Lightning Strike on Buddha Tang

Tang San arrived at the scene just then. He paid no mind to Di Tian, whom Feng Yan had in his grasp, and instead looked at Yu Xiaogang.

"Xiao San!"

Sensing that familiar divine power, Yu Xiaogang instantly knew his beloved disciple had arrived.

"Save Sanpao! Hurry and save him!"

Save Luo Sanpao?

Tang San sneered inwardly.

You were living comfortably in the Divine Realm, but you just had to sneak down to the mortal world to see your old flame, nearly letting Destruction discover your ten-thousand-year plan.

Now you've gotten Luo Sanpao killed. Who else can you blame?

Even your true body in the Divine Realm is about to start fighting Destruction. It's all your fault, Gangzi!

Tang San knew that even as only a divine thought, it wouldn't be difficult for him to keep Luo Sanpao's soul from dissipating.

But the question was, why should he?

Tang San didn't say any of that aloud.

He only looked at Yu Xiaogang.

He looked at the teacher who had used him as a test subject to prove his theories, nearly making him absorb a Ten-Year Lone Bamboo, and who had bluffed him with theories plagiarized from Spirit Hall.

Tang San had planned to refuse and let Yu Xiaogang learn a hard lesson.

But just before he could speak, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Teacher, as you can see, I'm only a divine thought. I can't bring the dead back to life."

"But... that doesn't mean Sanpao can't be revived."

Drawn by the voice, Feng Yan turned around.

What scheme was Buddha Tang cooking up now?

Yu Xiaogang might not know him, but Feng Yan certainly did.

Gods could revive mortals, provided their souls hadn't dissipated.

Although Luo Sanpao's soul was still intact, he was a divine beast, after all.

He might be weaker than a Divine Official, but he still had "divine" in his name.

Could a god really be revived so easily?

"Xiao San! What's the way? Tell me!"

"No matter how difficult it is, I'll do whatever it takes to bring Sanpao back!"

As though clinging to his last lifeline, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly asked.

"I want you to go to the Star Luo Dai Clan and find a Spirit Eye boy. Take him as your disciple."

"Then teach him exactly as you taught me!"

As he finished, Tang San's lips curled into a slight smile.

Dai Yuhao... Dai Yuhao...

You may be the Child of Destiny, but being my Tang San's son-in-law won't be so easy.

This is only the beginning. Once we reach that place...

"That's all?"

Yu Xiaogang stopped crying and looked up at his beloved disciple.

"Of course not."

Tang San's tone softened. "You'll also need to pour your divine position and all your divine power into Sanpao's body, nourishing his divine soul and repairing his body."

"Teacher, are you willing?"

Willing?

Yu Xiaogang understood what Tang San meant. It was a choice between his divine position and Sanpao's life.

In the past, after some hesitation, he would absolutely have chosen his divine position, no matter how painful the decision.

And now...

He would still choose his divine position, without hesitating for even a second!!!

As if! This was a chance at eternal life!

Yu Xiaogang didn't want Luo Sanpao to die...

But he wanted even less to die himself!

Especially not the same way his wife, Liu Erlong, had died!

"I'm not willing!"

"Then, teacher, I'll..." Tang San began with a smile.

"Wait... you're not willing?"

Tang San's smile froze. He hadn't expected Yu Xiaogang to refuse.

You could've at least hesitated for a second!

Luo Sanpao died saving you, and this is how you repay him!

Yu Xiaogang's values shocked Tang San all over again.

It was as if he'd only just met Gangzi today.

"Xiao San, I really do want to save him, but I'm even more afraid of ending up like Er Long, reduced to ashes."

"If I die... then Sanpao will have died for nothing."

"If I die, Dong'er will have waited for me in vain..."

This time, Yu Xiaogang's voice was resolute. It was clear that he truly feared death.

"Heh... this is what humans are like, filthy to the core..."

Di Tian knelt on one knee and watched the scene before him, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.

"Even becoming gods doesn't change the selfishness carved into their bones."

After speaking, Di Tian raised his head. All hope of survival had left his eyes.

Only The Master could save him now, but if she acted, the Divine Realm would hunt her down.

The Master was the hope of all Soul Beasts. He could die, but she absolutely couldn't be exposed.

With that thought, Di Tian spoke:

"God of Fire, kill me."

At that, Feng Yan smiled and withdrew the Samadhi True Fire from Di Tian's body.

"Kill you? I couldn't bear to."

"Do you know why you're still alive?"

Di Tian shook his head and was just about to reply...

"Shh."

Feng Yan raised a finger to his lips.

"You'll find out soon enough."

With that, Feng Yan walked toward Tang San.

"San Gege, enough with all this nonsense. Let's get down to business first."

"Where's Wutong's divine soul? Give it to me."

On the way here, Tang San had laid out his entire plan for Feng Yan.

After all, Feng Yan was the Sword Bearer he had chosen. He couldn't keep him in the dark about everything.

Tang San looked at him and fell silent for a moment. "What are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do? Help you carry out your ten-thousand-year plan, of course."

Feng Yan smiled. "You wanted to put Wutong's divine soul into that Auspicious Beast's body, didn't you? Give it to me. I'll do it myself."

Tang San watched Feng Yan, his eyes betraying no hint of emotion.

"God of Fire, you were pretty quick to refuse just now."

Feng Yan shook his head and pretended to sigh. "You're right. Wutong doesn't have enough talent. She needs destiny on her side."

Tang San stared at him for a while, then suddenly said, "God of Fire, you've changed."

"Have I?"

Feng Yan sighed again. "I'm still the same. I know when to chicken out, and when to go all in."

Tang San took a golden ball of light from his robes.

Feng Yan knew that aura all too well. It was half of Wutong's divine soul!

Suppressing his anger, he smiled as he accepted it.

Tang San!

You've earned yourself a death sentence!!!

Tang San watched his hand and fell silent for a long time.

In the end, he still held out the ball of golden light.

"Be careful. Xiao Qi is still very fragile."

"Don't worry, San Gege. I'm more worried about her than you are." Feng Yan practically ground out the words through clenched teeth.

The golden light settled into his palm, warm as a beating heart.

He lowered his eyes to the ball of light and the sleeping girl within, then whispered:

"Wutong, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

Then Feng Yan stored Tang Wutong's divine soul in his Sea of Consciousness to nurture it.

"San Gege, you've been wonderful. Thank you for everything you've done..."

"Now... good night."

With that—

A wet, ripping sound.

Feng Yan's right hand pierced straight through Tang San's chest.

"Why?!"

Tang San looked down at the hand running through his chest, his face full of disbelief.

Yu Xiaogang, standing nearby, was dumbfounded too.

What was going on?

Why were you two fighting?!

What about my Sanpao?!

Feng Yan gave no explanation.

His divine power surged, quickly suppressing the consciousness of Tang San's divine thought before sealing it into a Blue-Gold Bead.

Then he stored the divine thought in his portable space and addressed a certain Fart God:

"Gangzi, I've sensed it for a long time."

"Spit out the Sea God Trident."