Xiao Wu Has the Right to Speak

Blue Tyrant Academy.

Tang San sat cross-legged in the Cultivation Room, slowly finishing his cultivation after circulating his Soul Power through his meridians once.

"Level 50 Spirit King, I've finally crossed this hurdle."

Tang San opened his eyes, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging Soul Power within his body.

However, the satisfaction lasted only a few seconds.

A name surfaced from the depths of his mind.

Lin Qingmo!

Tang San's eyes suddenly turned cold.

The man who stole Xiao Wu, humiliated him, and made him lose face.

He will never forget.

"You'll witness the power of the Clear Sky Hammer sooner or later."

Tang San said in a low voice, his tone icy.

Pushing open the door to the Cultivation Room, Yu Xiaogang was already waiting outside.

"Xiao San, how's your cultivation going?"

Since Tang San's domineering return and the display of his dual Martial Soul potential, Yu Xiaogang's attitude has undergone a complete 180-degree change.

They care about everything and follow you everywhere.

Tang San was his last straw to escape the label of "useless," and he couldn't afford to lose him.

"I've broken through level 50," Tang San said calmly.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up. "Great! Excellent! Next—"

"Next, I'm going to hunt for my Fifth Spirit Ring."

Tang San interrupted him and retrieved a flying pigeon.

I quickly wrote a few lines with my fingertips and tied them to the pigeon's leg.

This is a message sent to his father Tang Hao.

He needs greater strength; he needs to grow faster.

Because his goal was never just level 50.

The pigeon flapped its wings and disappeared into the horizon of the Blue Tyrant Academy.

Tang San looked up in that direction, his eyes surging with killing intent.

"Lin Qingmo, just you wait."

After the Chat Group quieted down, the minds of everyone involved were far from calm.

Spirit Hall.

Qian Renxue sat upright before the Angel God Statue, but she was completely unable to concentrate on her cultivation.

Her gaze fell on the Chat Group's Light Screen, repeatedly scrolling through the conversation history.

Lin Qingmo provided three paths for the two Ice and Snow Emperors.

He was transformed and rebuilt.

Resurrection through Sacrifice.

Submit to those who become gods.

Except for the first one.

The second and third conditions both require the Ferocious Beast to entrust its fate to the one who has become a god.

Qian Renxue felt increasingly uneasy as she thought about it.

These three paths appear to be a choice for Ice Empress and Snow Empress.

But the answer seems to have been written from the very beginning.

That is to attach oneself to Lin Qingmo, because there is someone by his side who can become a god.

"This guy definitely had an ulterior motive."

Qian Renxue murmured softly, her eyes flickering.

This isn't Ferocious Beast understand its situation at all.

This is clearly a grand scheme to subdue the Ferocious Beast of the Far North.

There are three paths.

The surface offers options.

In reality, it's using the threat of "you will die" to force the other party to take the initiative to approach.

Like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, remain calm and composed.

That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed this judgment.

Then her gaze shifted to another name: [The Pope Herself].

She went through all of the other person's previous messages and reviewed them one by one.

Word choice habits, tone and rhythm, and certain specific word usage patterns.

The more she looked, the faster her heart beat.

That cold, even biting, questioning style; that incisive and uncompromising tone.

Her way of speaking bears a strange and unsettling resemblance to that of her mother, Bibi Dong.

Qian Renxue gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

She secretly noted down this suspicious point.

You must find an opportunity to test the waters.

Sea God Island.

Lin Qingmo had just closed the Chat Group when he leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes to rest.

The door was gently pushed open.

Xiao Wu walked in, her bare feet stepping on the bamboo floor without making a sound.

She didn't say anything, but climbed straight onto the bed and snuggled into Lin Qingmo's arms.

Her soft body pressed tightly against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her breath warm and long.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingmo looked down at her.

Xiao Wu buried her face even deeper. "A-Qing."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

The voice was very soft, with a slight nasal tone.

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to become a god."

"Without you, I might have already died at the hands of some Soul Grandmaster."

Lin Qingmo wrapped his arms around her waist, his palms feeling the warm, supple curves beneath her thin skirt.

"What are you saying? Why are you trying to get emotional out of nowhere?"

I'm serious.

Xiao Wu raised her head, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting the moonlight, glistening with tears. "Without you, I am nothing."

Looking at her earnest, almost pious expression, Lin Qingmo's inner tension, which had always been tied to her "scheming Captain" persona, suddenly eased.

He reached out and gently wiped away a trace of moisture from the corner of her eye with his thumb.

Then, the style suddenly changed.

"Xiao Wu, there's actually a question I've always wanted to ask you."

"What?"

"You said Sea God... is he really a lot of water?"

"Ah?"

Xiao Wu paused for a second.

Soon, she sensed something from Lin Qingmo's mischievous smile, and her face turned red from her ears to her neck at a visible speed.

"You... you're so mean!"

She raised her hand to hit him.

But Lin Qingmo had already tightened his grip on her waist, making it impossible for her to move.

Xiao Wu's fist pounded his chest, the force so light it was practically a playful tantrum. "You... you be serious!"

"I'm being very serious; it's just an academic discussion."

"Pah! What's so serious about you!"

Xiao Wu's voice was a mix of anger and embarrassment, but she didn't break free from his embrace; instead, she buried her face in his neck again.

A while later...

A muffled, almost inaudible voice came from the crook of her neck. "Even if I don't become Sea God, I've always been well-hydrated. You... how could you not know that?"

After saying that, Xiao Wu's face was burning at an unnaturally high temperature.

"Well..."

Lin Qingmo was taken aback.

He was actually provoked by Xiao Wu's words, and his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed.

His expression turned strange. "Really?"

"I didn't notice before, but now I need to verify it carefully."

The light from the bamboo house flickered again.

The Sea Breeze, carrying moonlight, blew in through the window, causing the sheer curtains to sway gently.

What happened next, the Sea Breeze knew, the moonlight knew, and the two of them knew even more.

On the other side of the mainland.

Blue Tyrant Academy.

A tall but obviously disabled man slowly walked in.

His right arm was severed at the shoulder, and his left leg was empty.

A rough wooden crutch supported half of his body.

Even so, the aura emanating from him still made the students keep their distance.

Noticing the person's arrival, Tang San quickly walked out of the Cultivation Room.

He paused slightly upon seeing his father.

"Dad, you're here!"

Every time he saw his father's mutilated body, he would feel an extremely complex mix of emotions.

"The Xiao San..."

Tang Hao's voice was low and hoarse. "You're level 50?"

"Yes."

"Very good."

Tang Hao nodded, a rare hint of relief appearing on his battered face.

"Let's go, it's time to hunt for your Fifth Spirit Ring."

After Yu Xiaogang came out of the room, he hurried over, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Your His Excellency Haotian, would it be necessary for Dean Flender and Teacher Zhao Wuji to accompany you on this journey? It would be good to have someone to look after you along the way."

"Um?"

Tang Hao's gaze swept over.

His eyes held a sensitivity and sinister glint unique to those with disabilities.

Are you looking down on me?

A question, yet it carried a sinister murderous intent.

Even though his Soul Power had dropped to level 75, the ferocious aura emanating from his very bones was still enough to suffocate an ordinary Soul Master.

Yu Xiaogang, that good-for-nothing, was terrified and turned deathly pale.

"No, I didn't!"

"Your Majesty, I absolutely did not mean that!"

His legs went weak uncontrollably, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, his whole body trembling violently.

A warm sensation spread from the trouser leg.

A subtle scent suddenly filled the air.

Yu Xiaogang... was so scared he peed his pants.

In front of Tang Hao.

In front of Tang San.

In front of everyone coming and going at the entrance of the Blue Tyrant Academy.

A hint of undisguised disdain appeared on Tang Hao's lips.

A flicker of disgust flashed in Tang San's eyes.

He really is useless.

"Walk."

Tang Hao turned around.

Tang San ignored him and followed his father away.

Yu Xiaogang was left kneeling on the spot, his trousers soaked and his whole body trembling.