Tang San Was Forced to Expose Himself! A Forty-Year-Old Soul!

"Are you sure Tang San created that himself?" Ma Hongjun asked strangely. "The First Hong's version looks stronger, doesn't it?"

"What?!"

Looking closely.

The same techniques, the same hidden weapons.

Yet First Hong's hidden weapons were more powerful—he simply could not shoot them down all at once?!

Tang San could only knock them aside from the flank, protecting himself.

Once the hidden weapons had been exhausted, the dust settled.

Metal covered the ground, gleaming with multicolored light beneath the sun.

Poisonous.

Tang San stared blankly at First Hong.

More precisely, at the metal fan he was idly playing with.

It had just been gifted by the God of Emotion, and it was called—

"Peacock Plume?!" Tang San shrieked. "The Peacock Plume, ranked third on the hidden weapon list? You actually made one?!"

First Hong smiled without answering and aimed the Peacock Plume at Tang San.

So who was the fake, and who was the real one now?

Tang San instantly did not dare move!

As the third-ranked hidden weapon, the Peacock Plume could at least pierce a Soul Saint's defenses. Even a Title Douluo caught off guard would suffer severe injuries.

A mere two-ring Soul Grandmaster like him had no choice but death.

Under the threat of death.

Tang San's brain spun at high speed, and he finally recognized one fact—regardless of how First Hong had obtained the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, his mastery of it far surpassed Tang San's.

—But Tang San had lived two lives!

So.

Could First Hong also be someone from another world?

"Are you also a disciple of the Ba Shu Tang Clan?" Tang San probed. "Do you know Tang Lan Old Grandfather?"

First Hong's gaze turned strange at those words.

But he put away the Peacock Plume.

Tang San thought they had exchanged a secret code. Along with his shock came even greater fear.

He was not the only one from the Ba Shu Tang Clan to transmigrate?

Had they come to continue enforcing the law?

Even if his debts had died with him in his previous life.

Wasn't what he had just done another kind of betrayal?

Tang San's face turned pale as gold paper as he held his breath in terror.

Waiting for judgment.

"God of Emotion": Good! Very good!

"God of Emotion": So you, Tang San, can feel fear too?

"God of Emotion": Host, how did you think of using this to scare him?

"God of Emotion": What exactly is this Ba Shu Tang Clan?

"God of Emotion": Hurry up and make this little brat tell the truth!

User "God of Emotion" sent a gift: "God-Given Spirit Eye"×1

Not bad. Sensible.

First Hong did not reply. Instead, he pretended to reminisce.

"The Ba Shu Tang Clan."

"Back then, there was someone who called himself the greatest assassin in the world and boldly declared that he would assassinate my grandfather."

"After he was captured, though, he cried streams of tears and snot, knelt on the ground, and said he was willing to offer up the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record in exchange for his life."

Tang San first let out a hard breath.

First Hong was not from the Ba Shu Tang Clan, so Tang San would not be judged.

But then his heart clenched!

He had handed over the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record just to save his own miserable life?

That traitor deserved to die!

"Oh, right."

First Hong seemed to recall something and tapped the Peacock Plume.

Tang San's heart thumped violently at the sight!

Be careful!

Once that thing was activated, it attacked indiscriminately!

First Hong recalled—

"That guy also swore that he would never teach it to anyone else and would live anonymously from then on."

"Could it be that he was the one who taught you the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record?"

"Then he would have broken his oath. I'll have to enforce the law on my grandfather's behalf and cripple your cultivation."

Tang San's pounding heart leaped straight into his throat!

Damn it!

It was bad enough that guy had betrayed the Tang Clan, but he had even cut off the path for future generations?

You are Seeking Death!!!

But seeing the dangerous look in First Hong's eyes and how he seemed ready to act at the slightest disagreement.

Tang San's mind raced. How could he shake off this blame?

But he had no way to prove that his Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record had not come from that traitor.

What should he do?

Make up a master?

That traitor could have disguised himself in order to pass down his inheritance!

After thinking it over and over.

Tang San still could not find a reasonable explanation.

Just as First Hong's hand reached for the Peacock Plume's activation switch.

Tang San steeled himself and shouted—

"I'm not from this world!"

The Shrek crowd, who had been watching the drama unfold, blinked in confusion.

Huh?

What did that mean?

First Hong tilted his head, signaling Tang San to continue.

Tang San gave a bitter smile.

He began recounting his previous life bit by bit.

To make himself more believable, he even described the details of his life, the construction of the Tang Clan, martial world legends, and more.

Nearby.

Flender wore a strange expression, as though he had just stumbled onto an enormous secret.

The entirely new concept of an Eastern martial world possessed complete logic and rules.

It was not something a twelve-year-old child could have imagined out of thin air.

So it was probably true?

But.

Tang San's father was the Clear Sky Douluo!

If he learned that his own son had been "possessed" before he was even born—

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

That scene would definitely be exciting.

"Little San, your soul is a forty-year-old uncle?" Xiao Wu widened her eyes. "Then for the past six years, you've still been sleeping under the same blanket as me? You've been taking advantage of me?"

Tang San did not answer.

He had to survive first before worrying about coaxing girls.

First Hong, on the other hand, was amused.

—What right did a several-ten-thousand-year-old rogue rabbit have to call someone else a forty-year-old uncle?

"Nine Color Goddess": So Tang San has lived two lives? Isn't that unfair?

"God King of Destruction 002": The previous Asura God King pulled people over from everywhere while searching for an heir, but it seems only Tang San managed to endure it.

"God of Speed": So Tang San has cultivated since childhood? Is that acquired full Soul Power?

"God of Emotion": Hah! The inner disciples over there could at least learn the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record! The techniques this guy left behind in the Douluo Tang Clan aren't even complete!

"God of Emotion": Host, cripple this guy's martial arts! I want him to experience what it feels like to be useless!

That's just how double-standard God Kings are, First Hong replied. God of Emotion, don't get worked up yet. Watch me keep playing him.

First Hong withdrew his gaze and looked at Tang San with a smile.

"Your story is full of details and bizarre twists. I'll reluctantly say you pass."

"Didn't you want to make the Lovesick Heartbreak Red acknowledge you as its master? I'll give you a chance."

"If you succeed, you can take the Immortal Herb with you."

"If you fail."

First Hong chuckled.

"I'll keep that a secret for now. I'll tell you later."

The moment Tang San heard that.

He sensed that the price of failure would probably be severe.

But.

For this chance, he had even exposed his identity as a visitor from another world.

Was he supposed to give up now, at the very end?

The sunk cost was too great. He could not accept it.

He gritted his teeth!

"I'll risk it!"

"Come on!"

"I believe my love will definitely move the Lovesick Heartbreak Red!"

First Hong merely smiled and handed over the Lovesick Heartbreak Red.

Tang San took a deep breath.

He cut open his finger with a flying knife, and blood dripped onto the flower, gathering without falling.

At the same time, he gazed at Xiao Wu and recalled every little moment they had shared.

Their first meeting in Seven House, which began with a fight,

The days they spent sleeping beneath the same blanket,

The bond of returning home together after each holiday,

Sensing his sincere love, the Lovesick Heartbreak Red slowly began to bloom.

Its roots and stem swayed as they gradually pulled free from the Black Jade Stone.

First Hong could not help but sigh.

Tang San and Xiao Wu's love was the kind that would make them die for each other.

There was truly nothing to criticize about that.

But.