Double-Standard Father, God King Tang Chuan

After Fu Ye left, Tang Chuan, who had collapsed on the ground, gradually regained the ability to move.

Seeing the once arrogant Tang Chuan beaten into such a state, the Work-Study Students could not have felt more delighted.

But Tang Chuan's face was filled with anger.

"Little San, we're brothers. That guy just now—"

Tang Chuan looked at his former self as though he hated iron for not becoming steel. Why were you chickening out? Go after him!

"Brother, I can't beat him. Besides, when I was getting beaten up before, I didn't see you helping either," Tang San muttered under his breath.

Fine, Tang Chuan truly understood double standards. Only he could pull off something like screwing over his own past self.

But Tang Chuan was extremely furious right now. He could almost be certain that Xiao Wu had taken human form twelve years early—and that she had been deceived by that young man, who had stolen her purest feelings!

The thought ignited a blaze of fury within him! He would tear the man who had stolen his Xiao Wu into ten thousand pieces!

After thinking for a moment, he decided to temporarily show weakness. Once he broke through to Soul Grandmaster, he would turn that old bastard Dugu Bo into his servant.

Then he would make that man kneel on the ground like a dog and lick his heels!

Xiao Wu was his. Anyone other than himself who touched her had to die!

But then he thought of that girl who looked seventy or eighty percent like Xiao Wu. Suddenly, as though something had occurred to him, he slapped his thigh hard!

Slap!

That was right! His Xiao Wu had crossed over with him. There were two versions of himself here, so didn't that mean there was a second Xiao Wu too?!

Two Xiao Wus, double the happiness!

At that thought, Tang Chuan could barely suppress the curl of his lips. Yet he calmly glanced at his former self, his eyes carrying a trace of contempt.

With the experience of his previous life, he would seize the opportunities from that life ahead of time. He was this man's Reincarnated Body, so this man ought to contribute his share of those opportunities!

"You should obediently become this god's stepping stone. Heh heh heh."

That evening, on the second floor of the cafeteria.

Tang San and Tang Chuan were called over by Yu Xiaogang to eat at the cafeteria. After all, Yu Xiaogang had been living frugally for over a decade, so he still had some spare money.

"Hey, hey, this is the second floor. It isn't somewhere lowly trash like you can come."

Before Tang San and Tang Chuan could even step onto the stairs leading to the second floor, a richly dressed boy ordered someone else to block their path.

"Get lost already. Don't court death."

Tang Chuan was already holding back a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent it. It was only because this was the cafeteria; anywhere else, he would have made these scum pay in blood!

However, Tang San froze upon hearing his brother's words, then felt that something was off.

Tang San: Huh? Isn't that my line????

"Hehe, courting death? Looks like you can't escape a beating today."

At the richly dressed boy's words, everyone at his table rose to their feet and looked mockingly at Tang San and Tang Chuan standing at the staircase.

Because of what had happened that morning, they had been feeling utterly stifled. These two had arrived at just the right time to serve as punching bags!

"Beat them to death! My father is the Lord of Notting City. I'll take responsibility if anything happens!"

That was right, it was Xiao Chenyu again, the early-game boss. Still, there was something truly strange about the original story. As the son of a city lord, after Xiao Wu and Tang San beat him into submission, no one from his family ever came out to defend him.

"Spirit Staff, emerge!"

The tall boy closest to Tang San made the first move, swinging his long staff with ferocious force.

"Entangle!"

As expected of the reincarnation of a God King, even without soul rings, Tang Chuan was able to use his peerless wisdom to create a Blue Silver Grass entangling soul skill!

Swish, swish, swish!

Dozens of Blue Silver Kings burst from the ground in an instant! Seeing the other side about to attack, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass surged forth wildly as well.

But at that moment, a somewhat effeminate angry shout came from the second floor.

"What are you doing?!"

That was right, it was our Grand Wet—Yu Xiaogang, who had just regained the ability to move.

Supporting his waist, he slowly rose from a seat farther inside, limping. His tottering body made even the people beside him hurriedly move far away. It would be bad if he tried to pin something on them!

Yet Xiao Chenyu was not afraid in the slightest at Grand Wet's display.

He had been here for six years, and he knew practically everything about the academy.

Moreover, he looked down on this sissy who called himself a master!

"Oh? You ass-selling bastard, and you dare mouth off to me? Tired of living?"

Xiao Chenyu's voice was so loud that everyone in the cafeteria heard it, including Fu Ye, Xiao Wu, and Wu Ling, who had just entered.

Huh? Selling ass! Damn, what kind of explosive gossip was this?!

But when Fu Ye saw Yu Xiaogang, he went, Oh, it's you. Then never mind.

Xiao Wu and Wu Ling, however, still looked confused. What did selling ass mean?

Yu Xiaogang's face had turned liver-purple with rage, but he held himself back from exploding. After all, the other party was the city lord's son.

A powerful dragon could not suppress a local snake. That saying could not have suited him better.

Author: Dragon? You're a pig that can only fart. You have nothing to do with dragons.

"Brat, you're courting death!"

As the reincarnation of Tang God King and a model of filial piety, how could Tang Chuan tolerate anyone insulting his benefactor like this? He immediately prepared to unleash Blue Silver King upon Xiao Chenyu.

"Xiao Chuan, stop!"

Just as his Blue Silver King was about to reach the other party's feet, our Grand Wet actually roared and stopped him.

Though Tang God King, the great filial son, wanted nothing more than to slaughter Xiao Chenyu outright, he still obeyed his teacher's words.

"Yes, Teacher."

Yu Xiaogang's behavior of bullying the weak while fearing the strong made him the laughingstock of the entire school. But the students were more concerned about something else.

That was Xiao Chenyu's claim that Yu Xiaogang sold his ass.

At the cafeteria entrance.

"Come on, I'll take you to dinner."

With that, Fu Ye pushed open the doors and headed straight up the stairs to the second floor. Wu Ling looked at the refined decor upstairs, her gaze wavering slightly.

"It's all right, little sister Wu Ling. Don't be afraid. With your big sister here, they won't bully you."

Xiao Wu took her little hand. Seeing the clarity in Xiao Wu's eyes, Wu Ling gained a little courage as well.

"I understand, Sister Xiao Wu."

Fu Ye gradually came into their view. Xiao Chenyu, who had been arrogant and overbearing just moments ago, along with all his lackeys, immediately ran back to their seats in unison. Judging by their trembling legs even after sitting down, they were clearly panicking.

Yet upon seeing Fu Ye, Yu Xiaogang acted like a turtle withdrawing into its shell, swiftly leading Tang San and Tang Chuan to a corner table. Tang San and Tang Chuan both lowered their heads and stared at the menu without saying a word.

"Huh? What are they doing? Setting up a fight?"

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Business here was fairly good. By the time Fu Ye ordered, Tang San's group had already started eating.

Still, the way they wolfed down their food was truly hard to watch.

Tang Chuan and Tang San acted as though they had not eaten meat in eight lifetimes. After hearing their teacher Yu Xiaogang say they could order whatever they wanted, each of them ordered a huge plate of stir-fried meat and more than ten chicken legs.

But in truth, they had never eaten meat since the day they were born. They had not even tasted soup with a hint of oil in it.

Now that Tang Hao no longer had his wife to worry about or his sect to restrain him, he could not be bothered to care for these two bastards.

Even though Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls, Tang Hao still never treated him kindly. In his eyes, as long as the two little brats awakened their martial souls, his task would be complete.

As for how he had raised them over the past six years? Naturally, he had left them to fend for themselves. Two bowls of thin porridge a day were enough to keep them from starving to death.

Once they became soul masters, Spirit Hall would give them subsidies anyway. Why should he worry? If they died, then they died—what the hell did it have to do with him? They were just two bastards anyway.