The Protagonist's Mother Really Smelled Good!

Inside Nuoding Academy's infirmary, Xiao Wu anxiously watched Tang San lying on the bed. Beside her stood Yu Xiaogang, who had rushed over in a hurry, along with several infirmary teachers.

Earlier, Xiao Wu had sensed Tang Hao's aura. The pressure of his immense presence had been so overwhelming that she had not dared make any rash move.

Only after Tang Hao left did she have several classmates carry Tang San to the infirmary.

At that moment, aside from the anxiety Xiao Wu was pretending to feel, all that remained on her face was frustration.

And since a classmate had been injured, such an expression was perfectly normal. None of the other teachers found it strange.

But Xiao Wu was not frustrated because of Tang San. She was frustrated because of Mu Zhe—that damned demon.

Thinking back on the strange incident during their spar, it seemed that before Tang San lost focus, he had been shrouded by a shadow. Then his entire body went weak, allowing her kick to knock his neck crooked.

And she had only ever seen that method used by Mu Zhe.

Xiao Wu had originally thought that Mu Zhe's withdrawal from school meant he had lost interest in her. Yet she had not expected that, after several months apart, Mu Zhe had actually returned.

What frustrated Xiao Wu even more was that not only had Mu Zhe returned, but Tang Hao was also watching her at all times.

"Xiao Wu, what exactly happened? It was only a spar between classmates—how did you injure Little San so badly?"

At her side, Yu Xiaogang looked at Xiao Wu, the other party involved, with blazing anger visible in his eyes.

Who would have thought that one could know a person's face but not their heart? Xiao Wu usually appeared to have such a good relationship with Little San, yet she had actually struck so viciously during a spar.

If Tang San ended up crippled, where was he supposed to find another Twin Martial Souls possessor with Innate Full Soul Power? Xiao Wu?

Although Xiao Wu's talent was quite good, she was wild by nature and simply could not possibly obey him.

Besides!

Seeing Tang San's crooked neck also reminded him of unpleasant memories.

"I... I don't know what happened either. I just casually kicked him, but I didn't expect Little San to fail to block it."

A clear flash of panic crossed Xiao Wu's eyes, and she stammered as she spoke.

But she really did not know how to explain it!

After all, it involved that demon. If she exposed information about him, would he retaliate against her?

What if he told Spirit Hall about her, Da Ming, and Er Ming?

Perhaps before long, their family would be reunited with Mother underground?

"Hmph, casually kicked him? A casual kick could leave Little San like this? Do you take me for a fool?"

"Little San has my guidance and possesses a whole body of extraordinary skills. How could you possibly beat him into this state? You must have been jealous of Little San's talent and used some underhanded method to injure him!"

Seeing Xiao Wu's guilty appearance, Yu Xiaogang became even more convinced. He immediately voiced the still-unformed suspicion in his heart, even pointing at Xiao Wu and berating her.

After all!

No matter what, someone had to take the blame. Tang San was the son of the Clear Sky Douluo—what if the Clear Sky Douluo came to accuse him of failing to look after Tang San properly?

By then, he would be finished. He would not even need to think about Twin Martial Souls anymore, much less proving himself!

In short, he could not bear the consequences. Xiao Wu had to take the blame.

"I... I really don't know what happened. Little San seemed to lose focus for a moment, and then he didn't resist at all."

Yet no matter how harshly Yu Xiaogang scolded her, Xiao Wu still did not reveal Mu Zhe's existence.

However, a faint hint of killing intent was hidden in the eyes with which she looked at Yu Xiaogang.

She might only be able to obediently compromise in front of Mu Zhe, but did he really think she was some well-behaved girl?

She, Xiao Wu, was the boss of Nuoding Academy, and she even had two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts under her command.

In any case, she would not let Yu Xiaogang off so easily.

In the end, it was the medical teacher beside them who could no longer stand watching. He stepped forward and stopped Yu Xiaogang.

"Master, student Tang San is not seriously injured. He was merely knocked unconscious by student Xiao Wu's kick."

The medical teacher was utterly speechless. Since when did a Soul Grandmaster dare act so arrogantly before someone with Innate Full Soul Power? In just a few years, Xiao Wu's soul power might break through level thirty. At that time, Yu Xiaogang, were you sure you could still remain unharmed?

Or did taking Tang San as your disciple mean you could act without restraint?

After speaking, the medical teacher cast Yu Xiaogang a glance, the contempt in his eyes completely undisguised.

"You..."

Yu Xiaogang happened to see that look. He was instantly so furious he nearly exploded, but he could only force himself to suppress it and not dare lash out. "Then why is Little San so weak?"

"How would I know?"

How could the medical teacher possibly detect an injury to the soul? He could only confirm that Tang San had been kicked and was now unconscious.

But he could not explain Tang San's inexplicable weakness either.

Just as everyone was arguing, Tang San, who lay on the bed, moved. His fingers trembled lightly, and before long, his eyes slowly opened as well.

"Where am I?"

At his words, everyone turned to look at Tang San.

"Little San, you're awake! You scared me to death just now."

"Little San, what happened just now? If something happened to you, how could I ever explain it to your father?!"

"Student Tang San, do you feel unwell anywhere?"

At once, Xiao Wu and Yu Xiaogang were both overjoyed.

Xiao Wu was delighted because if Tang San failed to wake up, Tang Hao would turn her into a spicy rabbit head tonight. Yu Xiaogang was delighted because Tang Hao would not blame him.

Hiss!

Looking at it this way, Tang Hao really was a great villain!

Tang San slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Xiao Wu's concerned gaze, and warmth immediately filled his heart.

But before he could savor the feeling, Yu Xiaogang's face filled his vision.

Damn!

Why the hell are you blocking my Xiao Wu?!

Crack!

Just as Tang San reacted violently, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his neck. He even heard something crack!

"Hiss! What's wrong with my neck?"

Tang San touched his neck, and his expression changed drastically. It was still in excruciating pain, and more importantly, it... seemed crooked!

"Little San, I'm sorry. I... I was the one who kicked you."

Xiao Wu's face was filled with guilt. She did not even dare look Tang San in the eyes, her little hands unconsciously twisting together behind her back.

"Xiao Wu, it's not your fault. It was all because I got distracted during our spar."

Seeing Xiao Wu's guilty expression, Tang San's heart inexplicably ached.

Right now, he only wanted to slap himself. Why did he have to bring up exactly the wrong thing and make Xiao Wu sad?

Besides!

He had already recalled how strange things had been during their spar. It could not really be counted as Xiao Wu's fault.

"Xiao Wu, did you sense anything unusual during our spar? For example... a shadowy figure?"

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu with certainty in his eyes. Xiao Wu was somewhat surprised; she had not expected Tang San to remember those details.

In the end, Xiao Wu could only nod. "I think there was one, but it was too dark at the time, so I couldn't see clearly either."

Tang San immediately breathed a sigh of relief. This confirmed his suspicions—it had been that shadowy figure, and none of it had anything to do with Xiao Wu.

But who exactly had attacked him?

Hm? A shadowy figure?

Yu Xiaogang seemed to have thought of something. The last time he had been ambushed, he had not seen clearly either, but he could tell that those people had also been shrouded in shadow.

"Little San, I already have a guess. I was once attacked by enemies covered in shadow as well. At the time, I concluded that they were from Spirit Hall. Now that you've taken me as your master, they may have shifted their target to you."

Having wrongly accused Xiao Wu just now, Yu Xiaogang was desperate to restore his standing.

Even if it was not Spirit Hall, he could still smear Spirit Hall's name. In any case, he had to raise Tang San to hate Spirit Hall, so that one day he could ruthlessly slap the faces of those Spirit Hall people who had looked down on him.

As Yu Xiaogang leaned closer and closer, Tang San's heart trembled. Then he vaguely caught a faint unpleasant smell. His body unconsciously shifted to the side as he held his breath.

He still remembered the grudge between Yu Xiaogang and that black-robed man.

Ever since returning from the spirit hunt two years ago, Tang San had not dared vent his anger on the black-robed man and could only take it out on Yu Xiaogang, putting laxatives in his tea every day.

But unexpectedly, after only a few weeks, going to the toilet had become a reflex for Yu Xiaogang. He went at least six times a day, and now there was a faint odor lingering around him.

Yet Tang San still had to listen to Yu Xiaogang's lessons every day, so in the end, he was the one who suffered.

But now, he felt deeply confused. The black-robed man had not appeared again, while Yu Xiaogang had diligently taught him knowledge. For a moment, he could no longer tell whether either of them was sincere or false.

"Spirit Hall?"

Tang San silently remembered the name. Spirit Hall had many experts, so it was indeed possible that they had secretly targeted him.

However, he soon set the matter aside for the time being and began circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill to regulate his body.

But before long, his brows unconsciously furrowed, and a horrified expression appeared on his face.

What the hell was going on?

Why had my Mysterious Heaven Skill become so sluggish?

The Mysterious Heaven Skill within Tang San had not regressed. He only felt as if there was something wrong with his memories.

In an instant, it was as though he had returned to the past, to when he had first begun learning the Mysterious Heaven Skill. He had overlooked many details of its circulation, as though he had forgotten something. Yet when he carefully thought back, everything was still there.

In a corner of Nuoding Academy, a black-robed man silently watched the situation in the infirmary.

Seeing that Xiao Wu still cared so much about Tang San, Tang Hao was immediately overjoyed, and a relieved expression appeared on his face.

"Good thing she didn't notice anything unusual."

He had truly feared that, because of that pressure just now, Xiao Wu would run away while he was absent from Nuoding City. If that happened, Tang San's hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring would be gone.

But judging from Xiao Wu's behavior, she had clearly developed feelings for him. There was no need for Tang Hao to worry too much anymore.

After confirming once again that Tang San was all right, Tang Hao turned and left Nuoding Academy.

In Nuoding City, Tang Hao looked down at the perfectly normal streets below, confusion appearing on his face.

He had still been somewhat uneasy just now, so he had surveyed Nuoding City inside and out several more times, yet he never detected that killing intent again.

"Who exactly was it? Why did they set their sights on Little San?"

That was what he could never figure out. Although they had ambushed Tang San, they had not tried to kill him.

Late at night, everyone at Nuoding Academy was asleep.

Tang Hao quietly came to Tang San's bed and glanced at the sleeping Xiao Wu beside him, a trace of killing intent flashing through his eyes.

If not for this soul beast, Tang San would not have been hurt so badly.

Look at him—his neck had even been kicked crooked!

Tang Hao reached out and grabbed Tang San's wrist. A stream of Soul Power flowed into his body, probing for anything abnormal.

"Everything's actually normal!"

Tang Hao still could not quite believe it. Everything in Tang San's body was normal; his Soul Power had even broken through level twenty.

Was this supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?

Fuck!

In the end, Tang Hao did not dwell on it any further. He would be staying by Tang San's side during this period anyway. Even if enemies attacked, he was confident he could drive them back.

After straightening Tang San's crooked neck, he left Nuoding Academy.

In the darkness, Xiao Wu slowly opened her eyes, a trace of resentment flashing through them.

How could she not have sensed the hint of killing intent Tang Hao had directed at her? Her body had even trembled for an instant because of it, though she forcefully suppressed it.

In the end, Xiao Wu could only remember the grudge, but a teardrop still slipped from the corner of her eye.

She could not even leave Nuoding City—how could she speak of avenging her mother?

Wanghun Village. In the early morning, wisps of cooking smoke rose from every household. Drifting together, they resembled a sea of clouds in the sky.

At that moment, a youth walked in through the village entrance, a small blade of grass wrapped around his hand. Mu Zhe had not originally intended to return to Wanghun Village.

But the strange emotion deep within him had been affecting his mind more and more frequently. He only hoped that returning to Wanghun Village would help him find the feelings he once had.

Yet it seemed useless. Mu Zhe was still inexplicably irritable. His original emotions constantly clashed with the pride surging from within, making him unbearably uncomfortable.

Yes, he had figured it out by now. All his arrogance and confidence came from that proud emotion. But that emotion should never have belonged to him in the first place.

Perhaps his Martial Soul had released something extraordinary. If one used powerful strength, one should naturally bear its price.

"Is this your village? It doesn't seem particularly special."

There was indeed nothing special about this village. Like countless other villages, its residents rose early to prepare breakfast, then took their farming tools out to work the fields.

Yet from such an ordinary village had come such a remarkable human as Mu Zhe.

Mu Zhe's brows faintly furrowed, though his expression remained calm. "Of course there's nothing special about it. It's just an ordinary village."

The old village chief's home was at the village entrance. Before long, Mu Zhe arrived outside his courtyard.

The old village chief was preparing breakfast in the yard. Hearing movement outside, he thought some villager had come to see him about something and hurried out to greet them.

However, when he stepped outside and saw the visitor, the youth looked somewhat familiar, yet was clearly not someone from the village.

"You are?"

Mu Zhe's emotions were complicated. "Grandpa, it's me, Mu Zhe."

Soul Masters' bodies grew very quickly. Presumably, the old village chief had not expected him to have grown so much.

Recognizing his voice, the old village chief was somewhat stunned. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "My good grandson, what happened to you?"

When he raised his hand, it barely reached Mu Zhe's chest. This was fucking eight years old?

It was just so sudden!

Mu Zhe was nominally eight but actually nine, belonging to the type who awakened relatively late. Yet he had grown this tall in only two years—the old village chief found it hard to believe.

"Grandpa, Soul Masters are all like this."

"Oh, oh, I see. Grandpa just can't believe you've changed so much after only two years." The old village chief wiped the startled sweat from his head as he spoke.

"Hehe, but it's good that you're back. Have you eaten breakfast? Grandpa will prepare a portion for you too."

No longer dwelling on Mu Zhe's height, the old village chief smilingly ushered his grandson into the house.

In the end, Mu Zhe stayed in Wanghun Village for only one day. He could no longer bear that proud emotion; the longer he stayed by the old village chief's side, the more intense the conflict became.

He could only leave behind a farewell letter and a Gold Soul Coin, then prepare to leave Wanghun Village under cover of night.

But just then, Ah Yin's weary voice slowly sounded. "Mu Zhe, why don't you plant me in the village? I don't want to keep wandering anymore."

The youth beside her was becoming more and more unfamiliar, and she felt only exhaustion. If nothing could return to how it had been, she might as well take root in this village.

Mu Zhe was utterly speechless inside.

"Ah Yin, Ah Yin, how could you fall this far? Have you already forgotten your grudge against Tang Hao? Besides, this isn't where you belong. You are the queen of the Blue Silver Forest—could you really bear to abandon your people?"

Though he sounded as if he were persuading her, Mu Zhe's heart was filled more with possessiveness toward Ah Yin. No matter what, the protagonist's mother was simply too alluring. How could he possibly plant Ah Yin here?

"But right now, I'm only a soul beast less than a hundred years old. Even if I am the queen, it would be difficult to convince the others."

"You don't need to worry about strength. Do you remember the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well from Tang San's Memories? That treasure land can restore your cultivation. Even cultivating a human form again wouldn't be a problem."

"Really?"

All of a sudden, Ah Yin's voice was filled with excitement.

She had originally only wanted to find some excuse to refuse Mu Zhe, but she had never expected him to give her a reason she simply could not reject. If she could recover, who would be willing to live as a mere blade of grass?

Plants could only remain rooted in one patch of land. It was far too lonely. Otherwise, she would not have chosen Humanoid Transformation back then and left the Blue Silver Forest.

Since Mu Zhe said Douluo Continent had an Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, then it certainly existed.