The Thirty-Third Day of a Rich Second-Gen

For the children of Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy was a hall-of-fame school. But students admitted to this school sometimes had a particular worry: having their parents called in!

The first parent to receive this honor was Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, renowned across the continent.

The specific details of that historic first parent-teacher summons had long been lost to history. All that was known was that Sect Master Ning looked awful when he came out, took his daughter home, and kept her there for two whole months.

From then on, "Have your parents come in" became the second-most dreaded sentence among Shrek students. The most dreaded was, "Have your parents come in and take you home." Historically known as the Shrek Curse!

But having your parents called in was for other reasons. Being taken home was because Shrek was on break! Break meant staying up late, sleeping in, not eating, not moving—and nobody could tell you otherwise!

There was still holiday homework, of course, but who cared about homework during vacation? That was something to worry about when school started again.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing naturally would not be returning to the Star Luo Empire, but they had already made travel plans and were preparing to go on a journey.

Xiao Wu, meanwhile, cultivated with Teacher A'tu. Teacher A'tu had said that vacation was the best opportunity to improve oneself and absolutely must not be wasted!

Oscar worked on a project with Teacher Shao. Teacher Shao had recently begun some new research and needed Oscar to verify it.

Ma Hongjun's parents had settled down in Calais City, so he chose to go home and reunite with them.

As for Ming Sui and Tang San, they took Nian Nian and the injured Xue Ling back to the City Lord's Mansion to spend their vacation.

Ming Sui still needed to treat Xue Ling once a day. But ever since Tang San discovered that Xue Ling was also an outstanding young talent their age, he accompanied Ming Sui every time. Ming Sui gradually grew used to having someone with her.

By the time Ming Zhen and Tang Yunhua finished handling their affairs, Xue Ling no longer needed treatment and only had to rest properly. He left the City Lord's Mansion to stay at an estate he had acquired in Calais City, while Ming Sui finally got to meet her mysterious second uncle.

"I thought I wouldn't get to see you before we left," Tang Yunhua said sourly.

Tang Hao gave a bitter smile. "In the end, I still wronged the sect. Take these things back with you this time."

What? The sect? Going back? Were they going to the Clear Sky Sect? Ming Sui's eyes widened. Seeing her eyes go round and her cheeks puff out, Tang San lowered his head and smiled.

From her parents' conversations, Ming Sui had pieced together some of what happened back then. The former Pope had bullied her second aunt, so her second uncle had hammered him. Then the man died after returning. Unable to find her second uncle, Spirit Hall went after the Clear Sky Sect instead.

As for that matter, the Clear Sky Sect believed Tang Hao had disregarded the greater good. But under those circumstances, he had no other choice. Everyone had their own difficulties. Yet Ming Sui felt that the one most wronged—and most likely to have been treated coldly—was Tang San, who had just been born at the time.

He could have had a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast for a mother, a Titled Douluo for a father, and been born into the continent's number one Weapon Spirit sect. He would have had the best possible environment. After awakening his Martial Soul, Tang San, with his Twin Martial Souls, would have received the finest resources. Sect elders or consecrates would have personally selected suitable soul rings for him. Whenever he went out, everyone would have called him Young Sect Master Tang. Fame and fortune would both have been his.

But now, he had nothing.

Ming Sui turned to look at Tang San, worry showing in her eyes. The Clear Sky Sect would not make things difficult for Tang San, would they? Even if the sect itself did not, what about those clan members who no longer bore the halo of the world's number one Weapon Spirit and could only hide in the sect to survive? Would they make things difficult for Tang San?

Tang San understood what Ming Sui was thinking. In truth, he was not particularly worried about it.

In his previous life, he had been born into the Tang Sect and was very familiar with organizations like sects. His biological father had been one of the Clear Sky Sect's key talents. Because of Spirit Hall, his family had been destroyed, and his fate was unknown. The Clear Sky Sect had also been bullied to the point of no return, seemingly suffering enormous losses.

But as a sect at the height of its power, the Clear Sky Sect could use this chance to lie low, slipping out of Spirit Hall's watchful gaze and secretly accumulating strength.

A powerful sect was certainly a good thing, but for its younger disciples, great fame could also be a shackle. Using this opportunity to temper the younger generation and waiting for the right moment to soar into the sky was not necessarily a bad thing.

As for sealing the sect and enduring humiliation, those were merely outward appearances. Could such a huge sect truly have no trump cards left? His aunt was still out here, wasn't she?

But! Sui Sui cared about him. What could possibly be bad about that? She felt sorry that he might be wronged. Tang San's heart warmed, and he smiled at Ming Sui.

So in Ming Sui's eyes, her handsome, powerful, tragic Third Brother knew he would be targeted upon returning to the sect, yet still smiled bravely at her.

That only made her feel even worse for him!

Tang Hao ignored the little flirtation between the two children and handed over a box. "The sect gave me three soul bones: a left arm bone, a right arm bone, and a skull bone. I originally wanted to dig them out and return them, but Ah Yin has hope of being resurrected. I have to keep some strength to protect her." Tang Hao lowered his head, hiding his reddened eyes.

"There are four soul bones inside: a skull bone, a left arm bone, a right arm bone, and an External Soul Bone. I obtained them outside. Take them back and return them to the sect. Once you return, take good care of Xiao San. This time, when he acknowledges his ancestors and returns to the clan, he will surely be implicated because of me. The extra External Soul Bone is for Xiao San."

Ming Zhen did not say anything, but Tang Yunhua exploded first. "Don't worry. I'm an aunt too. If any of those old geezers dare to babble nonsense, my hammer isn't just for forging iron. You are the dignified Clear Sky Douluo—why are you trying to play the pity card? If you feel you owe the sect, go back and apologize yourself. What does it have to do with Xiao San?"

A perfectly good Twin Martial Soul was returning to the sect to acknowledge his ancestors and return to the clan. That was a gain, all right? The Clear Sky Sect was now managed by their eldest brother, Tang Tian. Even if the consecrates had objections, the couple could support Tang San when they went back.

Tang Hao was helpless. He had wanted to put on a pitiful act and muddle through, but being exposed by his own younger sister was rather embarrassing—especially in front of the son he had wronged and his delicate, sweet little niece. Yes, although Ming Sui was quite adept at swinging her scepter to hammer people, in Tang Hao's eyes, she was still a delicate, sweet little fairy.

Under Tang Hao's insistence, Tang Yunhua still took the soul bones. After all, it was Tang Hao's compensation to the Clear Sky Sect. Since he insisted, Tang Yunhua could not keep trying to persuade him otherwise.

Early the next morning, Tang Yunhua and Ming Zhen took Ming Sui and Tang San away from Calais City. Naturally, Nian Nian squeezed into Ming Sui's arms as well, and they set off together for the Clear Sky Sect.

The Clear Sky Sect was still in a state of seclusion, and their whereabouts had to be kept secret. Thus, Ming Sui and Tang San once again enjoyed the traveling service of Titled Douluo, suffering terribly from it. Fortunately, after hurrying along, they soon reached the foot of a mountain and prepared to enter it.

Ming Sui and Tang San had completely lost their sense of direction. Dizzy and disoriented, they were carried into the best inn in the town at the foot of the mountain and allowed to rest for the time being.

Hot water and delicious food thoroughly soothed Ming Sui's body and soul. After eating and digesting for a while, she quickly fell asleep and had a dream.

"Ming Sui, Ming Sui, wake up." The voice sounded somewhat familiar. Ming Sui thought, Who is that? Can't they just let me sleep properly?

She unwillingly opened her eyes and discovered that the one calling her was the Goddess of Life, whom she had met before!

"It's you, Your Excellency. Sorry, I was too tired and slept a little deeply." Ming Sui scratched her head awkwardly.

The Goddess of Life laughed at how groggy she still was. "I wasn't looking for you. You were looking for me."

Ming Sui was even more confused. What was that supposed to mean? Wasn't she asleep? How could she have found someone else?

Besides, she could actually summon a god? Was she really that impressive?

The Goddess of Life's smile deepened as she explained, "You carry my mark. I can sense when it is triggered, so I can come find you. But I don't know what kind of mark it is. In any case, it is related to this place."

That was a little strange. Ming Sui scratched her head. "Then, Your Excellency, is there something I need to do?"

It had turned out to be a misunderstanding, but the Goddess of Life did not mind. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Since I'm already here, you should continue improving your strength. You can cultivate in dreams too." Without giving Ming Sui time to react, she tossed her directly into the space they had visited last time.

Ming Sui was helpless. She really just wanted to get a good night's sleep. Resigned to her fate, she went off to fight.

Just after tossing Ming Sui in, the Goddess of Life said, "You really move fast. I only responded to a successor. It's not like I broke any rules."

A flash of black light passed, and their old friend the Asura God made his dazzling entrance.

"See? I never said you broke any rules. It's simply that my successor has needs too." He looked to be in a very good mood.

"Then why aren't you going to find your successor? What are you doing here?" The Goddess of Life rolled her eyes elegantly and began driving him away.

The Asura God spread his hands. "It's not time yet. I'll stay here with you for a while first." As he spoke, he took out food, drinks, and things to play with to keep the Goddess of Life entertained.

"Tell me honestly. Did you come down this time because of your inheritance ground?" The Goddess of Life was a little curious.

The Asura God's expression immediately darkened. He snorted. "Don't let me catch that brat Rakshasa. I'll tear him apart and use him as nourishment for my inheritance ground."

"Oh, spare me," the Goddess of Life scoffed. "If Rakshasa became nourishment for your inheritance ground, would you even still have that place? It would all become Rakshasa's."

"If you ask me, you just aren't decisive enough. Just beat them into submission. These past few years, you've always spared those few some dignity and refused to suppress them, so they ended up thinking you were afraid of them." The Goddess of Life's voice carried a hint of casual indifference.

The Asura God was immediately amused by her. In the entire God Realm, she was probably the only one who could come up with such an effortless solution. She looked gentle and tender, but whenever there was a dispute, she only knew how to settle it with a fight. "All right, all right. This time, I'll definitely listen to you. I'll teach those few a lesson and make them behave, so they stop causing me trouble. How about that?"

The Goddess of Life rolled her eyes again. This ungrateful wolf—she was speaking up for him, and he was just brushing her off like that. "When are you going to find that successor of yours?"

"It's not time yet. We'll talk once he gets there. But out of all my successors, his luck is the best." The Asura God sighed. Who could have imagined it? The weakest one was instead the one who saw him most often.