Nightmare

"I'm part of his daughter?"

Lin Qiu'er's face was full of disbelief. How could she possibly be Tang San's daughter?

Lin Ye said, "Ridiculous, right? But that's what he said.

Maybe only this way could his daughter take over your inheritance with a clear conscience."

"Damn it, bastard..."

Lin Qiu'er was so furious she felt like her lungs would burst, but her vocabulary wasn't rich enough, so she just repeated "damn it" and "bastard" over and over.

Xue Di frowned. She noticed a suspicious point—Lin Ye had said this happened ten thousand years later. Tang San was only human; how could he have lived that long?

Right then, she voiced her doubt.

Lin Ye explained, "That's because Tang San successfully inherited a God Position later on."

So that was it. Xue Di suddenly understood. No wonder Lin Ye was so determined to screw over Tang San—it turned out Tang San had the potential to become a god.

"That damn human. I'll go back and kill him right now," Lin Qiu'er said fiercely.

Lin Ye picked Lin Qiu'er up, set her on his lap, and gently stroked her back to smooth down her bristling fur.

"Don't be impulsive. If I could kill him, I'd have done it long ago. I wouldn't have let him live until now."

"Why can't we kill him? No matter how great he'll be in the future, right now he's just a tiny Soul Master. One swipe of my claw and he's dead." Lin Qiu'er waved her front paw, her little face puffed up in anger, looking very cute.

Lin Ye shook his head. "That little punk has already caught the eye of some Dog God in the God Realm. Even if we kill him now, that Dog God will just revive him. Then the little punk will go into hiding, and how will we torment him then?"

Lin Qiu'er was indignant. "So we just do nothing?"

"That's not it either. Since we can't kill him, we destroy his talent and turn him into a useless waste."

Xue Di, who had been silent all along, suddenly asked, "Since Tang San is already being watched by that... that Dog God, aren't you afraid of bringing trouble on yourself by messing with him like this?"

Xue Di was worried inside. If it were a Soul Master, she had absolute confidence she could keep Lin Ye safe.

But if someone from the God Realm stepped in, she would be powerless, and even her own safety would be at risk.

Lin Ye chuckled lightly. "So what? Since we're already enemies, I can't just let that little punk grow up smoothly.

Sister Xue Nu, don't worry. The God Realm has its own rules. Gods can't just meddle in the affairs of the continent.

Besides, that Dog God isn't Tang San's father. The God Position isn't exclusive to Tang San either."

Lin Ye really didn't believe that, with a future full of ten-year trash soul rings, the Sea God and Asura God would still take a liking to such a waste.

"As long as you know what you're doing." Xue Di nodded and stopped interrupting.

"You know so clearly about things ten thousand years from now, so why..."

Lin Qiu'er started to ask again. She originally wanted to ask why Lin Ye hadn't helped her, but she stopped mid-sentence. He wasn't her anything, so why would he help her?

Lin Ye could tell what she wanted to ask.

"You want to ask why I didn't help you, right?"

Lin Qiu'er shyly nodded her little head.

Lin Ye thought to himself, I can't exactly tell you I know this from the original story. In Douluo Dalu II, I don't even exist.

So he had to keep lying.

"In the original course of history, we didn't even know each other."

Lin Qiu'er felt something was off, but she still nodded to show she understood.

Lin Ye patted her head and said generously, "Don't worry. That was the original history. Now it's different.

I came back from the future, so things are bound to change. It's called the butterfly effect.

Take that little punk, for example. His original First Soul Ring wasn't a ten-year one. Trust me, from now on, he'll only suffer more."

Hearing this, Lin Qiu'er's eyes lit up, and her mood lifted.

Lin Ye smiled. "See how good I am to you? From now on, you have to behave, got it? If you perform well, I might consider letting you be my mount."

As he spoke, he put his hand on her smooth fur again and started stroking back and forth.

"Go to hell! I'm not being your mount!" Lin Qiu'er swiped a claw at him.

"Ow! You little ungrateful thing."

"Hmph! That's what you get for pissing me off."

"..."

The one human and one beast tussled, laughter ringing out.

Three days later, Star Dou Great Forest, Mixed Area.

A gentle breeze blew, leaves rustled, and sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, scattering fine golden spots.

"Hoo!"

Lin Ye let out a long breath, his tightly shut eyes slowly opening.

The Ghost Spirit flickered faintly behind him, and beneath his feet, a purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring had already materialized.

The Second Soul Ring's age was 6100 years.

After absorbing this soul ring, combined with the earlier fusion of Ah Yin's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, his soul power leaped straight to level 25.

This sent him into a frenzy of joy—indeed, cheating once feels great, but cheating forever feels even better.

Second Soul Skill—Nightmare.

Its ability was to create illusions.

The illusions crafted by Nightmare could affect all aspects of perception, including sight, touch, and smell.

For example, if someone was hit by the Nightmare Soul Skill, you could stand right in front of them and cut off their Little Dick, and they wouldn't even notice.

"Not bad, not bad. This soul skill is interesting. Xiao Biesan, you're in for a treat, hehehe..." Lin Ye's laugh was sinister, sending chills down anyone's spine.

Time flew by like a white horse passing through a crack—before they knew it, three years had quietly slipped away.

At Notting Academy, Tang San excitedly found Yu Xiaogang.

"Teacher, I've broken through to level 20."

Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed at the news, his reaction even more intense than Tang San's own. "Really? That's great, Xiao San. You haven't let me down."

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang with eager eyes.

Yu Xiaogang immediately understood and patted Tang San's shoulder with satisfaction. "Xiao San, go back and prepare. Tomorrow, we'll set out to find you a suitable soul ring."

After sending Tang San off, Yu Xiaogang went out to find the Headmaster of Notting Academy.

He had no choice—his own strength was too pathetic. Helping Tang San hunt his First Soul Ring was barely manageable, but the Second Soul Ring was a bit out of his league, so he had to seek outside help.

That outside help was the Headmaster of Notting Academy.

He had known the Headmaster for many years, and their relationship was decent enough; otherwise, he wouldn't have come here to freeload.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lin Ye also learned from Xue Di the good news of Tang San's soul power breakthrough.

"Xue Nu, has that guy Tang Hao still not come back?" Lin Ye asked.

He asked this because, starting two years ago, Tang Hao had left. Although he returned every so often, each stay was very short.

During this period, major events kept happening across the continent.

Branches of Martial Soul Hall, established throughout the continent, were constantly being attacked. And each time, the culprit managed to escape unscathed.

Lin Ye didn't need to think twice to know this was Tang Hao's handiwork.

But since Xiao Biesan was about to reach level 20, Tang Hao should be coming back soon, right?