Tang Yuan's Return! The Mansion Is Shaken!

Xue Qinghe rushed to the window and stared fixedly at the Blue Silver Emperor Projection in the sky.

That aura made her heart pound even from half of Heaven Dou City away.

"Level ninety-five..."

"How long has it been? He actually broke through again?"

A tempestuous wave surged within Qian Renxue's heart.

Such a cultivation speed was simply unheard of.

Her expression became incomparably complicated.

There was both reverence for the strong and wariness toward an enemy, but more than anything, there was an uncontrollable excitement.

He had finally emerged from seclusion!

Qian Renxue's lips curved upward against her will.

Her heart, which had been silent for so long, began to pound violently once more.

At last, she could see him again.

This time, no matter what, she had to find an excuse to visit the Blue Silver King's Mansion.

Blue Silver King's Mansion, Tang San's courtyard.

After calming his excited emotions, Tang San returned to his room.

He walked to the table and looked at the neatly arranged row of metal objects.

These were the Hidden Weapons he had painstakingly crafted day and night over this period.

A pitch-black Silent Sleeve Arrow, its mechanism exquisitely precise, capable of killing without a trace.

Several Dragon Beard Needles as thin as hair, made specifically to pierce protective qi and incomparably venomous.

And that exquisitely designed, immensely powerful Godly Zhuge Crossbow.

These were the essence of Tang Sect Hidden Weapons.

Tang San reached out and stroked the cold metal surfaces, a trace of determination flashing through his eyes.

He had originally planned to keep these Hidden Weapons for self-defense.

But now, Teacher had emerged from seclusion.

To Tang San, Tang Yuan was not merely the mentor who had imparted knowledge and guidance.

He was like a father, like an elder brother.

In this world, aside from his father Tang Hao, Tang Yuan was the person closest to him.

Moreover, because of Xiao Wu, Tang Yuan held an additional special place in Tang San's heart.

Since they were family, there were no secrets between them.

Tang San carefully stored the Hidden Weapons in his Soul Tool.

He decided to give all these items to Teacher.

Although Teacher's current strength might mean he had no need for such external objects.

This was still a token of his feelings.

Perhaps at some critical moment, these Hidden Weapons could offer Teacher some unexpected assistance.

Tang San straightened his clothes and pushed open the door.

He was going to welcome Teacher home.

Outside Suotuo City, in a desolate wilderness village.

The wind swept dry grass through the air, whirling beneath the roots of broken fence walls.

A ragged figure staggered along the dirt road.

His once-brilliant golden hair was now tangled like weeds, covered in mud and bits of grass.

His face was grimy, but his eyes revealed a vicious ferocity utterly unlike his beggar's attire.

It was Dai Mubai, the Evil Eye White Tiger.

Several months ago, a small-scale disturbance that had not spread too widely broke out within Heaven Dou City.

At the time, he had been confined in that suffocating place, enduring day and night the torment of being looked down upon and humiliated.

That night, flames soared into the sky.

The guards let their guard down for just a moment.

Dai Mubai did not hesitate in the slightest. Without even sparing a glance at the others trapped there, he charged through the flimsy back door like a mad dog.

He escaped.

Rather than escaping a cage, it would be more accurate to say that he was escaping the shadow known as the "Blue Silver King."

It was a fear that had seeped into his bones, followed by hatred twisted to the extreme.

These past days, he had not dared stay at inns, take the main roads, or even use too much Soul Power, terrified that he would be noticed by that person's informants.

The once high and mighty Star Luo Prince now had to fight stray dogs over half a moldy steamed bun.

Dai Mubai spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

Not far ahead, a dilapidated village came into view.

On the crooked wooden sign at the village entrance were several large characters, their paint long since peeled away—Shrek Academy.

At the sight of those words, Dai Mubai's cracked lips trembled slightly.

He had finally found it.

The place established by that old money-grubber, Flender.

Only a lawless place like this, only an academy that accepted monsters alone, could serve as his refuge now.

Dai Mubai clenched his fists.

His knuckles creaked.

Tang Yuan.

And Tang San, who followed behind him, throwing his weight around under someone else's protection.

Those two names were like a pair of red-hot branding irons, scorching his heart every moment.

The hatred of wife-stealing.

The Prince's Humiliation.

Dai Mubai had remembered every last one of these debts.

"I'm a monster..."

Dai Mubai muttered in a low voice, his throat hoarse as though it had been scraped by sandpaper.

"Since I've come to an academy for monsters, then I'll turn myself into a true monster."

He raised his head, his gloomy eyes fixed on Shrek Academy's gates.

One day.

Once I rise again in this place, once my Soul Power surpasses yours.

I'll repay everything you've done to me tenfold, a hundredfold.

That bitch Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuyun, that shameless woman—they will all pay the price.

Dai Mubai took a deep breath and, dragging his heavy steps, entered the academy gates filled with ruin and the unknown.

Heaven Dou City, Blue Silver King's Mansion.

Unlike the clamor outside, the mansion was currently filled with an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

The moment Tang Yuan stepped into the inner courtyard, a pink figure fluttered toward him like a nimble butterfly, carrying a fragrant breeze.

"Teacher!"

Her voice was crisp, with a touch of childish sweetness.

Tang Yuan had barely come to a stop when a pretty little face was already pressed close before him.

Xiao Wu blinked her bright, watery eyes and unceremoniously grabbed Tang Yuan's cheeks with both hands.

She gave them a gentle tug to either side.

"Let Xiao Wu see who's back?"

Xiao Wu said with a cheerful grin, not the least bit restrained despite the fact that he was a world-renowned Titled Douluo.

In her eyes, Tang Yuan was the elder closest to her, someone she could act spoiled and willful around.

Tang Yuan let her have her way with his face and reached out to rub her long scorpion braid.

"What? While I was gone, did you turn the mansion upside down, you little girl?"

Tang Yuan asked, his tone carrying a hint of indulgence.

Xiao Wu immediately released him and shook her head like a rattle drum.

"Of course not!"

"Xiao Wu has been very well-behaved, okay?"

She puffed out her small chest, not yet fully developed but already beginning to take shape, and said proudly:

"I'm really good at taking care of people now!"

"Third Brother spends all day tinkering with that junk metal, while Sister Zhuyun and the others have to cultivate. I'm the one managing lots of things in the mansion."

As she spoke, Xiao Wu grabbed Tang Yuan's hand and pulled him toward the bathing room.

"Teacher, you've been in seclusion for so long. You must be feeling uncomfortable all over."

"I already had hot water prepared. Xiao Wu will go get the soapberries and towels right away, then attend to Teacher's bath!"

Watching Xiao Wu bustle about, Tang Yuan's lips curved into a smile.

This life filled with such ordinary warmth gradually eased the heart he had kept taut through slaughter and cultivation.