Bai Ge and Tang San, Heavenly Strategy and the Tang Sect

Bai Ge's single Great Horn attack had scared Zhao Wuji off, an outcome he never could have anticipated.

And so, the test ended in an anticlimactic fashion.

Everything returned to normal. Aside from Bai Ge, as long as Tang San and the other three could last through one incense stick's worth of time against Dai Mubai, what suspense could there possibly be?

After the assessment ended, Dai Mubai led them straight to the dormitories.

Before Dai Mubai could finish speaking, Zhu Zhuqing found herself a wooden cabin, shut the door, and refused to come out.

Seeing Dai Mubai's outstretched hand, Bai Ge nearly died laughing on the spot.

Ning Rongrong said, "Xiao Wu, why don't the two of us share a dorm?"

Xiao Wu glanced at Tang San and smiled as well. "Sure. Then please take good care of me, Rongrong."

Bai Ge looked at Tang San. "Fine, then the two of us will share a room."

"Alright." Tang San nodded.

After making their beds, Bai Ge still wanted to test the waters. He asked, "Tang San, where's your Thousand Machine Box?"

"The Thousand Machine Box was lost long ago..." Tang San stopped halfway through, suddenly realizing something. He asked in astonishment, "You're from the Tang Sect too?"

"No, I'm from Heavenly Strategy," Bai Ge answered gravely.

When Tang San had fought Dai Mubai, he had still thrown out some ordinary hidden weapons, such as flying knives.

So, Bai Ge seeing through his methods did not surprise Tang San.

Tang San gave a bitter smile. "The Thousand Machine Box has been lost since the late Tang Dynasty. Not only that—the Heavenly Net of Deceitful Paths and the Startling Feather Art only remain as names recorded in old texts."

"No wonder. You're from the Tang Sect, yet your internal cultivation method follows a Daoist path."

"And what about you?" Tang San was extremely curious. He had never expected to encounter a fellow countryman after transmigrating.

"I had it even worse. By the era I lived in, even martial arts no longer existed. All that remained was the name Heavenly Strategy."

Tang San and Bai Ge looked at each other in silence.

Bai Ge was not lying to Tang San.

Although Heavenly Strategy had only been a sect in an online game from his past life, and he himself had merely been a player, an ordinary person who knew no martial arts.

Still, on this Douluo Continent where he had no family or friends, when Tang San could proudly declare that he was a disciple of the Tang Sect, only two words echoed within Bai Ge's heart—

Heavenly Strategy.

From seventeen to twenty-seven, he had given the ten most glorious years of his life to JX3, to Heavenly Strategy.

"Slay all villains for Heavenly Strategy's righteousness; with a lone spear, guard Great Tang's soul."

To him, Heavenly Strategy was both faith and home.

It was the identity he recognized most deeply in his heart!

Even though his Martial Soul was Golden Saint Armor, rather than Heavenly Strategy's legendary orange weapon—Weeping Blood.

Overwhelmed by surging emotions, Bai Ge could not help letting out a long howl. His Soul Power churned, his blood and qi roiled, and the medicinal strength that had accumulated within his body after six years of consuming herbs such as ginseng, lingzhi, tiger bone, and snow lotus erupted at once. It forcibly raised his Soul Power by another two ranks, bringing him to level thirty-nine!

Ever since transmigrating here, although Qian Renxue had given him a bond, a reason to remain on Douluo Continent, he had always been alone.

But today, he had finally untied this knot in his heart.

"But why is your Martial Soul armor instead of a spear?"

Tang San stabbed Bai Ge right in the heart again.

"How the hell should I know? I'd been a pure Proud Blood build for twenty years! I'm not Iron Prison!"

"You two little brats, why aren't you asleep in the middle of the night? What the hell are you doing?!" Zhao Wuji's furious voice rang out!

"Going to sleep!" Bai Ge hurriedly called back before falling onto his bed.

Yet he failed to hear the system notification:

Congratulations to the host for resolving an obsession. Reward: Second Martial Soul—Weeping Blood.

Reward: Internal cultivation art "Proud Blood Battle Spirit" integrated.

Early the next morning, Bai Ge pushed open the door and walked out of the dormitory.

Tang San had just returned from cultivating his Purple Demon Eyes.

Bai Ge waved. "Morning, Xiao San. Say, have you eaten breakfast yet?"

"Uh, not yet."

"Then do you know where the cafeteria is?"

Tang San froze for a moment. "This... it seems Dai Mubai didn't tell us yesterday."

"Forget it. We'll look for it in a bit."

The two walked to the door of Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's dormitory, but neither of them went inside.

"Xiao Wu, are you there?" Tang San knocked softly on the door and called out.

After waiting for a while, Rongrong and Xiao Wu came out.

Tang San and Bai Ge had not waited long.

The four followed the smoke from cooking fires, searching along the village road for the cafeteria. Before they knew it, they had reached the outskirts of the village.

Xiao Wu frowned. "Why haven't we found the cafeteria yet? I'm starving to death."

Tang San smiled bitterly as well. "Let's look a little longer. If we still can't find it, we'll buy some food from a farming household."

Just then, a burst of noisy arguing came from nearby. The four followed the sound and saw a boy and a girl arguing not far ahead.

The young pair both appeared quite young. The girl looked to be around fourteen or fifteen.

Her features were ordinary, but she radiated youthful energy. Dressed in plain farm clothes, she was likely the child of one of the village's residents.

The boy arguing with her looked even younger, around Tang San and Xiao Wu's age.

He was not tall. Though chubby all over, he gave off a sturdy impression.

He had short hair and small eyes, while the flesh on his face bulged from his plumpness, making him look somewhat adorable.

Most amusingly, he had two little streaks of mustache above his lips, seemingly newly grown after puberty. No matter how one looked at them, they resembled a pair of rat whiskers.

The girl looked at the chubby boy, fear visible in her eyes. "Ma Hongjun, don't come looking for me anymore. I won't be with you."

The chubby boy said in a strange tone, "Cui Hua, haven't I treated you well? Why do you want to break up with me?"

Tang San and Xiao Wu exchanged glances, both seeing the amusement in each other's eyes. Kids these days really started dating early—at such a young age, they were already talking about breaking up.

The two could not help stopping to watch with great interest.

Ning Rongrong glanced at Bai Ge and stamped her foot indignantly.

Cui Hua's face suddenly reddened. "You have treated me well, but I really can't stand you.

"We aren't suitable for each other. You should find someone else.

"Besides, I'm several years older than you. We really aren't suitable. Please, don't come looking for me again."

The chubby boy, Ma Hongjun, snapped angrily, "What do you mean, you can't stand me?

"I really don't understand what you girls are thinking.

"Fine, we can break up. But do it with me one more time, and then I'll break up with you. Otherwise, no way."

As he spoke, the chubby boy reached out to grab Cui Hua.

Like a frightened little rabbit, Cui Hua hurriedly backed away. But the chubby boy was fast, and he still seized her hand.

Cui Hua pleaded, "No, don't. Please just let me go. Are you even human?"

Xiao Wu could not stand it any longer and leaped out in a single step. "Stop!"

Readers familiar with Xiao Ha's books already know that the protagonists in Xiao Ha's stories must learn Heavenly Strategy's martial arts.

The first two books were taken down.

While writing the previous book, Martial Dao Sword Immortal, Xiao Ha's mindset collapsed.

This one was written on a whim after rewatching the Douluo anime. It can be considered a sister sequel to Martial Dao Sword Immortal, and barely counts as an explanation.