Tang San Gradually Becomes a Simp

After collecting his Soul Master subsidy, Ning Chuan returned to the dormitory.

Thinking of Su Yuntao's ever-changing, colorful expression at the time, Ning Chuan, who was sitting cross-legged on his bed meditating, could not help but smile knowingly. When he opened his eyes, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and all the other Work-Study Students had returned from class.

Seeing that Ning Chuan was back, Xiao Wu looked extremely excited. "Ning Chuan, I heard you went to obtain a Soul Ring a few days ago. Is that true?"

"Mm," Ning Chuan replied.

"So it really is true! Come on, come on, let's have a fight and let me test out your soul skill."

"No."

"How could you be like this..."

The others in Seventh Dormitory had long grown accustomed to such scenes. Ever since Ning Chuan had given Xiao Wu a blanket, she had started clinging to him.

"Xiao Wu, vacation starts tomorrow. Are you going home?"

Tang San glanced at Ning Chuan, who sat cross-legged on his bed and was barely responding to Xiao Wu. Feeling sour inside, he packed his belongings while speaking to Xiao Wu.

Because of the earlier loan scandal, compounded by Tang San killing someone in public, nearly everyone at Notting Academy kept their distance from him.

It was precisely because of this that Tang San, who had lived two lives, lacked love from a young age, and desperately craved affection, had developed even deeper feelings for Xiao Wu than he had during the same period in the original story. Aside from Yu Xiaogang and his father, Xiao Wu was the only person who did not look at him strangely.

Thus, throughout this school year, he had often taken the initiative to grow closer to Xiao Wu. Although they were nowhere near as close as the lovey-dovey "brother" and "sister" relationship in the original story, the affinity brought by the Spirit Beast bloodline within Tang San still allowed the two to become friends.

As for Xiao Wu, he basically gave her whatever she wanted.

Whenever Xiao Wu spent all her Soul Master subsidy and wanted to buy something, he would do his best to satisfy her using his own subsidy and the money he earned from blacksmithing.

At times like this, the importance of looks became apparent.

Because Ning Chuan had worked Tang San even harder over the past year, Tang San had become darker and uglier. He had not grown much taller either, standing a full half-head shorter than Ning Chuan, who had just obtained his Soul Ring. Even Xiao Wu was considerably taller than him.

As a result, Xiao Wu did not have particularly deep feelings for Tang San. She only regarded him slightly better than Wang Sheng and the others, and that was solely because Tang San possessed a Spirit Beast bloodline.

Instead, Xiao Wu had become interested in Ning Chuan, who had once given her bedding and was fair and clean-looking.

Although Ning Chuan still did not pay much attention to Xiao Wu, whenever Tang San privately spoke ill of Ning Chuan, she would instinctively defend him, as though she cared greatly about him.

Take a few days ago, for example. His teacher, Yu Xiaogang, had said that Ning Chuan must have taken some medicine with side effects in order to reach Level Ten so quickly.

Tang San relayed those words to Xiao Wu and even told her not to spend time with Ning Chuan in the future.

In the end, Xiao Wu scolded his teacher instead, calling him a liar...

Tang San had originally wanted to avenge his teacher and retaliate against Ning Chuan, but because he was afraid Xiao Wu would get angry, he had not dared to make a move.

Xiao Wu leaned against her bed, a trace of loneliness appearing in her eyes. "I'm not going home..."

As she spoke, she looked at Ning Chuan again. "Ning Chuan, are you going home?"

"Yes."

Naturally, Ning Chuan noticed Xiao Wu's subtle change, but he still wore that icy expression that kept everyone at arm's length. His reply was only a single word.

It could not be helped. Tang Hao was watching from the shadows.

And for the time being, his cultivation still depended on Tang Hao, that Power Bank. He could not play him to death so soon.

Therefore, Ning Chuan usually rejected Xiao Wu.

That way, when he obtained her Soul Ring in the future, he would not feel any psychological burden.

Of course, if she were willing to sacrifice herself, he would not mind accepting it.

After all, his goal had never changed from beginning to end.

Xiao Wu's eyes suddenly lit up. "Ning Chuan, does your home happen to be close to the academy? How about I go back with you to play? Wang Sheng and the others have all graduated, and Little Black is going home too. No one will be around to play with me."

"No." Ning Chuan refused without hesitation.

"How could you be like this..." Xiao Wu seemed to have grown used to Ning Chuan's attitude. She pouted unhappily, then turned to Tang San. "Little Black, is your home far away?"

Hearing that Xiao Wu wanted to visit his home, Tang San was overjoyed. He had long since gotten used to Xiao Wu calling him Little Black, even seeing it as a sign of closeness. Xiao Wu was the only one allowed to call him that.

Tang San smiled. "Not far, only half a day's journey. But my home is very poor, so there's nothing much I can offer you."

Xiao Wu said, "I'm asking whether your home is far from Ning Chuan's. That way, I can go find him to play..."

Black lines immediately appeared across Tang San's face. So visiting his home was only incidental? After all that, she still wanted to go to Ning Chuan's home.

In the end, Tang San could not bear to deceive Xiao Wu and told her it was only an hour away. Upon hearing that, Xiao Wu danced about excitedly.

Yet deep down, Tang San did not want Xiao Wu to visit Ning Chuan. He began thinking of how to divert her attention.

Looking at Tang San's face, which rivaled Song Moubao's in ugliness, Ning Chuan secretly sneered. Without realizing it, their Tang Buddha had gradually become a simp.

Early the next morning, while the sky was still barely light, Ning Chuan left Notting City and headed toward Emperor Soul Village.

Other than Tang San, who had also risen early to cultivate Purple Demon Eyes, he did not alert anyone.

Since he did not need to worry about exhausting his Soul Power or stamina, Ning Chuan sprinted home at top speed.

A journey that would normally take half a day took him less than two hours.

"Isn't that Little Six?"

"Little Six is back! It's only been a year, and you've grown so tall. You've become even more handsome too."

The moment he returned to the village, the familiar villagers warmly greeted him.

Ning Chuan responded to each of them in turn.

Before long, he saw Old Tom at home, along with his five "older brothers and sisters."

This world was sharply divided into two extremes. Ordinary people started families early, while Soul Masters did so relatively late.

Since they had no Soul Power, all of them had started families in their teens.

When they learned that Ning Chuan had become a Soul Master, the entire family was delighted. Old Tom in particular straightened his previously stooped back at once.

Ning Chuan had not forgotten the help they had given him. Basically, everyone who had helped him received a gift from him. Then, with a grand wave of his hand, Ning Chuan directly funded the construction of a road linking Emperor Soul Village to the Official Road, as well as new houses for every villager who had helped him. Needless to say, Old Tom and the five "older brothers and sisters" who had raised him received even more.

Ning Chuan truly got to experience what it felt like to return home in glory.

Of course, it was not his money he was spending, so there was nothing to feel bad about.

Three days later, with all preparations complete, Emperor Soul Village's "New Countryside Construction" officially began, and Ning Chuan prepared to leave as well.

At that moment, Tang San, unable to withstand Xiao Wu's pestering, finally brought her to Emperor Soul Village.