Tang San

After finishing her gossip, Angela walked down the streets of Nuoding City, where the air was thick with chatter about the Wuhun Hall bulletin released today.

"Old Wang, I know what an Evil Soul Master is; I even used them to scare my brat yesterday. But what the heck is this Haotian Sect?"

"That? I'm not too sure myself. I only know they used to be a very powerful sect of soul masters, but I never expected them to be filled with those legendary Evil Soul Masters."

"Hiss, so do you think all those powerful soul master sects are actually Evil Soul Masters?"

"Old Sangji, are you trying to get yourself killed? The Haotian Sect has already been wiped out by the masters of Wuhun Hall, so we can talk about it, but those other sects haven't!"

"Look at my mouth, just blurting out whatever comes to mind. Neighbors, everyone, you didn't hear anything just now, right?"

"Of course, of course. I know your mouth, Old Sangji."

"Hear what? What did you say just now, Old Sangji?"

"But the soul masters of Wuhun Hall are truly good people, unlike those bullies who throw their weight around."

"Aye, who's to say otherwise? It's a good thing the masters of Wuhun Hall wiped out this so-called sect. Otherwise, this old woman wouldn't be able to sleep soundly tonight. Those are Evil Soul Masters we're talking about."

"When you put it that way, the Haotian Sect must have had hundreds of people, right? So many Evil Soul Masters... oh my, it gives me the creeps."

"Sigh, indeed. Who wouldn't be creeped out? Just think about what the Wuhun Hall masters said—thousands of female corpses."

"Speaking of which, didn't Toby's daughter, the one who looked quite pretty, go missing half a year ago? The family they were supposed to marry into even came knocking at the time."

"Toby has been looking for his daughter for a long time, hasn't he? He went out to search again today. Why don't we wait until he gets back and have him ask the Wuhun Hall masters?"

"We should let him know. I hope it's not her. Toby only has those two children, and he was counting on his daughter's dowry to help his youngest son learn a trade."

Listening to the noisy chatter around her, a smile tugged at the corner of Angela's mouth.

The news of the Haotian Sect's destruction has spread. The expression on Tang San's face, that reincarnator, must be spectacular right now.

I can't wait to see that look; it's so delightful!

With that thought, Angela quickened her pace back to the academy.

Living behind a mask for three years—and likely for much longer—while having to suppress her disgust and carefully navigate around the three freaks: Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, and that rabbit spirit, was exhausting.

That she hadn't gone insane or completely given up was a testament to Angela's resilience, though she had developed a few minor quirks.

For instance, a sense of dark amusement, and a habit of mocking people in her head.

Upon returning to the academy, just as Angela expected, the news about the Haotian Sect was spreading like wildfire.

Then, she saw Tang San sitting under a tree on the playground, wearing a face that looked like his own mother had just died.

Hahahaha, hold it in, hold it in. Don't laugh out loud. If you laugh, Angela, you're done for today.

Suppressing the urge to burst into laughter, Angela walked up to Tang San and asked with a look of feigned curiosity.

"Third Brother, what's wrong? Why do you look so terrible today?"

Tang San took a deep breath, calming the explosive emotions in his heart, and looked up at Angela. A flicker of hidden killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"An'er, I'm fine. It's just something regarding my cultivation. I'm going to find my teacher now."

As he spoke, Tang San stood up and walked away from the tree, heading toward the edge of the playground. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself from killing Angela. Although he knew this variable, Angela, couldn't possibly be related to the destruction of the Haotian Sect, the mere thought of variables and the sudden loss of one of his pillars of support, the Haotian Sect, made his rage uncontrollable.

But now that the Haotian Sect was gone, he needed a helper with a super martial soul even more to overthrow Wuhun Hall. He had no choice but to endure.

Watching Tang San's retreating figure, a cold sneer appeared on Angela's lips.

Do you really think I can't see the killing intent in your eyes, you little brat? Do you really think I'm only on par with you?

If we actually fought, you, Tang San, even as a reincarnator, would be nothing but trash. If I weren't wary of that disgusting father of yours, who do you think you are?

Blue Silver Entanglement? You're a piece of trash I could hack to pieces in two strikes!

Tang San, having left the playground, headed straight for Yu Xiaogang's residence. His face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

He had originally thought that, aside from the variable of Angela, everything else in this life was proceeding normally.

And even that variable, Angela, had been brought under his control. With his charm, it was only a matter of time before he truly conquered her heart.

As for the possibility that his charm wouldn't work on Angela? Impossible! Tang San had that much confidence. In his past life, even his enemies like Qian Renxue and Hu Liena had succumbed to his charm, let alone a mere Angela!

Of course, the fact that those women had succumbed to his power and excellence was irrelevant to him. The great Tang God King still considered himself to only love Xiao Wu; out of three thousand weak waters, he would only take one scoop.

But now, the Haotian Sect was gone!

Such a massive Haotian Sect, a sect with seven Title Douluo, including Tang Xiao, a level 97 Super Douluo—it was just gone!

Tang San wouldn't be too heartbroken over the sect itself; Tang Hao would teach him things like ring detonation anyway, not to mention he already knew how. But his backing was gone! How heartbroken his old father, who viewed the sect as everything, must be!

What was even more troublesome was that Wuhun Hall had broadcasted to the entire continent that the Haotian Sect were all Evil Soul Masters!

Tang San knew from his past life that the Haotian Sect had used the methods of Evil Soul Masters to boost their soul power.

But again, he was a God King, and he had to view everything from the perspective of a God King.

Is the life of an Evil Soul Master not a life?! It was just a different way of obtaining power.

In order to resist the evil Wuhun Hall, those who perished at the hands of the Haotian Sect would surely understand.

But the commoners on the continent would never understand the greatness, the benevolence, or the perspective of a God King!

From now on, how would he ever dare to reveal his proudest talent—the Haotian Hammer, one of his twin martial souls—in front of others!

Tang San could imagine the kind of relentless pursuit he would face once the spirit masters across the continent discovered he possessed the Haotian Hammer.

And if he could not use the Haotian Hammer, how could he ever recruit allies, and how could he ever overthrow Wuhun Hall!

Tang San was well aware of how he had managed to recruit so many allies in his past life; it was partly because of his status as a disciple of the Haotian Sect, and partly because his twin martial souls promised a limitless future.

Of course, a little bit of his own personal charm had played a part as well.

As for the matter of Tang Hao mentioned in the other notice, Tang San did not care much about it.

Let them say what they wanted; how could mere mortals like them ever understand the heaven-shaking, earth-moving love between his father and mother!

No matter how they slandered them, it could never change the profound love his father held for his mother!

Lost in these thoughts, Tang San had already arrived in front of the residence of Yu Xiaogang.

He knocked on the door, and sounds of packing could be heard from within; then, the door opened, revealing a disheveled and ordinary face.

It was none other than the master, Yu Xiaogang.