The Path to Death for Disrespecting Ancestors

Hearing the commotion behind her, Tang Ya shuddered. Realizing someone else was present, she hurriedly released Xiao Yi and scrambled to pull clothes from her Soul Tool.

Xiao Yi watched on, sighing once more at how extraordinary the Blue Silver Plastic Surgery was. Tang Ya had always been beautiful, the quintessential "white moonlight" upperclassman type, especially with that high ponytail that often stirred memories of Xiao Yi's past life.

Though in that past life, he had been nothing but a pathetic simp, and for several years at that.

The current Tang Ya possessed a more ethereal and refined temperament, carrying an air of natural, refreshing purity. She was lively, spirited, and peerlessly elegant. Naturally, other aspects had changed significantly as well; by his estimation, she had leveled up at least a tier.

She truly lived up to her life attribute; one bite and her health bar would likely be restored to full.

Tang Ya quickly slipped into a long dress, but because her figure had become much more slender than before, the fit was slightly off. Her graceful curves were faintly visible, causing a flush of red to bloom across the girl's fair skin.

If it were only Xiao Yi present, it would be fine, as the two were already intimately familiar with one another. But there was another person in the room.

She did recognize Tang Wutong; her own little Yu Tong spent every day with her, so they had naturally crossed paths a few times. When she first saw Tang Wutong's true face, she had actually felt relieved. It was a good thing her man was charming, but it was better if he didn't attract the same sex.

Suddenly, Tang Ya's eyes rolled, and an idea struck her.

"Xiao Yi, my clothes are a bit small. Give me one of yours." She spoke in a soft, fragile tone, dripping with a hint of "tea-like" affectation.

What? Tang Wutong, standing to the side, was incensed upon hearing this. You unfilial descendant, I haven't even worn his clothes yet, so how could it be your turn? And what is the meaning of that tone? She glared fiercely at Xiao Yi, looking ready to hiss and attack at any moment.

Xiao Yi ignored the bristling Haji-Tong; this cat would soften up the moment he stroked her fur twice, and then she would be putty in his hands.

He took out a dark black robe he often wore, walked behind Tang Ya, lifted her long hair, and gently draped the robe over her, concealing the vitality that was threatening to burst forth.

"Thank you, Xiao Yi." Tang Ya pinched her voice, speaking in a sugary tone as she hugged Xiao Yi's arm, casting a provocative glance at Tang Wutong. She hadn't been entirely unaware of the outside world during her Martial Soul evolution; she had been able to sense the occasional movements of the two.

At first, the places where they practiced flying were limited to the room, but later, they were flying everywhere. Moreover, the scent of her own man on Tang Wutong was ridiculously strong.

Damn it, I've been back-stabbing-ly robbed! I was clearly here first!

Tang Wutong, who had been ready to hiss, saw Tang Ya's gaze shift from provocation to resentment and suddenly realized the situation. A sly smile appeared on her face. So what if you're his first girlfriend? I am his first woman. Your ancestor is your ancestor, after all.

Like a butterfly dancing in the air, her powder-blue hair fluttering, she hopped over to Xiao Yi's other side, hooked her arm through his, and wore an increasingly smug expression.

Xiao Yi was thus escorted back to the room, flanked by the two women.

Watching the two women who seemed to be at daggers drawn, Xiao Yi gently squeezed Tang Ya's jade-like hand. On the other side, Tang Wutong felt that familiar tingling sensation, and her body instantly went soft on one side.

Through their many "adjustments," Xiao Yi had figured out the location of the switch on this girl. A single jolt of soul power, and Haji-Tong would be docile on the spot.

Ignoring the dazed look in Tang Wutong's eyes, Xiao Yi turned his curious gaze toward Tang Ya, his words filled with concern.

"Xiao Ya, how do you feel? Any changes to your Martial Soul?" Although he knew there shouldn't be any issues with her Martial Soul evolution, Xiao Yi asked anyway.

Tang Ya giggled at his words, stepped forward, and pecked Xiao Yi on the cheek.

"My Martial Soul has evolved into the Dark Blue Silver Emperor, and I can now control that devouring power. This way, I don't have to worry about losing my sanity anymore, Xiao Yi."

Tang Ya said with delight. This had been her greatest worry; whenever she recalled the hatred of her past, a seductive voice would whisper in her heart, tempting her to touch that forbidden power.

Now that her Martial Soul had evolved, she no longer had to fear that. Thinking of this, Tang Ya looked at Xiao Yi with eyes full of tenderness.

Xiao Yi nodded slightly. He had heard Tang Ya speak of everything in detail, so he was naturally happy for her. Helping her take revenge was not difficult, but the knots in her heart could only be untied by Tang Ya herself. Now that she possessed the talent, revenge was no longer an unreachable dream.

"And Xiao Yi, during this period of seclusion, relying on the two Mid-Grade Soul Ascension Pills and the Fallen Fire Seal you gave me, I broke through the level 40 bottleneck in one go. This young lady is now a quasi-Soul Ancestor." Tang Ya said quite excitedly. She hadn't even dared to dream of this cultivation speed and level before.

Tang Wutong, standing to the side, pricked up her ears, looking exactly like a rabbit peering around.

What the heck? Mid-Grade Soul Ascension Pills? Fallen Fire Seal? All given by Xiao Yi? Why didn't I get any? A mountain of question marks appeared in her mind. She seemed to only have two low-grade ones, which she hadn't even eaten yet. She had only just reached level 26, and naturally, she was listening to Xiao Yi's advice to wait until level 28 to maximize the effects.

She cast a gloomy look at Xiao Yi; she had to get to the bottom of this.

She could accept other things, but she could not accept Xiao Yi treating her unfairly or not touching her—the latter being far more important.

"Not bad, Xiao Ya. Nannan has also started her seclusion to absorb the Soul Ascension Pill these past few days. Once she emerges, I will ask an academy teacher to take you both to hunt for a soul ring." Xiao Yi stroked Tang Ya's soft hair and spoke with a smile. As for why he wouldn't let them join the academy's hunting team directly...

It was mainly because Xuan Zi was leading the team during this period.

He didn't dare.

"Mm, Xiao Yi, you're the best." Tang Ya hugged Xiao Yi's arm tightly, her eyes fixed solely on him.

Xiao Yi rubbed his nose. He was deeply touched by Tang Ya's genuine display of affection. This kind of gaze was something many spent their whole lives searching for. People often said that being "love-brained" was foolish, but when a love-brained person truly belonged to you, who could remain unmoved?

The Romance Continent was truly terrifying.

He glanced at Tang Wutong, who was pouting on the other side. Yes, truly terrifying.

Seeing the two of them being all lovey-dovey and about to start kissing right in front of her, a small hand shoved its way between them.

"Xiao Yi, you promised me you'd spend tonight with me." Tang Wutong tilted her chin up, looking as smug as a victorious rooster.

Hmph, mere Tang Ya, daring to disrespect your ancestor. I'm going to take your man tonight, and you'll only be able to listen from outside.

Xiao Yi blinked. He had indeed promised to spend the night with this girl, but facing Tang Ya's pitiful, watery eyes and the proud curves she was intentionally revealing by pulling open her robe, he didn't know how he could resist.

The life energy of this Blue Silver Grass was practically overflowing; he had to help her refine it!

Meeting Xiao Yi's gaze, Tang Ya's eyes rolled, and a sly smile appeared, looking just like a fox.

"Little Sister Wutong is right. Xiao Yi belongs to you tonight, so for now, he belongs to me."

"What?" Before Tang Wutong could answer, a thick vine of Blue Silver Grass grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, tossed her out like a kitten, and shut the door behind her.

Tang Wutong sat on the ground, stunned. Wait, is there a cow?

Then came the shame and anger. You Tang Ya, daring to disrespect your ancestor! I see you are already courting death!