Tang San Argues with People in the Rain, While the God of Love Seduces Lin Yan in His Sea of Consciousness

Under the strange looks Wang Sheng and the others gave him, as though he were a madman, Tang San suddenly burst through their encirclement and kicked the door open.

Then he really did run toward the field like a madman.

Rumble!

Only when a peal of thunder sounded did Wang Sheng notice that, at some point, dark clouds had filled the sky, promising rain.

As it happened, just as Tang San reached the field, rain began to pour down.

A group of students who hadn't made it back to their dormitories in time scrambled to find shelter.

Tang San alone knelt in the middle of the field, letting the icy rain beat wildly against his face.

"Huh? Isn't that the Grandmaster's student, Tang San? It's raining so hard. Why isn't he running inside?"

"No idea! Looks like something must have set him off!"

"Ah, people really do have different fates! They both had Innate Full Soul Power, but Lin Yan only had to go get a Soul Ring to leave him eight hundred streets behind. Tsk, tsk."

"Well, his Martial Soul is the Trash Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass!"

The comments of the people around him mingled with the rain, striking Tang San's fragile pride hard.

"Lin Yan! Lin Yan!"

"Why is this guy everywhere in my world?"

"We both have Innate Full Soul Power, so why does he get everyone's attention while I can only cram myself into the work-study dormitory?"

"If I could live in a single room too, Xiao Wu wouldn't have left me."

"Why?!!!"

Tang San roared in the rain, raising his face to the heavens as he vented the unwillingness in his chest.

Seeing this, the passersby all wore expressions that said they had been right.

The kid really had been unlucky in love!

Rain poured down, beating against the ground of the field and raising patches of mist.

Just then, a few kindhearted classmates who couldn't bear to see Tang San getting soaked tried to persuade him from a distance to come and shelter from the rain.

"Tang San, even Soul Masters shouldn't stand out in the rain like that. Come over and get under cover!"

They meant well. After all, Tang San bore them no grudge, and there was nothing wrong with offering a few words of advice when they saw how pitiful he looked.

But Tang San had gone mad by now!

When he heard someone speak, he immediately turned and stared hard at the person.

"Tell me why! Why is Lin Yan the only one who gets special treatment? Why do I have to live in the work-study dormitory?"

The person was struck speechless by his shout.

He had kindly urged Tang San to get out of the rain, only for Tang San to look at him as though he were an enemy. Who could stand that?

"Uh..."

"Maybe because your Martial Soul is just Blue Silver Grass. You both have Innate Full Soul Power, but Lin Yan's Martial Soul is some kind of twin swords with ultimate lightning and fire. Of course you can't compare to him."

"Blue Silver Grass?" Tang San murmured, and the hatred in his eyes grew even stronger!

"Why should Blue Silver Grass be a cut below?"

"My teacher said there are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters!"

The words Tang San repeated most often in the rain were "Why?" and "What gives you the right?"

It was as if the whole world owed him something!

As if everything Lin Yan now enjoyed should have belonged to him.

At that point, someone couldn't stand it anymore. Another student sheltering from the rain spoke up.

"Is it possible your teacher is trash too?"

"A Soul Grandmaster who reached level twenty-nine at fifty, whose Martial Soul is a farting pig—if he didn't have some connection to the dean, he wouldn't even be qualified to apply for a teaching job, let alone loaf around at the academy every day, living off it and waiting to die."

In an academy this large, there were kindhearted people, and there were wicked ones too.

The boy who had urged Tang San to get out of the rain had been so frightened by Tang San's crazed appearance that he didn't dare speak anymore.

That didn't mean everyone else was as timid.

A tall, broad upper-year student spoke to Tang San.

"Everyone knows what the Grandmaster's made of. He's been living off the Soul Master subsidy from Spirit Hall and handouts from the dean, eating for free and waiting to die for who knows how many years."

"He's plainly trash. All these years, you're the only one who's been willing to be his student."

Hearing this, Tang San froze for a moment.

He was the only one willing to be his student?

No! Impossible!

That was the theory Grandmaster who had deduced he had Twin Martial Souls from a single Martial Soul certificate.

How could he be the trash this person claimed?

At that thought, Tang San stared hard at the student, his eyes scarlet and his breath coming like an ox's, and cursed.

"Bullshit!"

"Teacher isn't trash. He's a theory Grandmaster!"

"How could you mudlegs possibly understand Teacher's wisdom?!"

The upper-year student gave a derisive snort.

"Oh, give me a break!"

"'There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters,' huh?"

"With those words, he insulted himself twice over!"

"By his logic, can anyone become a Titled Douluo through hard cultivation, no matter who they are or what Martial Soul they have?"

"Don't make me laugh! At the end of the day, isn't a person's achievement still determined by their Innate Soul Power?"

Rumble!!!

A peal of thunder sounded, leaving a crack in the sky and another in Tang San's heart.

Somehow, as Tang San listened to the student's mockery, he no longer had any thought of arguing back.

"Innate Soul Power determines everything?"

"So that's how this world works?"

"Then what does Teacher's Innate Half-Level Soul Power amount to?"

"What does my own Innate Full Soul Power mean?"

"And what does Lin Yan's Innate Full Soul Power mean...?"

The rain grew heavier and heavier.

When the upper-year student, his face covered in slabs of flesh, saw Tang San sink into self-doubt, his mocking expression grew even more pronounced.

Gradually, several other students joined in. Without exception, they all disparaged Yu Xiaogang and Blue Silver Grass.

And so Tang San endured the icy rain beating against him as the group mocked him.

Elsewhere.

In Lin Yan's dormitory.

As Lin Yan watched the rain pour from the sky, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

He couldn't quite put the feeling into words, but it was undeniably there, as though...

Someone beyond the heavens was watching him!

"Sister God of Love, you didn't cause all this, did you?"

Lin Yan's consciousness sank into his Sea of Consciousness, where he saw the full-figured God of Love, her face full of allure.

The God of Love rolled her eyes prettily and said,

"I only planted a few fragments from the original timeline in Tang San's dream. Who knew it would cause such a commotion?"

"What? It really was you!"

"So that dream Tang San had was all your doing?"

The God of Love pursed her lips. "What's the fuss? If I didn't make him remember how close he and Xiao Wu were, how could I use Xiao Wu to torment him?"

"Don't worry. I was very discreet. The people in the Divine Realm won't discover you."

Lin Yan said, "If you'd really been discreet, we wouldn't have this downpour."

At that, the God of Love looked visibly guilty.

But after a sly turn of her lovely eyes, she regained her alluring manner.

"Relax!"

"I won't set you up. At worst, I'll just be more careful from now on~"

"To make it up to you, big sister will show you something nice."

As she spoke, the God of Love pulled open her neckline, exposing two dazzling, snow-white mounds and the deep cleavage between them to the air.

She looked just like a wanton prostitute soliciting customers on the street.

At the sight, Lin Yan felt blood rush through him, and his face flushed red.

The air fell silent, and the atmosphere turned suggestive.

Seeing Lin Yan so dazed and bashful, the God of Love shook with laughter, came to his side, and pulled him into her embrace...

P.S.:

Only one chapter today. I'll make up the rest tomorrow.