Xuanzi: Tang San, I Am the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult

"Teacher, you've gone too far!"

Tang San glared at Xuanzi, his chest heaving violently, his tone brimming with anger.

But his eyes were far too clear, and paired with his slightly reddened eye rims, they carried not the slightest bit of intimidation. Instead, they exuded an indescribably coquettish air.

Xuanzi raised an eyebrow and circled halfway around Tang San, his unabashed gaze appraising him as he clicked his tongue. "I have to say, Little San, you really do have the potential to be a woman."

"..."

Tang San's skin crawled under his gaze, goosebumps rising all over him. He hurriedly shrank back, his voice weakening somewhat. "Teacher, let's... let's change the subject."

That old bastard's gaze was simply too horrifying.

"Fine." Xuanzi agreed readily, then wiped the teasing expression from his face. He turned his back to Tang San, clasped one hand behind him, and looked up at the waning moon on the horizon. His silhouette somehow took on an unfathomable air.

He fell silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was low and carried a weighty solemnity. "Little San, I'm about to tell you an important secret, as well as give you a surprise."

"You should prepare yourself."

Tang San's heart jolted, and the embarrassment from before was instantly flung to the back of his mind.

A surprise? A secret?

Could this old bastard have some hidden trump card up his sleeve?

Was it some heavenly treasure or cultivation resource that could help him break through?

Or perhaps it was some contingency secretly passed to him by that impostor in the God Realm, which he was now going to hand over to him?

Countless thoughts exploded in Tang San's mind. His breathing quickened, his eyes shining brightly as he waited excitedly for what came next.

Xuanzi's