Tang San of His Past Life: The Tang Sect Had Earned Its Own Death!

"Gangzi, no one can save you now. You'd better go back to the Divine Realm and accept your fate!"

As soon as the Divine Official finished speaking, he immediately used his divine power to seal Yu Xiaogang's mouth. Then he glanced at the Celestial Hunter. "Take Gangzi with us. We'll hurry back to the Divine Realm and report in."

After they left, Feng Yan appeared in the small grove in an instant.

Yu Xiaogang had actually guessed right about what had just happened. Feng Yan really had been watching—and enjoying every moment of it.

"Gangzi, I'll borrow your ride for a bit." As he spoke, Feng Yan split a streak of golden divine consciousness from between his brows.

The divine consciousness quickly caught up with the Yu Xiaogang being escorted away, then silently attached itself to his body.

The whole process was so swift that none of the Celestial Hunters noticed—not even Yu Xiaogang himself.

Even the Divine Official failed to notice that anything had been added to the group.

Feng Yan shook his head and said, "Gangzi, don't blame me for not saving you. I'm just doing my job."

In the dead of night, inside a massive hollow in a tree in the Star Dou Great Forest, the hundred-thousand-year-old Man Faced Spider Emperor was fast asleep.

"Now's my chance! It's time for me, Tang San, to turn the tables and become the master!"

In a dark space, Tang San, who had been utterly despondent just a moment before, suddenly sprang into action, trying to seize control of this spider body.

After being disciplined for days, Tang San had managed to pry a few things out of that madwoman. He figured he'd finally gotten a handle on the situation.

The truth was, he had died after jumping off Ghost Sorrow Cliff, but his soul had come to this forest and been reborn as a hundred-thousand-year-old female spider.

The problem was, the female spider's soul was still alive...

And that had created a huge problem—the legendary case of two souls sharing one body.

Tang San had heard of two souls sharing one body in his past life, but he had never seen it...

The Man Faced Spider Emperor's eyes snapped open. In a very magnetic male voice, it cried out,

"I, Tang San, have finally come out!!!"

His voice echoed through the hollow, shaking dust loose from the walls in a steady patter.

"Damn you, madwoman! I, Tang San, am the true master of this body. Hurry up and die!"

With that, Tang San scrambled to his feet, bracing himself on the ground with his eight spider legs. He examined his body again, along with the small indentation between his head and thorax and his abdomen...

In his past life, as a Tang Sect disciple, poison had been his specialty. Mastering all kinds of toxins was a basic requirement, so he knew how to tell male spiders from female ones.

Tang San took a deep breath, forcing down the nausea rising in him. He said furiously, "Just you wait, madwoman. Once I find a way to turn human... I'll let you experience the thrill of being whipped, too!"

After days of being disciplined, his personality seemed to have undergone some strange changes...

With that, Tang San left the tree hollow and headed deeper into the Star Dou Great Forest.

He planned to get thoroughly familiar with his new body first and see just how strong that madwoman was.

The sky... was bright.

Tang San pierced the body of a hundred-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit with one of his spider legs.

The Soft Bone Rabbit twitched a few times, then fell completely still. Blood ran down the purple spider leg and onto the ground with a soft "drip."

After a night of slaughter, Tang San had finally gotten used to his spider body. He couldn't say he was completely at ease in it, but at least he could manage the most basic fighting.

Just then, hunger struck.

The Soft Bone Rabbit in his grasp smelled sweeter and sweeter. His body instinctively bared its fangs, and his spider legs carried the rabbit into his mouth.

The Soft Bone Rabbit melted as soon as it entered his mouth. He didn't even have time to regret it.

"I can't go on like this. I'm no beast. How can I eat raw meat and drink blood like this?" Tang San muttered to himself.

Suddenly, that familiar dizziness swept over him. Tang San's consciousness began to blur again. He could feel the other consciousness about to awaken and instinctively seize control of the body.

He immediately realized what was happening. "No! That madwoman's waking up again!"

Tang San collapsed to the ground, deeply unwilling to give in. He had fought so hard to take possession of this body. How could he hand it back so soon?

Tang San's consciousness contracted sharply. He focused with all his might, determined to resist.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

The dizziness gradually eased. Tang San pushed himself up on his legs and gasped for breath.

That other consciousness had gone dormant again. He'd won for now, hadn't he?

"No! I have to find a way,"

Tang San panted. "She hasn't even fully awakened, and I nearly couldn't hold her back! If she really wakes up, she could seize control of the body at any time."

Then he'd be back to getting whipped tens of thousands of times every day... Maybe things would get even worse...

"But what am I supposed to do now?!"

Tang San couldn't think of a single solution. He was completely clueless about this sort of thing.

Suddenly, Feng Yan appeared before the Man Faced Spider Emperor that Tang San had become, taking the form of an indistinct, long-bearded old man in a white Tang Sect robe.

"My child, you've suffered so much..."

Tang San's expression changed. Why did this man look so familiar?

The old man wore a white Tang Sect robe, with the gold-embroidered character "Tang" on his chest and a hazy Hidden Weapon pouch at his waist...

This was...

Tang San finally recognized him, and his voice caught in his throat. "You're... Grandpa Tang Lan!"

Feng Yan immediately feigned deep emotion. "I never thought Xiao San would still remember me..."

Tang San said excitedly, "How could Xiao San ever forget you? If you hadn't brought me into the Tang Sect twenty-nine years ago, I would have died long ago..."

"You gave Xiao San a second life! It's just a shame... Xiao San can no longer fight for the Tang Sect..."

"No... it's not like that." Feng Yan sighed, then continued, "Xiao San, do you know why you appeared here after you died?"

Tang San shook his head, a trace of bewilderment in his gaze. He honestly had no idea. Earlier, he'd only had a few guesses, and they were nothing he could be sure of.

Feng Yan spoke hesitantly. "After you jumped off the cliff and died, the Patriarch's statue suddenly came to life."

"The Patriarch said he would help you be reborn. Then he told us that in a world called Douluo Continent, a false Tang Sect had appeared..."

Seeing the Grandpa he respected most fall silent, Tang San hurriedly asked, "Grandpa, what do you mean by a false Tang Sect?"

The long-bearded old man Feng Yan had taken the form of stroked his beard, his heart aching with grief. "That man is called Buddha Tang. He stole the Tang Sect Secret Arts and used a special method to come to this world..."

"The Patriarch's intention was for you to purge that impostor and the counterfeit Tang Sect he founded, then restore the Tang Sect's prestige."

Tang San's eight spider legs trembled slightly. He said in a low voice, "So that's what happened! This man has truly earned his own death..."

Feng Yan chuckled inwardly, but his face grew even more kindly. "I knelt before the Patriarch for three days and three nights before he sent a fragment of my soul to this world to guide you... But my time is almost up..."

Hearing this, Tang San's eight spider legs all gave way at once, and his entire spider body sank to the ground. Choking with emotion, he said, "Grandpa! You've done so much for Xiao San... How can Xiao San ever repay you?"

"Silly child."

Feng Yan raised a hand as if to help him up. "Xiao San, the soul inside you must have made you suffer quite a bit, hasn't it?"

Tang San shuddered all over. Remembering the sensation of those tens of thousands of lashes, tears glimmered in his spider eyes. "Grandpa... You even know about that?"

"When the Patriarch manifested, he saw through your situation."

Feng Yan sighed, then his tone turned stern. "Your body is a hundred-thousand-year-old Man Faced Spider Emperor—a tremendous blessing. But with that soul living alongside yours, it's like a blade hanging over your neck."

"If you don't suppress it, forget purging the counterfeit Tang Sect. Just fighting over control of your body every day will be enough to drive you mad."