Tang San's Body Seizure Exposed! Ah Yin's Blood Feud! Fourth on the Golden Ranking!

Sunset Forest.

By the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Ah Yin, who was wholeheartedly accepting Gu Nian's inheritance, also witnessed this scene on the Sky Screen.

When she saw the weak, pure soul that belonged to her child being mercilessly devoured by another unfamiliar soul.

The last shred of attachment and longing born from a mother's instinct snapped with a crack.

So... that was how it was.

So, my child had already died the moment he was born.

This Otherworldly Soul called Tang San had stolen his body, devoured his soul, and completely erased him from this world!

That so-called sacrifice, that so-called deep bond between mother and son—it had all been a joke from beginning to end!

The one she had protected, the one she had sacrificed herself for, was not her son at all!

It was the murderer who had killed her son!

Ah Yin slowly closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, her azure eyes held no more confusion or lingering attachment—only endless clarity and resolve.

Everything from the past had been completely severed.

All her focus sank into the supreme Dao Rhyme Gu Nian had bestowed upon her, absorbing it frantically, transforming.

Yet in the deepest part of her soul, an icy oath had already been sworn.

The hatred of killing one's child was irreconcilable!

Shrek Academy.

Everyone's gazes were like tangible blades, slicing back and forth across Tang San's face.

Dai Mubai and the others instinctively retreated half a step.

Distance, fear, unfamiliarity.

Those emotions were plainly written on the faces of his former companions.

Yet amid the silence that was nearly enough to drive someone mad, a hand landed steadily on Tang San's shoulder.

It was Yu Xiaogang.

The awkwardness on his face had long vanished, replaced by an unusual firmness.

A visitor from beyond? Possession and rebirth?

So what!

An unprecedented light gleamed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

He did not care where Tang San's soul had come from, much less whether that infant he had never met was alive or dead.

What he cared about was the Tang San standing before him!

His disciple!

The perfect practitioner of his theories!

The vessel of all his glory and hopes for the rest of his life!

A god!

If he could guide a god, then he, Yu Xiaogang, would become the first "Imperial Tutor" in all the ages of Douluo Continent, with boundless merit!

More importantly...

He could follow Tang San and ascend to the God Realm, gaining eternal life!

Longevity!

This was the deepest desire Yu Xiaogang had pursued throughout his life!

Compared to longevity, what did the origins of a disciple matter?

"Little San."

Yu Xiaogang's voice was not loud, but it carried a strength.

"No matter who you are or where you came from, you are my disciple."

"With your teacher here, don't be afraid."

In an unknown valley.

Amid a pile of jagged rocks, a tall, disheveled figure abruptly rose to his feet. The wine gourd in his hand was crushed into a flat disc with a bang.

Tang Hao's eyes were reddened, and the killing intent radiating from his body froze the surrounding air into frost.

"Possession... rebirth..."

He enunciated each word, his chest heaving violently.

A fury at being deceived shot straight to his head!

No wonder!

No wonder that child had been so sensible since he was little—so sensible that he did not seem like a child at all!

No wonder he could cook for himself at six years old and take care of a drunkard father!

No wonder, at such a young age, his thoughts had been so profound, his eyes always hiding a maturity that did not belong to his years!

So... so from the very beginning, he had not been my son!

My real son, the child Ah Yin and I had, had died at the hands of that evil ghost from another world the moment he was born!

"Boom!"

The phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer flashed and vanished. A colossal boulder beside him weighing tens of thousands of jin instantly crumbled into dust.

Tang Hao threw back his head, releasing a suppressed roar from deep within his throat.

Yet after the roar came a deathly silence.

His fury gradually faded, replaced by a far more complicated calculation.

Kill this impostor and avenge his biological son?

The thought only flashed through his mind before he forcibly snuffed it out.

The dead could not be brought back to life.

Killing Tang San would serve no purpose beyond venting his anger.

But if he kept him...

Tang Hao's gaze returned to the Sky Screen.

Fourth on the Talent Ranking!

Twin Martial Souls!

With such potential, he could one day shake Spirit Hall and perhaps even... become a god!

To reclaim Ah Yin, relying on himself alone offered little hope.

But if Tang San helped him...

The crimson in Tang Hao's eyes gradually receded, and reason regained the upper hand.

He took a deep breath and buried the venomous hatred of losing his son deep within his heart.

Let's just... let's just pretend none of this ever happened.

Now, I have to find him and strengthen the "father-son bond" between us.

I need him to know that no matter what happens, I, his father, will stand by his side.

Only then would he willingly help me reclaim Ah Yin in the future!

Tang Hao's figure turned into a black streak and vanished at the end of the valley.

Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Gu Nian watched the farce on the Sky Screen without the slightest ripple in his expression.

"Fourth is a fair ranking."

He offered his assessment calmly.

He had anticipated this result long ago.

As for the three ranked above him, he knew who they were as well.

Beside him, the sacred flames surrounding Qian Renxue slowly withdrew into her body. She opened her eyes, and her golden pupils shone with astonishing brilliance.

Gu Nian's few pointers had allowed her to see an entirely new path, one she had never imagined before.

She glanced at Tang San on the Sky Screen, a faint smile curling at the corner of her lips.

"Inheriting the accumulation of a past life is ultimately taking a shortcut—a lesser path."

"The origin of my Six-winged Angel is not the Angel God, but that first wisp of light."

She looked at Gu Nian, her gaze brimming with blazing confidence and fighting spirit.

"Senior, when this ranking appears again someday, Qian Renxue will certainly claim a place in the top three!"

Spirit City, Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong sat upon the magnificent Pope's Throne, poised and dignified. Yet the fingers clutching her scepter had turned faintly white from the force of her grip.

A Visitor from Beyond?

So that was it.

The shadow in her heart, born from her future defeat at Tang San's hands, dissipated by more than half at that moment.

I wasn't defeated by a teenage boy.

I was defeated by an old ghost from another world who had lived for who knew how many years.

Thinking of it that way, it no longer seemed quite so unacceptable.

But immediately afterward, an even colder killing intent rose from the depths of her heart.

Now that she knew his true background, she could not give him any chance to grow!

Once such an otherworldly visitor blessed with immense fortune gained power, he would surely become a grave threat!

"Convey my orders."

Bibi Dong's imposing voice echoed through the empty hall.

"Mobilize every force we can mobilize. At any cost, find Tang San."

"Kill without mercy!"

"An otherworldly visitor has no right to seize Douluo's fortune. He should obediently go die!"