Tang Ya's Heart Knot

The next day, dawn broke.

"Nngh~"

Tang Ya murmured, her hands clutching the quilt tightly as she slowly woke from her slumber. The quilt slid off her nightgown, and she pushed aside the pillow she had been hugging between her legs, propping herself up on the bed to rub her eyes.

With a sullen face, once she was fully awake, she quickly recalled the situation from before she went to sleep yesterday!

"Open chat interface!"

She had originally assumed it was a dream and had only tried it out of curiosity, never expecting it to actually open. Looking at the group chat, she saw that they had actually sent ninety-nine-plus messages last night?

"Could it all be real?"

Tang Ya bit her lip and tapped the screen to jump back to where she had left off yesterday.

She began to scroll down slowly. Reading Chu Mo's deductions, it felt as if he were grinding their experiences over the past few years into the dirt.

Tang San was only able to become a god because he possessed the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, twin martial souls, immortal herbs, and the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.

What bloodline did they have? Nothing had been passed down. What use was a twin martial soul if they were trash? Immortal herbs? Even Shrek Academy hadn't found any, so why would their Tang Sect have them?

After a long night's sleep, and now that she was clear-headed in the morning, Tang Ya quickly organized the information. Naturally sharp-witted, she soon realized that it was all a scam, all a pack of lies.

They had been played like clowns, their entire family mocked. It was either a high-level deception or they were simply too naive to have actually believed that ordinary Blue Silver Grass could lead one to become a Titled Douluo, or even a god.

"But forget about restoring the Tang Sect; even avenging my parents is a problem."

As Tang Ya thought about this, the corners of her eyes turned red. The pressure was mounting, her cultivation was slowing down, and she wondered how she could become stronger. Just then, a message popped up, giving Tang Ya a spark of inspiration.

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: Good morning, good morning, is everyone awake?]

Of course, it wasn't the person who said that, but the interface itself displaying the message from Chu Mo.

Since this thing had only benefits and no drawbacks for them, there must be a way to become stronger. Could this be the opportunity heaven had bestowed upon her in the dark?

[Revenge Girl: Good morning. I am assembling a Soul Guidance Device.]

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: Awake. I am currently being taken to Shrek Academy by Big Uncle and Second Uncle.]

[Soul Guidance Devices are Evil: @Chu Mo, Group Leader, is there any other way for Blue Silver Grass to become stronger? I must become stronger; my cultivation is getting slower and slower.]

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: Yo, yo, you actually believed it? Didn't you say you didn't believe it yesterday and logged off directly?]

The only one kicking her while she was down was Meng Hongchen. After all, they had had a huge argument yesterday—a 1v2 at that—so she naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass.

On the moving carriage.

Hoo~

Chu Mo opened his eyes, ending a night of cultivation. The light enveloping Xiao Lv faded away, and Xiao Lv slowly opened its eyes and began to move.

Smack, smack~

In two hops, it jumped into Chu Mo's arms, rubbing its body against his arm. It was icy cold and very comfortable.

He relied on Xiao Lv to cool off during the summer, and Chu Mo gently stroked its body.

Clack, clack!

The carriage slowed down and gradually came to a stop. The coachman in front suddenly spoke up.

"Guest, I'm going to grab some breakfast and take a four-hour break. What do you think? Why don't you walk around nearby? This is a small town, after all."

"That's fine. There's nothing to see; I plan to cultivate."

"Hehe, how diligent. No wonder you were able to join Shrek Academy."

The coachman offered a casual pleasantry before saying goodbye to go replenish his energy.

Chu Mo stretched, but before he could continue cultivating, his body stiffened. He felt someone tagging him in the chat group.

He immediately summoned the chat interface. The first thing he saw was Meng Hongchen's sarcasm, and the second was Tang Ya's inquiry.

"Heh, it seems the other party really does have the talent for devouring."

Blue Silver Grass is naturally meant to accumulate life force; after all, its spirit bone skills are all about "spring winds bringing life anew." But Tang Ya was clearly not cut out for controlling life. The Blue Silver Grass was actually Dark Blue Silver Grass, possessing a devouring ability. Spider or snake-type spirit beasts would indeed be more suitable.

[Chu Mo: The only advice I can give you for now is not to suppress your own talent.]

Seeing this message, Tang Ya, who was currently mimicking the same posture as Huo Yu'er, froze. How did he know she had a talent?

This talent was something she had kept hidden in her heart, something she had never told anyone—not even her parents, nor Bei Bei, with whom she was currently quite close.

"Could he really be a god?"

She raised her palm. From her delicate palm emerged her Blue Silver Grass martial soul. Within the veins of the grass were black and red markings; this was clearly not a change brought about by adding spirit rings.

"If I use this, wouldn't I be an Evil Spirit Master?"

No, that wasn't right. If she didn't become an Evil Spirit Master, she couldn't even avenge her parents. If she became an Evil Spirit Master, even if she were reviled by everyone, she could at least avenge her parents. Even if she died, she died—everything about the Tang Sect was a lie anyway.

[Soul Guidance Devices are Evil: Do you also think I should become an Evil Spirit Master?]

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: ?]

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: ?]

[Revenge Girl: ?]

[Grilled Fish Girl: Sister Tang Ya, what are you saying? How could you become an Evil Spirit Master?]

The other four were not only stunned but also nervous. They were actually chatting with someone who could become an Evil Spirit Master; would they be killed?

[Chu Mo: Of course not. You could go after those villains who harm people, the nobles who oppress the commoners, and the Evil Spirit Masters, right? A Martial Soul has no inherent good or evil; it is determined by the user. I believe you won't harm the innocent.]

These words directly opened up a new line of thinking for Tang Ya. Her beautiful phoenix eyes gradually brightened, and her hand, which had been gripping her nightgown in tension, finally relaxed.

"Right, I won't hurt innocent people. I will only devour the wicked. I am doing a good deed; I am not an Evil Spirit Master!"

[Chu Mo: So don't suffer from internal conflict, and don't do anything foolish for the sake of the Tang Sect. As for your hatred, if you can't handle it, I can help you. Group members should help each other; it's no big deal.]

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: Revenge? Is the enemy very strong? Even if it's a Titled Douluo, save up some money and call me big sister. I'll have my grandfather sell you a ninth-tier Soul Guidance Device. A sneak attack could kill them in one hit!]

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: That's right, I can have Big Uncle and Second Uncle take action. We can wipe them out secretly without raising any suspicion from the country they are in. Anyway, don't do anything foolish!]

[Grilled Fish Girl: That's right, Sister Tang Ya, don't be impulsive. I'll come find you.]

Huo Yu'er and Tang Ya were staying at the same inn, on the same floor, only a few rooms apart. It would only take a few steps to get there.

[Soul Guidance Devices are Evil: Thank you all for your comfort. After the Tang Sect was destroyed, I begged Shrek Academy, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Clear Sky Sect, and the Heaven Dou Empire. I begged everyone related to the Tang Sect, but all I received were rejections. I've been mocked for years; I'm not that fragile.]

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: That sounds pitiful, but I still don't approve of your name. What we need is to keep pace with the times, not stand still. Like I said before, in the same business, you can't blame others for making a better product.]

Meng Hongchen was not cold-hearted or particularly vengeful, and her tone in this conversation had clearly softened quite a bit.