Lightning Strike on Buddha Tang

Tang San arrived at this location at this moment; he ignored Di Tian, who was being throttled in Feng Yan's hand, and instead looked toward Yu Xiaogang.

"Little San!"

Feeling the familiar fluctuation of divine power, Yu Xiaogang knew instantly that his good disciple had arrived.

"Quick, save Sanpao! You must go and save it!"

Save Luo Sanpao?

Tang San sneered inwardly.

You were staying perfectly fine in the God Realm, yet you insisted on sneaking down to the mortal world to find your old flame, causing your own ten-thousand-year grand plan to be nearly discovered by Destruction.

Now that you've gotten Luo Sanpao killed, who can you blame for that?

The main body in the God Realm is practically on the verge of fighting Destruction right now—all of this is your fault, Gangzi!

Tang San believed that although he was only a divine projection, it wouldn't be difficult to forcibly sustain Luo Sanpao's soul so it wouldn't dissipate.

But the question was, why would he do that?

Tang San did not voice these thoughts.

He simply looked at Yu Xiaogang.

He looked at this teacher who, in order to prove his own theories, had used him as a test subject, nearly caused him to absorb a ten-year Lone Bamboo, and had swindled him with theories plagiarized from the Martial Soul Hall.

Tang San had originally intended to refuse, to let Yu Xiaogang learn a proper lesson.

But just a moment before he spoke, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Teacher, as you can see, I am only a divine projection; I cannot resurrect a life that has passed."

"However... it is not impossible to resurrect Sanpao."

Feng Yan was drawn by the voice and turned to look.

What kind of scheme did this Buddha Tang have now?

Yu Xiaogang might not understand, but how could he not?

Gods could resurrect mortals, but only on the condition that their souls had not dissipated.

Although Luo Sanpao's soul had not yet dissipated, it was, after all, a divine beast.

Even if it were weaker than a God Official, it still bore the word "divine."

Could a divine being be resurrected so easily?

"Little San! What is the way! Tell me quickly."

"No matter how difficult it is, I will spare no cost to resurrect Sanpao!"

Yu Xiaogang asked hurriedly, as if he had grasped the last straw of hope.

"I want you to head to the Star Luo Dai Clan, find a youth with Spirit Eyes, and take him as your disciple."

"Then, teach him exactly how you taught me!"

After saying this, the corners of Tang San's mouth tilted slightly.

Dai Yuhao... Dai Yuhao...

Although you are the Child of Destiny, being my, Tang San's, son-in-law is not so easy.

This is only the beginning; once you reach that place...

"Is that all?"

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

"Of course not."

Tang San's tone became gentle: "You also need to inject all of your divine position and divine power into Sanpao's body to nourish its divine soul and, incidentally, repair its physical form."

"Teacher, are you willing?"

Willing?

Yu Xiaogang understood Tang San's meaning: was it a choice between his divine position or Sanpao's life?

If it were in the past, he would have definitely hesitated before painfully choosing the divine position.

But now...

He would still choose the divine position, and he wouldn't hesitate for even a second!!!

Are you joking? This is a chance at eternal life!

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

But he wanted his own life even more!

Especially to avoid dying the same way as his wife, Liu Erlong!

"I am not willing!"

"Very well, Teacher, then I shall..." Tang San began with a smile.

"Wait... you're unwilling?"

Tang San's smile froze; he had not expected Yu Xiaogang to refuse.

You could have at least hesitated for a second, damn it!

Luo Sanpao died to save you, and this is how you treat it!

Yu Xiaogang's moral compass truly shocked Tang San once again.

It felt as if he were only meeting Gangzi for the first time today.

"San, I truly want to save it, but I am even more afraid of ending up like Er Long, dying until not even ashes remain."

"If I die... then Sanpao's sacrifice to shield me will have been in vain."

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

Yu Xiaogang's tone was exceptionally firm this time; it was clear he was truly terrified of death.

"Heh... such is the filth of humanity..."

Di Tian knelt on one knee, watching this scene unfold with a mocking sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Even after becoming gods, they still cannot shed the selfishness carved into their very bones."

Having said this, Di Tian raised his head, his eyes devoid of any hope for survival.

Only The Master could save him now, but once The Master intervened, it would inevitably invite the pursuit of the God Realm.

The Master was the hope of all soul beasts; he could die, but The Master must never be exposed.

Clinging to this thought, Di Tian spoke up:

"God of Fire, just kill me."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yan smiled and withdrew the Samadhi True Fire from within Di Tian's body.

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

"Do you know why you are still alive?"

Di Tian shook his head, just about to reply...

"Shh."

Feng Yan made a silencing gesture toward him.

"You will know soon enough."

With that, Feng Yan began to walk toward Tang San.

"Brother San, never mind all this messy business; let's focus on the task at hand."

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

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

After all, Feng Yan was the sword-bearer he had chosen; he couldn't be kept in the dark.

Tang San looked at him, silent for a moment. "What are you planning to do?"

"What am I doing? Helping you complete your ten-thousand-year grand plan, of course."

Feng Yan laughed. "Aren't you trying to shove Wutong's divine soul into the body of that so-called Auspicious Beast? Give it to me; I will handle the operation myself."

Tang San looked at Feng Yan, his eyes revealing no ripples of emotion.

"God of Fire, you refused quite decisively just a moment ago."

Feng Yan shook his head, feigning a sigh. "You were right; Wutong's talent is insufficient, and she requires destiny."

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

"Have I?"

Feng Yan sighed again. "Still the same as always—knowing when to cower and when to step up."

Tang San reached into his robes and produced a sphere of golden light.

Feng Yan was intimately familiar with that aura; it was exactly half of Wutong's divine soul!

He suppressed his surging rage and accepted it with a smile.

Tang San!

You have already paved your own road to death!!!

Tang San watched his hand, remaining silent for a long time.

In the end, he handed over the ball of golden light.

"Be careful, Xiao Qi is still very fragile right now."

"Rest assured, Brother San, I am even more worried about her than you are." Feng Yan said these words through gritted teeth.

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

He lowered his head to look at the light, watching the girl sleeping within, and whispered:

"Wutong, it is my failure that I did not protect you well."

Following this, Feng Yan placed Tang Wutong's divine soul within his own sea of consciousness to nourish it.

"Brother San, you are truly outstanding; thank you for your contributions..."

"And so... goodnight."

Having said that.

Squelch.

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

"Why!"

Tang San looked down at the hand protruding from his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

Yu Xiaogang, standing to the side, was also stunned.

What is going on here?

Why have you two started fighting!

What about my Sanpao!

Feng Yan offered no explanation.

With a surge of divine power, he swiftly suppressed the consciousness of this divine projection of Tang San, sealing it into a blue-gold bead.

Afterward, he stored this divine projection into his personal space and addressed a certain Fart God:

"Gangzi, I have sensed you for a long time."

"Spit out the Sea God Trident."