Tang Ya Arrives, Tang Sect Annihilated

"Is that so? It must be about my spirit ring," Bei Bei laughed as he climbed out of bed. His cultivation level was no secret to Mu En and the others.

"Regardless, you must prioritize your own well-being. Even if you fail, it doesn't matter; as long as you are safe and sound, that is enough." Zhang Lexuan stepped forward and straightened Bei Bei's collar.

There was a hint of worry in her tone. Clearly, she knew Bei Bei was preparing for his Martial Soul Evolution, but since she couldn't offer much help in such matters, she could only offer her earnest admonitions.

"Rest assured! When have you ever seen me fail?" Bei Bei stood there composed, his posture as straight as a pine, a smile gracing his face.

Bei Bei reached out to wrap his arms around Zhang Lexuan's lithe and supple waist, pulling her into his embrace. He kissed her crimson lips with a touch of dominance, lingering and turning over them with meticulous care.

Zhang Lexuan's body involuntarily tensed. Feeling Bei Bei's sunny, warm aura, she felt as if everything around them had gone quiet, as if time itself had frozen.

Bei Bei's hands stroked her waist gently, the delicate and tender sensation making her unable to help but hold her breath.

Before long, Zhang Lexuan's face was flushed red, and she found herself struggling to catch her breath.

Only then did Bei Bei release her. Looking at the bashful Zhang Lexuan, he couldn't help but whisper into her ear, "Wait for me to return."

"Mm." Zhang Lexuan nodded slightly, a sound barely audible escaping her lips.

If the students of the Inner Court were to see their revered Senior Sister acting like such a delicate young woman, their jaws would surely hit the floor.

Seeing Bei Bei leave, Zhang Lexuan finally let out a long sigh of relief. Recalling what had just happened, her cheeks flushed red once more, and she shyly covered her heated face with her hands.

Bei Bei left the room and headed in the direction of the Golden Ancient Tree.

Upon arriving beneath the Golden Ancient Tree, Bei Bei saw the figure of Mu En.

Even though Mu En's body had fully recovered, he still maintained the habit of lying on that recliner made from the branches of the Golden Ancient Tree.

Beside him sat a petite figure.

"Tang Ya! Why are you here?" Although Bei Bei's tone was inquisitive, his eyes held a look of complete understanding.

"My parents were murdered by a sect, and the foundation of the Tang Sect was seized by them as well." Tang Ya's voice was somewhat hoarse, her eyes bloodshot and constantly brimming with tears, yet she held herself together, refusing to let them fall.

Bei Bei did not react strongly; he had already anticipated this outcome.

"I went to the factions that were once on good terms with the Tang Sect, but without exception, they turned me away. Even the Clear Sky Sect refused to see me. I have nowhere else to go, so I could only come to Shrek Academy," Tang Ya said softly.

Although Tang Ya only spoke a few short sentences, everyone could feel the hardships she had faced along the way from her tone.

A mere ten-year-old girl, left homeless and helpless after the death of her parents.

No one knew how many places she had visited or how many cold shoulders and taunts she had endured before arriving at Shrek Academy.

For a young girl, this was indeed too cruel, yet she had not collapsed, which spoke volumes of her inner conviction.

Bei Bei could sense that these experiences had indeed left a mark on Tang Ya, planting a seed of darkness in the depths of her heart—though, of course, it could also be the influence of her own innate talent.

"So, do you need us to help you take revenge and reclaim the Tang Sect's foundation?" Bei Bei asked.

"No, I will take revenge myself." Tang Ya's delicate face twisted with a hint of ferocity. The blood feud of her parents was irreconcilable; she did not wish to rely on others.

"I want to enter Shrek Academy to improve my strength," Tang Ya said. "I will personally reclaim the Tang Sect's foundation. I will make the Tang Sect rise again and bring the Hidden Weapons back to glory."

"What you've said is contradictory," Bei Bei shook his head slightly. "Your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul dictates that you cannot become a powerful Spirit Master. If you do not change the rigid, outdated traditions of the Tang Sect, the sect cannot be revived. If you do not embrace Soul Tools and reform the Hidden Weapons, the Tang Sect's Hidden Weapons will never flourish."

Bei Bei's words were extremely sharp, pointing out the flaws in both Tang Ya and the Tang Sect.

"No, think back to the first Sect Master of the Tang Sect. His Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass, yet he eventually became a god. You should know this," Tang Ya insisted stubbornly.

"First of all, Tang San was a possessor of Twin Martial Souls; his second Martial Soul was the top-tier tool Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer. Secondly, his first Martial Soul was not Blue Silver Grass, but the top-tier plant-type Martial Soul, the Blue Silver Emperor." Bei Bei's words peeled away, layer by layer, the facts that Tang Ya had been avoiding and refusing to face.

Tang Ya's face grew paler, and she bit her lower lip. The obsession with reviving the Tang Sect had been the belief that kept her going.

Bei Bei continued, "And your Tang Sect's successive Sect Masters blindly worshipped the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, immersing themselves in false glory, which resulted in your Tang Sect lacking a stable and powerful Martial Soul inheritance..."

"No... that's not it." Tang Ya shook her head, her pupils contracting. Her heart refused to admit it, but the cruel reality forced her to see the truth.

The worldview her father had instilled in her began to waver, and Tang Ya's mind fell into disarray.

"My Tang Sect's inheritance... and the Hidden Weapons..." Tang Ya's lips trembled slightly as she tried to refute Bei Bei's words.

At this moment, Mu En emitted a soft, warm aura of light that instantly enveloped Tang Ya, soothing her agitated emotions.

"Xiao Ya, you've traveled a long way and must be tired. Go and get some rest. We can discuss everything else tomorrow," Mu En said.

Interrupting the conversation between Bei Bei and Tang Ya, his voice was gentle and kind, instantly calming Tang Ya's emotions.

Tang Ya's gaze dimmed, and she turned to leave, looking utterly dejected.

Seeing that she had walked far away, Mu En looked at Bei Bei with a sense of helplessness.

He had assumed that since the two had met before, Bei Bei would offer some comfort, but he hadn't expected him to lay the facts out so bluntly, nearly causing the girl to have a breakdown.

"Bei Bei, she is still young. Why must you make her bear such immense pressure?" Mu En said softly.

Having experienced such a massive upheaval in a short time, Tang Ya was already physically and mentally exhausted. Now, facing such a cruel reality, it was difficult for her to accept such a blow.

"I was merely telling her the facts," Bei Bei didn't think much of it. "To wear the crown, one must bear its weight. Since she chose to take on the mantle of Tang Sect Master, it is better that she does not hold onto those delusional fantasies."

Bei Bei continued, "Furthermore, I am not just speaking empty words. I have already told her the solution; how she chooses is up to her. Whether to follow the old path of the Tang Sect or to accept the reforms of the new era, everything depends on her."

Bei Bei's thinking was simple: he had provided the method, and as for how to proceed or what path to take, that was for her to decide for herself.