Dai Mubai Reincarnated, So Zhu Zhuqing Could Only Suffer

Compared to Qian Renchuan, Tang San's life was far more miserable.

In the messy room, the stench of alcohol mingled with sweat, making Tang San unable to stop himself. The familiar smell stirred his longing for Dad.

Because he had forgotten to bring Yun'er along when he came, Tang Hao fell into deep self-reproach as he looked at Tang San, who was only one year old and nearly starving to death on the floor.

He took out some goat's milk he had stored in advance, not knowing whether it had gone bad, and stuffed it into Tang San's mouth.

The sour goat's milk, with its strange flavor, assaulted Tang San's taste buds, while his heart sank into contemplation.

Over the past year, he had listened to Dad ramble every day about a woman named Yun'er, which left him somewhat displeased.

In his eyes, how could Dad still think about another woman when he already had Mom?

It even seemed that Dad had become enemies with the Clear Sky Sect because of that woman.

To Tang San, the God King, making enemies was no big deal. As long as he retained his memories, he would surely become a god again with the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Tang Sect Secret Arts passed down for tens of thousands of years, breaking through the drawbacks of holding dual Divine Thrones.

"And that evil Spirit Hall—this time, I, Tang San, will definitely bring you to justice."

The pure and noble Tang God King still did not understand the changes this continent had undergone. He was extremely confident that since he had defeated Spirit Hall once, he could defeat them a second time.

"The most urgent matter is to find my hundred-thousand-year... beloved wife, Xiao Wu."

Tang San was deeply devoted to this scabbard for the Asura God. Now that he had been reborn, he naturally had to reserve Xiao Wu's and her two younger brothers' Soul Rings and Soul Bones.

For the sake of his grand plan to become a god, Xiao Wu could only suffer a little more.

He would revive Xiao Wu in the future and compensate her properly.

Tang Hao numbly took a gulp of alcohol. Looking at Tang San, who neither cried nor fussed, his brows furrowed tightly.

Why did this son look less and less like him, and more like his elder brother Tang Xiao?

A terrible thought rose in his heart. Tang Hao hurriedly shook his head and muttered, "How could that be? After Yun'er got pregnant, she stayed with me the whole time. Big Brother never had the chance."

Besides, the nine months of pregnancy matched up perfectly. It was probably because he and his elder brother were brothers that the child resembled him so much.

Only after thoroughly brainwashing himself did Tang Hao finally relax. But seeing Tang San drink the sour goat's milk, his expression turned ugly.

Of all people, why did he have to resemble your uncle?

But then he reconsidered. No, if he looked like someone else, wouldn't that mean I got cheated on?

After a period of internal turmoil, Tang Hao stopped caring about this son. After finishing his drink, he drunkenly collapsed onto the bed.

At this moment, in the imperial palace of the Star Luo Empire, four-year-old Dai Mubai looked up at the magnificent ceiling above him, his heart roiling like stormy seas.

"So I've returned to my childhood."

Dai Mubai felt utterly screwed. He had only just become the War God and had not even had time to enjoy himself when, just like that, everything was gone.

"No, there are still two years. Once I awaken my martial soul, I'll go to Shrek Academy and wait for Tang San."

In his previous life, he had found Tang San at Shrek Academy, coasted to victory all the way, and obtained the Level 2 Divine Position of War God.

As for whether he would bring Zhu Zhuqing along in this life, Dai Mubai said no. In his previous life, he had abandoned Zhu Zhuqing and fled when he was nine.

He was merely doing it three years earlier this time. Bringing Zhu Zhuqing, who had yet to awaken her martial soul, along on the run would make them far too easy to discover. She would only hold him back.

"Don't worry, Zhuqing. I'll wait for you at Shrek Academy."

To Dai Mubai, who treated women as objects, he already knew that Zhu Zhuqing would forgive him later, so he felt no psychological burden whatsoever.

After all, only by following them would Zhu Zhuqing have a chance to become a god. Otherwise, she would simply grow old and die.

For the sake of his grand plan to become a god, Zhuqing could only suffer for now.

Zhu Zhuqing, still swaddled in her blankets, had no idea that she had already been sold out only a few months after being born.

Since the Clear Sky Sect announced its seclusion, its strength had temporarily recovered somewhat. It was worth mentioning that after Tang Lie absorbed a compensatory inherited Soul Bone, he successfully broke through to rank eighty and took over Tang Qi's position as the Seventh Elder.

At present, aside from a fifty-thousand-year left leg bone, Tang Hao was so poor that he had nothing left but his underwear.

After becoming the Seventh Elder, Tang Lie not only increased the bounty on Tang Hao, but also harshly criticized Tang Xiao for failing to properly educate Tang Hao as his elder brother.

But Tang Xiao had already given up. After treatment with some medicinal herbs, Yun'er had nearly recovered, and she was pregnant with another child.

The sudden news filled Tang Xiao, who had just lost his eldest son, with joy. He spent every day wrapped up with Yun'er. As for the sect, that was not his sect—it was the elders' sect. He had already given up dealing with the Clear Sky Sect's bullshit.

He had realized that he only wanted to enjoy life while Yun'er was still alive. As for the elders' criticism, no one cared. Whoever wanted to be sect master could be sect master.

At this moment, in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

With the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect sealing itself off, the Clear Sky Sect retreating into seclusion, and the Elephant Armored Sect acting as Spirit Hall's lapdog, the sudden changes had left Ning Fengzhi overwhelmed.

"I don't understand."

Ning Fengzhi sat down on a chair, panting heavily. He took a sip of tea to quell the anger in his heart.

"I don't understand why everyone outside is spreading rumors that our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect broke its word and abandoned the Clear Sky Sect. And I don't know why everyone is saying that, as an auxiliary sect, we are unworthy of holding a place among the Upper Three Sects."

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was in an awkward position now. Of the other two, one had sealed itself off, while the other had defected to Spirit Hall.

Only the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was still stubbornly holding out against Spirit Hall.

It was clearly not enough for Ning Fengzhi to ally himself with only the Heaven Dou Empire. He also needed to expedite negotiations with the Star Luo Empire.

"Sect Master, there is no need to worry. Those rumors will not have much impact on our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. After all, Old Sword and I are still here."

Those rumors came from low-level soul masters, after all, and had little effect on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. High-level soul masters would still choose to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in search of protection.

"Mm. I wonder whether Uncle Jian's trip to Star Luo went smoothly."

With Spirit Hall's ambitions now laid bare, Ning Fengzhi needed to unite every force he could in order to resist Spirit Hall together.

"Uncle Bone, I need to make a trip to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

After all, it was a sect with a Titled Douluo and a large clan numbering several thousand. Such strength could not be underestimated.

"Alright. Let's hope the journey goes smoothly."

After leaving the main hall, Ning Fengzhi looked dazed. He somewhat regretted opposing Spirit Hall. He had gained no benefits and only gotten himself into trouble.

"For the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I have no choice but to do this."

Ning Fengzhi had only petty cleverness and no great wisdom. Every day, he thought only of making the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect prosper, completely unaware that even if an auxiliary martial soul became the number one sect in the world, the moment a gap appeared in its lineage, it would face the frenzied suppression of every other force.

After all, the resources contained within a soft target with a long inheritance were surely immeasurable, especially the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the richest sect on the continent.

To outsiders, wasn't it simply a hidden reserve of resources?

"Sect Master."

Just as Ning Fengzhi was lost in thought, Sword Douluo hurried back.

"How did it go, Uncle Jian? What did Star Luo say?"

Faced with Ning Fengzhi's question, Sword Douluo sighed helplessly.

"Star Luo will not form an alliance with Heaven Dou, but they can sign an agreement to jointly resist Spirit Hall."