Xuan Zi: Tang San, I Am the Grand Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, and You Are the Holy Son!

"Teacher, you've gone too far!"

Tang San glared at Xuan Zi, his chest heaving violently, his voice filled with anger.

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

Xuan Zi raised an eyebrow and circled halfway around Tang San, openly scrutinizing him. He clicked his tongue. "I have to say, Xiao San, you really do have the potential to be a woman."

"..."

Tang San's skin crawled beneath his gaze, goosebumps rising all over him. He hurriedly shrank back and even his voice weakened. "Teacher, let's... let's change the subject."

That old man's gaze was truly terrifying.

"Fine." Xuan Zi agreed readily. The teasing expression vanished from his face as he turned his back to Tang San, one hand behind him, and looked up at the waning moon on the horizon. His silhouette somehow carried an unfathomable air.

He fell silent for a moment before his voice deepened with grave solemnity. "Xiao San, I'm about to tell you an important secret, as well as give you a surprise."

"You'd better prepare yourself."

Tang San's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his previous embarrassment was instantly thrown to the winds.

A surprise? A secret?

Could this old man be hiding some trump card he had kept in reserve?

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

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

Countless thoughts exploded in his mind. Tang San's breathing grew rapid, his eyes shining brilliantly as he waited excitedly for what came next.

Xuan Zi's voice rang out again, carrying the