Meteorite and Wind Baboon's Duet

Outside the Soul Hunting Forest, the night was as thick as ink that refused to dissipate.

The smell of withered branches and rotten leaves mingled with the dung of unknown soul beasts from afar, drilling straight into his nostrils. Tang San walked one step shallow and one step deep through the shrubbery. His once decent shit green team uniform had long since become rags, hanging on him like a beggar who had been wandering for half a year.

"Cough, cough..."

Tang San clutched his chest and coughed violently twice, his palm filled with black blood threads.

This was a residual side effect of the King of Hell's Post Toxin. Even though he had suppressed it with Mysterious Heaven Skill for three days, his meridians still felt like they were burning. But he didn't care; the physical pain was far less than a ten-thousandth of his inner humiliation.

"Qian Mo... Xiao Wu... Flender..."

He silently recited these names in his heart. Each time he uttered one, the hostility in his eyes intensified.

For these three days, he had been like a street rat. He held the stolen five hundred Gold Soul Coins but dared not enter the city to buy medicine, as his wanted posters were plastered all over the city gates. The artist who drew him with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks on the wanted poster had been killed ten thousand times in his heart.

"When Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility on a person..."

Tang San bit into the dry, bitter tree root in his hand, forcing it down. His eyes were sinister and resolute. "This is only temporary. I am a disciple of the Tang Sect, and I possess secret arts this world cannot comprehend. As long as I can lie low in the Soul Hunting Forest, kill soul beasts, absorb soul rings, practice hidden weapons... one day, I will fight my way back to Suotuo City and turn those who humiliated me into puppets, one by one!"

Just like all protagonists who fall to the bottom, Tang San was undergoing the necessary psychological construction.

At that moment, the grass ahead rustled.

Tang San's eyes sharpened, his body instinctively tensed, and his left hand quietly reached for the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night at his waist. Although the Godly Zhuge Crossbow was destroyed, he still had a few Bone Piercing Nails on him.

"Who?!" Tang San grunted, his Purple Demon Eye, though weak, still emitted a cold glint in the darkness.

The grass parted.

A creature only half a person tall, covered in messy gray fur, jumped out. It had a Thunder God Face, a red buttocks, bared a mouthful of yellow teeth, and was scratching its ears and cheeks at Tang San, letting out a "Ji Ji" of mockery.

Wind Baboon.

An extremely low-level soul beast, probably only Ten-Year Cultivation. Its attack methods were simple and despicable: throwing stones, spitting, or scratching with its not-so-sharp claws. In the Spirit Master World, this was trash that even a First-Level Soul Warrior wouldn't bother looking at.

Seeing that it was such a weakling, Tang San's taut nerves relaxed, followed by a surge of indignant anger.

"Even this kind of beast dares to mock me?"

Tang San laughed, his mouth splitting open, revealing a row of blood-stained teeth.

"Just right, I need fresh blood to mourn my past. Although you are trash, dismembering you should alleviate some of the hatred in my heart."

Tang San slowly raised his still-usable left arm, striking what he considered an extremely cool Opening Stance. Mysterious Jade Hand activated, his palm instantly becoming as warm and hard as jade.

"Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!"

Tang San roared. Although his body staggered, the momentum at that moment made it seem as if he were facing the Pope of the Martial Soul Hall, not a monkey.

The Wind Baboon was startled by this sudden aura, dropping the stone it had just picked up. It turned and prepared to flee.

At the same time, a thousand miles away.

Martial Soul City, the highest terrace of the Papal Palace.

The night breeze was cool and carried a floral fragrance. Qian Mo was lying on a cushioned lying chair, Zhu Zhuqing curled up in his arms like a lazy kitten. She was peeling a crystal clear lychee and feeding it to Qian Mo.

"Open your mouth~" Zhu Zhuqing's voice was soft and sweet. Only in front of Qian Mo would she shed her cold disguise.

Qian Mo comfortably enjoyed being fed, his gaze casually sweeping across the vast starry sky.

"The stars are really bright tonight." Zhu Zhuqing rested her head on Qian Mo's chest, listening to the powerful heartbeat sound, feeling incredibly at ease.

"Yeah." Qian Mo chewed the lychee and suddenly pointed at a meteor streaking across the horizon. "Look at that."

It was an inconspicuous meteor, trailing a long fiery tail, streaking across the southwest of the Douluo Continent.

"They say wishing upon a meteor is very effective." Zhu Zhuqing blinked her eyes.

"Wishing?" Qian Mo let out a scoff. The Auspicious Beast Skull at his brow emitted a faint warmth, and an invisible Law of Causality wave instantly established a connection with the meteor. "I think that meteor looks quite menacing, like it's going to smash some unlucky fellow to death."

"Look at its direction, doesn't it resemble the Soul Hunting Forest?"

Qian Mo's casual remark.

[Peerless Auspiciousness System · Words Become Law (Misfortune Version) triggered.]

[Target locked: Child of Destiny (crippled) Tang San.]

[Law of Causality correction: Meteor orbit shifted by 3.14 degrees, gravitational acceleration increased by 500%.]

In the sky, the meteor, which should have burned out in the atmosphere, suddenly seemed to hear some command. It trembled violently, and a fist-sized High-Density Meteorite Fragment cracked from its core.

This fragment did not continue its interstellar journey. Instead, at a vertical angle that defied common physics, it hurtled straight towards a coordinate in the Soul Hunting Forest with a piercing sonic boom.

Soul Hunting Forest.

Tang San's "Dragon Seizing" hand had just extended, his fingertip only three inches from the nape of the Wind Baboon's neck.

"Die! Ant!"

A cruel light flashed in Tang San's eyes. He had already planned to crush the monkey's limbs after catching it, and then skin it to make a cushion.

Suddenly.

A scalp-tingling palpitation instantly enveloped his entire body. It was the instinctive fear of a creature facing a natural disaster.

Tang San subconsciously looked up.

He didn't have time to think, nor did he have the chance to shout "Wocao."

In his vision, a dazzling ball of fire rapidly enlarged, instantly occupying his entire retina.

"Boom--!!!"

An extremely dull, loud noise exploded in the silent forest.

That fist-sized meteorite fragment, carrying kinetic energy from its descent, landed precisely, as if equipped with a guidance system, squarely on Tang San's raised left shoulder.

"Crack--Pfft!"

The sound of shattering bone and splashing flesh sounded simultaneously.

Tang San didn't even feel pain. The immense shockwave instantly vibrated his brain, making him feel like a nail struck by a great hammer, directly hammered into the soil.

A small pit, two meters in diameter, appeared on the ground.

At the bottom of the pit, Tang San lay spread-eagled. His left shoulder had completely vanished, turning into a pool of mud. He was in a state of severe concussion, eyes rolling back, foaming at the mouth, his limbs twitching unconsciously.

If not for the Mysterious Heaven Skill protecting him, that blow would have smashed him into a meat patty.

But he didn't die.

This was the resilience of a Child of Destiny; even with low health, he always clung to a thread of life.

However, sometimes living is worse than dying.

The Wind Baboon, which had been scared witless, was now hanging from a tree a few meters away, trembling.

It poked its head out, cautiously observing the pit.

That terrifying human... seemed to have stopped moving?

The Wind Baboon blinked its mung bean eyes and tentatively threw a stone.

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"Pat." The stone hit Tang San's forehead, raising a bump.

Tang San didn't react, only his body twitched.

The Wind Baboon was delighted.

A sense of "counter-killing a strong person" erupted in the walnut-sized brain cavity of this low-level soul beast. It jumped down from the tree and, mustering its courage, walked to the edge of the pit.

It smelled the bloody smell, its favorite scent.

"Ji Ji!"

The Wind Baboon let out an excited scream and jumped directly onto Tang San's chest. It first used its claws to fiercely scratch Tang San's already disfigured face several times, leaving several bloodstains that were deep enough to see bone.

The severe pain allowed Tang San, who was on the verge of a coma, to regain a sliver of consciousness.

He struggled to open his eyes, his vision blurry, only seeing a furry monster riding on him.

"Get... get off..."

Tang San wanted to raise his hand but found his left arm gone. His right arm had been crippled long before, and his legs had their meridians broken by the shockwave of the meteorite.

He was now meat on a cutting board.

The Wind Baboon seemed to understand the human's weakness and became even more unscrupulous. It turned around, its back facing Tang San's face.

In that instant, Tang San seemed to realize something, his pupils contracting violently, his eyes revealing unprecedented terror and despair.

"No... don't..."

The Wind Baboon ignored his begging for mercy. It puckered its swollen, thick, and perpetually unwashed backside, which carried a strong fetid smell, aimed it at Tang San's mouth and nose, and sat down heavily.

"Plop."

The world went dark.

Tang San's mouth and nose were tightly blocked by that mass of elasticity and foul smell.

A suffocation sensation instantly struck.

Following it was the biochemical poison gas potent enough to fumigate an elephant.

"Mmmph... mmmph!!!"

Tang San desperately shook his head, trying to fling away the disgusting thing. But to maintain balance, the Wind Baboon's hind legs firmly pressed on his shoulders, and its backside clung tightly like a suction cup.

Oxygen deprivation.

His brain began to congest.

Tang San's lungs felt like they were about to explode. But he couldn't inhale even a wisp of air, only the nauseating baboon body odor.

What is this?

I am a transmigrator! I am a genius of the Tang Sect! I possess twin martial souls!

I should have died in a duel with a Titled Douluo, died under the lightning tribulation of becoming a god, or even died at Qian Mo's hands, which would have been a decent villain's end!

Why... why by the butt of a ten-year Wind Baboon?!

This way of dying is simply the greatest insult to the name "Tang San"!

Tang San's eyes bulged due to congestion, blood tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. He let out a final, silent roar in his heart:

"Qian Mo!!! Was it you!!! I won't let you go even as a ghost!!!"

However, reality was cruel.

One minute later.

Tang San's struggles grew weaker.

Two minutes later.

His legs gave a final kick, and he became completely still.

The generation's "Pure and Chaste" Young Master Tang San, a future seedling God King, in an unknown mud pit, was crippled by a falling meteorite, and finally suffocated to death by a ten-year Wind Baboon sitting on his face.

Aged twelve.

Cause of death: Too unlucky.

The Wind Baboon felt the person beneath it stop moving and stood up with satisfaction. It even urinated on the corpse, then picked up the blood-stained Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night from Tang San's waist. Although it didn't know how to use it, it liked shiny things.

It let out a strange cry and darted into the jungle, hiding its merits and fame.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations to the Host for successfully killing (indirectly causing) the Child of Destiny, Tang San.]

[Detected that the deceased had overwhelming resentment before death, and the death method was extremely creative, judged as "Perfect Harvest".]

[Reward obtained: Qi Luck Plunder Completion (Tang San's remaining Qi Luck has all been converted to Martial Soul Hall's Qi Luck).]

[Extra reward obtained: God-Tier Soul Bone · External Attachment · Eight Spider Lances (Purified version, non-toxic, can evolve into Twelve-Winged Angel Divine Gear Component).]

[Special achievement title obtained: [Friend of Baboons] (When worn, the favorability of all Primate Soul Beasts towards the Host +100).]

Martial Soul City, on the terrace.

The system's prompt sound exploded in Qian Mo's mind.

Qian Mo paused his hand peeling lychees, almost laughing out loud.

"He's dead?"

Although he had expected Tang San to have bad luck, he hadn't expected it to be so... hasty.

"Friend of Baboons... This system is also an expert at messing with people's mentality." Qian Mo shook his head and casually closed the panel.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Zhuqing noticed the change in Qian Mo's mood, raised her head, and her heterochromatic beautiful eyes held a hint of confusion.

"Nothing," Qian Mo put a peeled lychee into her mouth, his fingertip gently brushing her soft lips. "I just feel like this world has suddenly become much quieter."

"That annoying insect will never appear again."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't know what had happened, but since Qian Mo said so, it must be true. She nodded obediently, not asking further.

"What do we do next?" she asked.

Qian Mo stood up and stretched. His White Golden Robe rustled in the night wind. He gazed into the distance, his eyes seeming to pierce through mountains and rivers, landing in the direction of Heaven Dou City.

There, a Tyrannosaurus Rex was heartbroken.

There, a trash Master was looking for a new Host.

"Since Shrek is gone, someone has to continue this play," Qian Mo's lips curved into a playful arc. "I heard there's a Blue Tyrant Academy in Heaven Dou City, and its Dean is a fiery beauty."

"And she seems to have taken in a Lost Dog."

"Let's go, Zhuqing."

Qian Mo took Zhu Zhuqing's hand, their fingers intertwined.

"We're going to Heaven Dou City to collect our spoils. And by the way... give that 'Master' a belated retirement gift."