Journey to the Parallel World

As he looked at the mocking gazes around him, it felt as though he had returned to the day his spirit had awakened more than thirty years ago.

Back then, the fellow disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had looked at him exactly as these people did now.

Hatred surged through his heart. Damn Wu Xian, and all you spectators too—you all deserved to die.

Though his hatred ran deep, he truly could not bring himself to deny his own theories.

To deny the Ten Great Theories would be to deny the first half of his life.

Would that not make him a complete clown?

Just as he was preparing to pretend to faint and never wake up again,

he heard Wu Xian say,

"How about this? You're already quite old. Having you curse yourself would look bad, and more importantly, it disgusts me.

"As the saying goes, a master's debts are repaid by his disciple. Let Tang San take your place and shout three times in front of everyone that he's blind with his eyes open. What do you think?"

The moment those words were spoken, Tang San's expression changed.

He was Pure and Chaste Tang Xiao San. How could he ruin his spotless reputation in public?

He was absolutely unwilling in his heart, but when he looked at Yu Xiaogang, he saw him gazing back expectantly.

Then he looked around and found everyone watching him with strange expressions.

Tang San understood that if he refused to shout, not only would everyone look down on him, but he would also offend his teacher.

He could only grit his teeth and agree. "If my teacher has a task, his disciple shall naturally bear the burden."

Then, with his eyes shut, he cried out tragically,

"I, Tang San, am blind with my eyes open! I, Tang San, am blind with my eyes open! I, Tang San, am blind with my eyes open!"

With every shout, his hatred for Wu Xian deepened. He even began to hate the people around him, and his dissatisfaction with Yu Xiaogang grew immense as well.

He secretly made up his mind. From now on, Yu Xiaogang would only be his teacher, no longer his master.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang's eyes reddened. He hugged Tang San with a moved expression. "Good child, good child."

Though Tang San wore a smile, a chill lay hidden deep within his eyes.

[Bibi Dong: What a useless piece of trash with no sense of responsibility whatsoever. How the fuck did I ever fall for him? Damn it, what bad luck.]

[Liu Erlong: Damn it, what bad luck.]

Liu Erlong and Bibi Dong in the livestream grew angrier the more they watched.

If they were not currently unable to defeat the Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong from Wu Xian's world, they would have rushed over to their counterparts and knocked some sense into them.

With the show over, the teachers and students of Nuoding Academy ignored Tang San and Yu Xiaogang and left Nuoding Academy one after another.

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang had no face left to remain there either. Supporting each other, they left the training field.

Just as Wu Xian was about to leave, a deep voice sounded by his ear. "Kid, come out."

Wu Xian revealed an expression of just as expected and turned toward the outskirts of Nuoding City.

He also wanted to see just how shameless Tang Hao was.

The livestream viewers who had originally planned to log off all stayed behind when they saw there was still more drama to watch.

Nuoding Academy was not far from Nuoding City's gates. In barely over ten minutes, Wu Xian had arrived outside the city.

Along the way, Tang Hao's voice rang out from time to time.

When he entered a quiet forest outside the city, a tall man draped in a black cloak and dressed exactly like an Evil Spirit Master stood in front of Wu Xian.

Wu Xian feigned ignorance and asked, "May I ask why this senior has called me here?"

Tang Hao turned around. A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes when he saw that Wu Xian was not frightened in the slightest.

But he still needed to put him in his place.

Originally, he had planned to obtain the method for absorbing a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring from Wu Xian, then kill him.

But after watching Wu Xian fight, he changed his mind. He wanted to take Wu Xian in as a servant of the Clear Sky Sect, just like the Four-Attribute Family.

After seeing Wu Xian remain so composed, that thought became even stronger.

He took a light step forward. "Kid, you've got some nerve. You actually dared to come outside the city."

"You specifically summoned me here just to compliment me?"

Wu Xian did not intend to waste words with Tang Hao. He still planned to meet Ah Yin offline and had no time to chat with this old geezer.

Seeing that Wu Xian gave him so little face, Tang Hao snorted coldly.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—nine Soul Rings abruptly rose around him. The aura of a Titled Douluo spread wantonly in every direction.

To give Wu Xian a show of force, he deliberately used part of his aura to lock onto him.

Wu Xian only felt his body grow heavy. At the right moment, he activated the Teleportation Talisman in his backpack. A force of space quietly stirred, easily neutralizing Tang Hao's aura suppression.

Tang Hao did not sense this at all. Believing that he had already suppressed Wu Xian, he spoke arrogantly,

"Kid, hand over the secret behind your first Thousand-Year Spirit Ring. Then swear upon your spirit to serve the Clear Sky Sect and become its household servant. I will spare your life. Otherwise..."

Before Wu Xian could say anything, Ah Yin from another world had already exploded.

[Bibi Dong: Ah Yin, your taste in men isn't all that great either.]

[Liu Erlong: Exactly.]

As she watched the two mock her, Ah Yin played dead on the surface, but inwardly she had already hacked Tang Hao into a thousand pieces—if only she could beat him.

She had already decided that if she could not defeat Tang Hao at the Titled Douluo level, could she not defeat the Tang Hao from her own world?

If she did not cripple Tang Hao, she would not be the Blue Silver Emperor.

At the same time, sensing that the Teleportation Talisman was ready, Wu Xian went all out.

"Have you woken up yet, you disloyal, unrighteous, unkind, unfilial piece of trash, Tang Hao?"

Those words struck precisely at the wound Tang Hao least dared to face.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he began panting like a bull.

But suddenly, Tang Hao sensed that something was wrong. He could no longer feel Wu Xian's aura.

The instant he noticed this, the massive hammer in his hand flew out.

With a BOOM, it smashed a huge crater into the spot where Wu Xian had been standing, sending dust billowing everywhere.

When the dust settled, Wu Xian was standing there completely unharmed, looking at him mockingly.

"Hehe, just wait, Tang Hao. I am not yet grown; when I am, all will change. The day I return will be the day your blood is spilled."

Before his voice had even faded, Wu Xian vanished from where he stood. Only his lingering words remained, echoing in Tang Hao's heart.

They cast a faint shadow over his heart.

Tang Hao's gaze turned incomparably gloomy.

A Soul Tool?

He pondered silently. As a former Divine Craftsman, he had seen Soul Tools before.

But he had never seen a Soul Tool capable of spatial teleportation.

As for Wu Xian's threat, he was not particularly worried.

For Wu Xian to reach his level, it would take at least thirty or forty years.

By then, his son Tang San would already have become a Titled Douluo—and a Dual Spirit Titled Douluo at that.

There would be no need to fear Wu Xian's threat at all.

The only pity was that he had failed to obtain Wu Xian's secret of Limitless Soul Ring Absorption.