Ah Feng, Your Xue'er Is Here!

"Have I lost something incredibly important?!"

Tang San muttered to himself, his expression vacant.

His mind drifted into a trance.

In that daze, his eyes seemed to catch a glimpse of a figure.

It was a figure as majestic and imposing as a god.

Tang San could not see the true face of this figure, nor could he describe the extent of its power.

His body was shrouded in layers of mist.

The mist was two-toned, half blue and half red.

They stood like two-colored gates, flanking the man on his left and right.

The man was exceptionally tall, at least over one meter ninety.

Even if he were wearing high heels now, he wouldn't reach the man's shoulders.

Gazing through the hazy mist, Tang San vaguely perceived the image of this man.

The man's appearance was mighty and domineering, possessing the aura of a divine general.

He wore armor that was half blue and half red, and four pairs of wings were unfurled behind his back.

Those wings were golden, and with them spread wide, he looked like a giant bird.

His stature appeared immensely vast.

The man was currently facing away from him, sporting hair that was half blue and half white, and he held a golden harpoon in his hand.

The harpoon in his hand looked very much like the golden trident of Poseidon from Western mythology, imbued with the essence of the vast ocean.

This must be a god!

Looking at the figure's back, this thought suddenly struck Tang San.

Tang San did not understand why he had seen this scene in a trance.

Was this meant to be a hint for him?!

Tang San was very intelligent.

He immediately realized that seeing this image so suddenly was likely a premonition of something.

Upon closer inspection and comparison, Tang San was shocked to discover something.

The majestic figure before him shared a commonality: this hazy figure had four pairs of golden wings behind him, while he possessed the Eight Spider Lances.

In an instant, a bold idea sprouted in Tang San's mind.

The hazy figure he saw while in this trance might be his future self.

The reason he had suddenly seen his future self was most likely because some sort of change had occurred to him at this point in time.

A change that would directly affect his future self.

Thinking back to the heart palpitations he felt just moments ago, Tang San's eyes deepened.

It was almost certainly that.

His future self must have had reality altered, and he was now gradually losing something, or the future timeline was slowly collapsing.

Therefore, he had used a heaven-defying method to cross infinite space and time to warn his present self.

Sure enough, the next second verified Tang San's conjecture.

The figure turned his back and walked away, moving further and further from him, until a celestial river stood between them, turning them into parallel lines.

Tang San watched the receding back, his mouth opening slightly.

Buddy, you at least have to tell me what the change is first!

I don't know anything, I don't even know who the enemy is, how am I supposed to fix it?!

Tang San spoke up.

"Hey~!"

But just as he opened his mouth, before a sound could even escape, the scene before him shattered abruptly.

The images crumbled into nothingness, and Tang San was no longer in a trance, his mind instantly snapping back to clarity.

"I... I... what was that just now...!"

Tang San was still shaken, clutching his chest.

His eyes grew profound once more.

So, what exactly had they lost that was so important?

This point in time had appeared, a change that would alter his future.

What exactly was this change?

Was it a transmigrator like him? Or a reincarnator!

Tang San pondered deeply for a long time, finally arriving at two possibilities.

Why would Tang San think of transmigrators and reincarnators? Because he, Tang San, was himself a transmigrator and a reincarnator!

"The change has already occurred. Now the enemy is in the shadows while I am in the light, which is extremely disadvantageous for me. I must find a way to confirm the other party's identity as soon as possible!"

Tang San muttered to himself.

"If the other party is a transmigrator from another world, he will inevitably be like me, bringing things that are different from this world.

This thing could be an ideology, or it could be an object.

As long as I pay attention to this point, once it appears, I will be able to follow the trail and lock onto who he is."

"But if he is a reincarnator, he will certainly use his foreknowledge of future major events to intercept the opportunities that originally belonged to me before I can reach them, and steal my woman!"

When he thought of his woman, Tang San paused slightly.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Xiao Wu was his Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!

Whoever dared to covet his Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring would have to die!

After death, he would grind their bones to dust and scatter the ashes!

"If it is a reincarnator, it is also easy to identify. I only need to follow these three points.

First: A sudden, rapid rise.

Second: A drastic change in temperament.

Third: Wherever I go, he has already arrived a step ahead!"

A cold glint hung in the corners of Tang San's eyes.

"Third Brother, you're finished already?!"

As Tang San tapped his fingers lightly against the railing in front of him, his eyes filled with coldness, determined to drag out the person who had intercepted his opportunities and coveted his woman to grind their bones to dust, a slightly surprised voice came from behind him.

Ma Hongjun walked out of the private room, full of spirit, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Tang San already outside catching the breeze.

Was Tang San really that fast? Even faster than him!

"Third Brother, this won't do, Xiao Wu will look down on you!" Ma Hongjun paused mysteriously, his voice rising and falling as he said, "I have a prescription...!"

Before Ma Hongjun could finish his sentence, Tang San smashed his fist onto his head.

"What are you thinking? Don't spread rumors about me!" Tang San retracted his fist and explained, "Do you know that spreading a rumor takes one mouth, but refuting it takes running until your legs break!"

As he spoke, Tang San suddenly grabbed Ma Hongjun's shoulder.

He spoke in a tone that only the two of them could hear.

"But having said that, Fatty, let me see that prescription of yours!"

"I am proficient in pharmacology and well-versed in medical texts; I can help you see if this prescription is effective!

If it has no effect, or the effect is poor, I can help you modify the prescription!"

Ma Hongjun: "..."

Ma Hongjun was speechless.

The beads of his abacus were practically bouncing off my face.

If he wanted the prescription, he should have just said so; he didn't have to make it sound so righteous.

This made it seem like he, Ma Hongjun, wasn't a decent person.

For the sake of being called Fatty, Ma Hongjun generously handed the prescription over to him.

"Here~! Take the prescription. I spent real gold and silver to get this from an old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.

It is extremely precious; if you weren't my Third Brother, I wouldn't have taken it out!"

Tang San tucked Ma Hongjun's prescription away carefully.

He would have Xiao Wu help him get a few doses of the medicine another day to try and see if it had any effect.

If it worked, this prescription would become his health-preserving tea recipe in the future.

If it didn't work, he could also tell Fatty not to believe just anyone.

There were still more scammers than anything else in this world.

As for things, one should still get them from acquaintances, or from people who are not familiar but have an incredibly good reputation.

"Ma Hongjun, Tang San, why are you two here?"

Just as Tang San tucked the prescription into his pocket, a clear, delicate female voice came from below.

Hearing this, Tang San and Ma Hongjun turned their gazes toward the speaker simultaneously.

Coming into view, they saw Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong appearing below.

Zhu Zhuqing looked up at Tang San and Ma Hongjun, asking curiously.