Don't Worry, I'm Here!

Qian Renxue frowned and lashed out with a kick.

The four-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake instantly became a blur, flying off into the distance.

Tang San watched its trajectory, the corners of his mouth twitching.

It seemed this poor Mandala Snake was the one Great God King Tang and Yu Xiaogang had encountered before.

Though it was only four hundred and twenty-three years old, considering the threat it had posed to the future God King and Grandmaster, it would not be too much to honor it with the title of Great Emperor Mandala Snake.

The Mandala Snake traced a graceful arc through the air and landed in another part of the Soul Hunting Forest.

Smack.

"Hm? Who threw something?"

Elsewhere in the forest, Yu Xiaogang raised an eyebrow, startled by the sudden sound beside him.

He immediately raised both hands in front of himself and looked around warily. Luo Sanpao also began looking from side to side.

"What sneaky little Soul Beast is trying to ambush this Grandmaster? Come out!"

But after he spoke, there was no further sound.

Beside him, Lin Tian sat cross-legged on the ground, looking conflicted as he stared at a white Soul Ring floating before him.

"Teacher... do I really have to absorb a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo?"

Although most students at Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy had white First Soul Rings, a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo was a bit too absurd!

Yu Xiaogang frowned at Lin Tian's words, a hint of displeasure appearing on his face.

Who was he?

A Grandmaster whose theories resounded throughout the Soul Master World, an elder of Spirit Hall!

If the brat in front of him hadn't been lucky, how could he possibly have become his disciple?

And he dared to question him?

Ridiculous!

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly and rebuked him. "You can't see past the tip of your nose!"

"Your Martial Soul is a long staff. Lone Bamboo happens to be able to add attributes to your Martial Soul, which fits perfectly with my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls."

"This method can make your long staff evolve. Do you understand?"

Lin Tian nodded as though he understood, though not entirely. He was just about to absorb it when he heard a rustling by his feet.

Yu Xiaogang looked down, his expression turning grave.

"This is bad, it's a Mandala Snake! How could such a vicious Soul Beast appear on the outskirts of the Soul Hunting Forest?"

The Mandala Snake seemed to have just regained consciousness and slithered crookedly toward the two of them.

Once Yu Xiaogang saw the full length of its body, his expression changed at once.

"This is bad. It's a hundred-year-old Mandala Snake."

"Run!"

Tang San and Qian Renxue had just walked out of the Soul Hunting Forest when they heard two screams coming from within. They were so piercing and mournful that anyone who heard them would be saddened.

Tang San raised an eyebrow at the screams.

Surely it couldn't be the Mandala Snake Qian Renxue had kicked away just now showing what it could do?

He wondered who had been unlucky enough to run into the Mandala Snake.

The two climbed back into the carriage and headed toward Nuoding City.

Tang San and Qian Renxue sat side by side, a pleasant fragrance continually drifting into his nose. Neither of them spoke first, and for a moment the atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat awkward.

Suddenly, Qian Renxue turned to Tang San and asked, "Little San, can you tell me about your family?"

"I don't think I've heard you mention them."

Qian Renxue was curious. She only knew that Tang San's father was Tang Hao, but she didn't know what Tang San had gone through as a child.

Now that she had been reborn, she wanted to learn about it.

Qian Renxue wanted to know everything about the man she loved so deeply.

From his youth to his old age, from his weakness to his strength, she wanted to know it all.

Hearing this, Tang San sighed, a flood of bitterness welling up in his heart.

Qian Renxue's question had brought back painful memories.

Recalling how he had lived these past few years, Tang San wanted to cry but had no tears.

Damn it, with Tang Hao as a biological father, anyone except Great God King Tang, that staunch supporter of feudalism, would have been driven to the brink of collapse.

He didn't even know how he had endured it.

Perhaps those years of hardship had allowed Tang San to grasp the true meaning of life, enabling him to communicate with Blue Silver Grass.

With that thought, Tang San truthfully told Qian Renxue about everything he had experienced as a child.

The more Qian Renxue heard, the more shocked she became.

She had thought that with a powerful Titled Douluo like Tang Hao as his father, Tang San must have had a good childhood.

She had never expected Tang San's childhood to have been so miserable.

It had been even more miserable than her own.

Qian Renxue had thought that leaving home at just nine years old to go undercover in the Heaven Dou Imperial Family had been miserable enough.

She had never imagined that Tang San's childhood had been even more outrageous than hers.

He had had to cook for his father when he was only three or four?

It was simply unheard of!

"Tang Hao..."

Qian Renxue's gaze flickered, and she came to hate Tang Hao as well.

How dare he be so harsh to Little San?

Unforgivable!

She looked at Tang San, her gaze softening again.

Looking at Tang San after her rebirth, Qian Renxue could better appreciate how difficult things had been for him.

A father who drank himself senseless, teammates who caused trouble, and a teacher who knew nothing.

Plus a rabbit girlfriend who liked courting death.

Under those circumstances, Tang San had still managed to grow into a God King and defeat the Spirit Hall Empire. It was simply unimaginable.

The more Qian Renxue learned about Tang San, the deeper her love for him grew.

A trace of sympathy also arose in her heart.

No wonder Tang San's body was so thin and frail.

Under those circumstances, it would have been strange if he had been healthy!

"So things were that difficult for you before..."

Qian Renxue's red lips parted slightly as she looked Tang San up and down, her heart aching for him.

Tang San nodded, feeling terribly upset himself.

Whenever he recalled those first few years after he had transmigrated, he couldn't help feeling miserable. That had been no life for a human being.

Just as Tang San was about to say something else to change his mood,

a pair of fair arms wrapped around him.

Then Tang San felt his face buried in something soft and warm.

Fragrance flowed into his nose like water and rushed straight to his mind. His body instinctively made him breathe rapidly, as though he wanted to remember this distinctive scent.

Boundless warmth enveloped Tang San. At that moment, he felt safe and comfortable, like a baby in his mother's arms.

In all the time since he had transmigrated, Tang San had never felt as relaxed as he did now.

At first, he had had to cook for himself and Tang Hao to survive.

Later, after arriving in Nuoding City, Tang San had had to work hard and save money to survive and improve his prospects, all so he could lie low safely through the first dozen or so years.

But now Qian Renxue had come, and everything was different.

For the first time, Tang San could put everything aside and get some proper rest.

Tears seemed to shimmer in Qian Renxue's eyes. She hugged Tang San tightly, placed both hands behind his head, and pressed it down.

Her voice rang out in the carriage, utterly resolute.

"Don't worry, Little San. I'm here."

"From today onward, you'll never have to suffer like you did before."

"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you!"