She nodded slightly, her expression unchanged.
"Hmm, have people keep an eye on Na Na's emotions. Slaughter City is a place that tempers people, but it is also easy to destroy them."
Regarding the other matter Yue Guan mentioned, Bibi Dong did not say a word. After all, in her view, the person was already dead, so what was there for her to mention?
Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed and acknowledged.
After asking about Huliena's recent situation, Bibi Dong entered the main topic of the day.
"Ghost Douluo, how is the progress of the conquest of the remaining kingdoms and duchies?"
Ghost's hoarse voice sounded.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Silves Kingdom was taken two days ago."
"Among the remaining three countries, the Barak Kingdom on the Heaven Dou side is going quite smoothly, but there are some problems with the Ni Li and Buffalo Kingdom on the Star Luo side."
Bibi Dong said in a flat, soft tone.
"In that case, let us help them recognize reality."
"Ghost Douluo, for the subsequent matters, I authorize you to use some more extreme methods. I want you to take them down as quickly as possible."
Ghost Douluo pondered for a moment and spoke up.
"But Your Majesty, acting in such a way may alert the enemy!"
Bibi Dong looked straight ahead and said.
"Then, while you're at it, go ahead and pull some other 'weeds' to distract the 'snake.' I grant you the authority to do so."
Since the boss had already laid it out like that, what else could Ghost Douluo say? Naturally, he obeyed the order.
With the arrangements settled, Bibi Dong dismissed the two. The Two Great Douluo bowed and took their leave.
Although this trip had resulted in the loss of a Spirit Ring, it wasn't entirely without gains. Aside from eliminating her disciple's sweetheart and learning about Yun Ming, a potential peer, there was also the matter of Ya Li's reputation among the common folk and the lower ranks of the Martial Soul Hall.
When Bibi Dong had first received reports from her subordinates, she thought she had already held Ya Li in high regard. She hadn't expected that, after venturing into the public herself, Ya Li's reputation would be even higher than she had imagined.
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