Douluo: Neighbor Tang San Comes to My House to Use the Wi-Fi

"Bang." With a loud explosion, colorful fireworks bloomed in the sky.

The three of them looked up instinctively, taking in the perfect painting that unfolded before their eyes.

At this moment, Lan Yingying turned her head and said to Nan Xuan, "Nan Xuan, tell me, do I still have a choice now?"

Nan Xuan did not understand the implication of this question and remained silent.

"Perhaps, from the day I chose to become your spirit ring, I lost the ability to choose."

Nan Xuan finally understood what she meant by that.

"It's not that you don't have a choice; you simply have a better one. You must believe that this world is still worth having people you care about." Nan Xuan wiped the tears from the corners of Lan Yingying's eyes and comforted her.

"Mm." Lan Yingying replied softly.

Liu Mumu, standing to the side, did not disturb the two of them; she felt that her matchmaking plan was about to succeed.

Lan Yingying suddenly wrapped her arms around Nan Xuan's waist, stood on her tiptoes, and gently kissed his lips.

"Whoa." Watching this scene, Liu Mumu excitedly pulled out her Network Card and recorded the moment.

Nan Xuan felt the warmth radiating from Lan Yingying's thin lips, which made it impossible for him to suppress the desire in his heart any longer.

After feeling his response, Lan Yingying held him even tighter. She was afraid that her sudden boldness would make Nan Xuan feel repulsed, leaving her with no room left to retreat.

A long while later, their lips parted.

"Actually, you didn't need to do this. You will always have a choice with me." Nan Xuan said, feeling that he had guessed her thoughts.

In truth, Nan Xuan had never really restricted her. Aside from telling her not to reveal her identity a few years ago, he had imposed almost no other constraints.

"I know. I am your spirit ring, and I can feel your heart. That is why I have my own choice, and this is it." Lan Yingying leaned her head against Nan Xuan's chest and said calmly.

Last night, through the spirit ring, Lan Yingying had learned of Nan Xuan's deepest thoughts. Although it was embarrassing, it was enough to prove that this man loved her even more, and she felt that being with him as his woman would be even more harmonious in the future.

Nan Xuan hugged the person in his arms tighter and could only sigh, "Tang Hao, you are unworthy."

Nan Xuan held Lan Yingying, and his spirit power formed a tide that enveloped both her and Liu Mumu, carrying them as he flew toward his room.

Liu Mumu was a bit dazed. If you two want to do your own thing, fine, but why drag me into it? Even if I don't resist, it doesn't mean I like giving myself away for free.

Back on the large white bed in the room, looking at Lan Yingying so close at hand, Nan Xuan suddenly felt the surrounding air grow hot.

Perhaps Lan Yingying understood Nan Xuan's predicament; she gently unbuttoned his coat, and slowly...

Lan Yingying looked at his body, her face flushed with a deep red.

Nan Xuan looked at the person beneath him and said with a smile, "You should still remember how, right?"

"You're annoying." Lan Yingying let out a coquettish huff. How could he say such a thing out loud?

Liu Mumu, off to the side, watched the two of them in a daze.

"How about we bully Mumu first?" Nan Xuan looked at the twin-tailed girl beside them, a wicked smile flashing across his lips.

Liu Mumu nervously covered her chest. Nan Xuan rested one hand on her shoulder and said with a mischievous grin, "Scholar Liu, shouldn't you show us what you've learned?"

Liu Mumu felt Nan Xuan's hand graze across her thigh.

"But... I didn't study this," Liu Mumu stammered.

"Oh? Then what did you study? Is your major not to your taste, or are you just lacking a life mentor?" Nan Xuan leaned his face against hers and whispered.

Liu Mumu thought he was so annoying. She was already stripped bare, so he could do whatever he wanted—why did he have to make her answer questions?

"Yingying, what do you think Mumu is lacking?" Nan Xuan looked at Lan Yingying beside them and asked with a smile.

"Hehe, I think she's just missing a good teacher." Lan Yingying provided the answer for Liu Mumu.

Liu Mumu's heart raced as she sought help from Lan Yingying's gaze.

The next morning, Nan Xuan lay in bed, looking at his right-hand women, then pulled them closer and held them tight.

Lan Yingying lay beside Nan Xuan and said shyly, "How much longer do you plan to lie there? It's time to get up. Didn't you say we were going to Chen Gao to demand an explanation today?"

Nan Xuan was forced to crawl out of the nest of comfort, kissed both of them gently on the forehead, and went to wash up.

Lan Yingying looked at her good sister with a giggle and said softly, "Stop pretending to be asleep. That guy went to wash up."

"Really?" Liu Mumu opened her eyes and slowly poked her head out from under the quilt.

"Last night... how could that guy be so... it was so embarrassing," Liu Mumu said, feeling both shy and indignant.

"Oh, men these days just like these things. They only have more tricks, not fewer. It's a good thing you aren't the only one; besides the two of us, there's also the Pope, Bibi Dong. Otherwise, you'd have it even tougher." Lan Yingying blushed and playfully pinched Liu Mumu's body.

"Hmph, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have given myself away so easily. Ahhh!" Thinking about what happened last night, Liu Mumu felt it was just absurd.

"We are good sisters, shouldn't we share our blessings?" Lan Yingying looked at her with a smile.

"Tch." Liu Mumu wasn't buying it.

After Nan Xuan finished getting ready, the two of them slowly went to the bathroom to freshen up, then followed him to the kitchen.

After they finished lunch, Nan Xuan asked how the handover work was going for Yang Fei.

Yang Fei smiled and said, "We can leave right now."

Seeing that he had said so, Nan Xuan did not hesitate. They boarded the carriage, and the group set off.

The team had grown once again; what was originally two carriages had now become four.

After the Breaking Clan broke away from the Clear Sky Sect, they drifted to a city in the Star Luo Empire. With the help of Nan Xuan's big data investigation, the city where they were located was quickly found. It was not very far from their current position, only a three or four-day carriage ride away.

A few days later, the carriages stopped outside the walls of a small, unremarkable city.

"This is the base of the Breaking Clan," Nan Xuan said.

Hearing this, Chen Gao was the first to jump off the carriage, then he activated his soul power. Shi Qiaoyue also stepped down from the carriage, following behind him.

Before long, a figure leaped out. Eight soul rings lit up on his body, and he held a Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand. It was clear that he was the clan leader, Yang Wudi.

"I do not know which senior has descended upon the base of my Breaking Clan. If there has been any offense, please forgive me. I, Yang Wudi, apologize in advance." Yang Wudi did not look at the other party's face, but he could feel that the pressure of this soul power was far higher than his own.

As soon as Yang Wudi finished speaking, the clan elders behind him followed, all of them staring ahead.

Chen Gao's gaze locked onto one of the elders: Yang Wuchen.

The crowd followed Chen Gao's gaze and asked with some confusion, "I do not know, sir, why you keep looking at one of our elders."

Chen Gao did not speak, but instead summoned his own martial soul, the Soul-Eater Spear, with nine soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—encircling it.

Upon seeing the other party's martial soul, Yang Wudi knew that this matter was likely not going to be simple.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before things became as complicated as he had expected.

"Are you... Gao'er?" Yang Wuchen asked cautiously.

"Yang Wuchen, I didn't expect you to still remember me," Chen Gao said with a cold sneer.

Hearing these two simple lines of dialogue and looking at their martial souls and appearances, everyone understood the gist of the situation.

"So, you came here this time to seek justice?" Yang Wuchen was a decisive man; otherwise, he wouldn't have abandoned the mother and son back then.

"Yes." Chen Gao spat out the word coldly. He hated the man's indifferent and decisive attitude.

"Very well, then do it." Yang Wuchen knew he could not escape this reckoning, so he chose not to hide.

Chen Gao controlled the anger in his heart, walked slowly toward Yang Wuchen, and kicked him in the stomach.

"This kick is for my mother. When she begged you not to leave back then, this is how you kicked her." Chen Gao did not use his soul power, relying entirely on his raw strength to kick the man against the city wall.

Yang Wuchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up again.

Chen Gao looked at him, a figure flashed, and the man was kicked flat onto the ground by him.

Then, stepping on the back of the man's hand, he said indifferently, "Back then, I was lying on the ground just like this, begging you. At that time, I had just awakened my martial soul, and I thought that since both our martial souls were spears, you would be happy."

"Who knew that you wouldn't even look at me again, just because my martial soul didn't come with innate soul rings, you deemed it a trash martial soul."

Beside them, Shi Qiaoyue's eyes were already red. She had never heard Chen Gao mention these things; clearly, he didn't want her to worry.

"Hahaha, but after you left, I desperately went to test my innate soul power. Level 9, a mutated martial soul, the Soul-Eater Spear. And because I was lucky enough to meet a noble person who helped me, I, Chen Gao, am a 95th-ranked Title Douluo at the age of 30."

After Chen Gao finished this sentence, his full aura erupted.

When the elders of the Breaking Clan heard that the person before them was only 30 years old and already a 95th-ranked Title Douluo, they all turned their eyes toward Yang Wuchen. In an instant, Yang Wuchen became the target of eternal regret.

Chen Gao watched as the man said nothing, but the look of regret and disbelief in his eyes made Chen Gao feel a bit disgusted.

Nan Xuan watched this scene from inside the carriage, not giving Chen Gao any instructions; this was his own family business.

"Why are you showing such an expression now? Do you know that your expression makes me feel sick?" Chen Gao grabbed the man by his collar, lifted him up, and punched him in the chest.

"Ugh, pfft." Yang Wuchen collapsed on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

To be honest, Chen Gao really couldn't bring himself to finish it. He felt that there was still a trace of resistance in his heart because this was his father, even if there was no relationship left between them. But to make him deliver a killing blow, he couldn't do it.

Seeing that Chen Gao did not continue his attack, Yang Wudi walked to his side and said, "Your Excellency, since you have already finished your lesson, why not consider our shared bloodline and martial soul, and come to our clan to be an honorary elder?"

Yang Wudi was putting his old face on the line. A Title Douluo this young, who also carried half of their clan's bloodline—how could he not be tempted?