Eight Reborn Ones, One Big Show

Oscar's gaze remained locked onto Ning Rongrong.

The young girl hid behind Fu Qin, her pale yellow skirt swaying slightly. Her exposed forearms were as fair as jade, and the tip of her nose was tinged with a faint pink from the recent fright.

Those sparkling almond eyes were filled with nothing but dependence on Fu Qin, much like a startled little beast.

This sight, falling into Oscar's eyes, did not evoke a shred of pity; instead, it stirred the darkest desires deep within his heart.

A faint, hypocritical smile played on his lips, while his eyes flickered with greed and possessiveness.

Ning Rongrong, the Nine-Colored Goddess of his past life, his rightful wife.

In the God Realm, she was a goddess revered by all, possessing dazzling power and beauty. Even as the God of Food, he had to show her a degree of deference in front of others.

But now, she was just a young girl who had yet to awaken the memories of her past life—ignorant and naive, yet she insisted on clinging to that wet-behind-the-ears brat, Fu Qin!

The mere thought of Ning Rongrong hiding behind Fu Qin without hesitation, and the memory of their intimate interactions along the way, made Oscar's heart ache as if pricked by needles. Jealousy and rage intertwined, nearly clouding his mind.

But he quickly calmed down, a flash of malice crossing his eyes.

Fortunately, judging by the appearance of Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, it was clear they had not yet recovered their past-life memories.

The terror and resistance in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, and Ning Rongrong's reliance and trust in Fu Qin, all indicated they were still just girls of this era, completely oblivious to everything regarding the God Realm and their entanglements in the past.

This is for the best, Oscar sneered inwardly, a despicable plan forming in his mind.

As long as he could possess her body before Ning Rongrong awakened her past memories, making her his own, everything would be settled.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect valued reputation above all else. Once Ning Rongrong lost her chastity to him, and he revealed his talent just as he had in his past life, the sect would have no choice but to acknowledge him as their son-in-law for the sake of their honor.

By then, not only would he have claimed the beauty ahead of schedule, but he could also leverage the resources of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to accelerate his own cultivation.

Even if Ning Rongrong recovered her past memories later, so what?

The deed would be done; she would already be his.

Moreover, they were all destined to become gods once again.

If Ning Rongrong were sensible and willing to follow him obediently, he might even allow her to ascend to the position of the Nine-Colored Goddess once more.

But if she dared to resist and refused to become a god, that was fine too.

Once he attained godhood, he would have plenty of ways to forcibly abduct her to the God Realm. By then, she would no longer be the high-and-mighty Nine-Colored Goddess, but merely a canary in his hand to be toyed with at will—left with no room to resist.

As for Fu Qin? Oscar's gaze swept contemptuously over the back blocking Ning Rongrong. Although the other party was indeed strong and could hold his own in a direct confrontation with Dai Mubai, he was currently only a level 34 Soul Master. No matter how high his talent, what could he do?

Without the opportunity to become a god or the experience of a past life, he would at most reach the level of a Limit Douluo.

And he, possessing the complete experience of godhood from his past life, had a 99% certainty of becoming a god again, provided he could secure the immortal herbs in Tang San's possession.

A god and a Limit Douluo might seem only a step apart, but in reality, they were as different as heaven and earth.

Once he became a god, crushing Fu Qin would be as simple as crushing an ant.

The current Fu Qin was not worthy of being his opponent; he was merely a stumbling block on his path to success, one that would be kicked aside sooner or later.

Thinking this, Oscar's mood improved significantly. His gaze shifted slowly, finally landing on Xiao Wu.

The young girl wore a pale pink dress and stood beside Fu Qin. Her figure was graceful, her skin fair, and her pink eyes were calm and ripple-less, yet they exuded a coldness that kept others at a distance.

Oscar understood.

If his guess was correct, Xiao Wu, like Tang San, had been reincarnated and had already recovered her past-life memories.

After all, there was not a trace of unfamiliarity or curiosity in the way Xiao Wu looked at him—only pure indifference, and perhaps a hint of imperceptible disgust.

He nodded slightly toward Xiao Wu, a smile he deemed gentle tugging at his lips, and even raised a hand to wave at her as a greeting.

He did not care about Xiao Wu's attitude. In his view, she was merely an appendage of Tang San. As long as he, Dai Mubai, and Tang San joined forces, even if Xiao Wu had recovered her memories, she wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu merely nodded with an indifferent expression, not even sparing Oscar an extra glance.

What a joke. How could she possibly feel even a shred of goodwill toward someone like Oscar?

In her past life in the God Realm, she had seen it clearly: Oscar appeared gentle and refined on the surface, but was actually hypocritical and cunning. Like Dai Mubai, he was just another wretch who would stop at nothing to satisfy his own selfish desires.

Furthermore, now that he had recovered his past-life memories, how could the flash of greed and malice in his eyes escape her notice?

She subconsciously leaned closer to Fu Qin, and the unease in her heart dissipated slightly.

Lifting her eyes to look at Oscar's hypocritical smile, a cold killing intent flickered in her gaze.

If Oscar dared to do anything to her, Fu Qin, Ning Rongrong, or Zhu Zhuqing, she would show no mercy.

Fu Qin took all of this in, a cold sneer playing in his heart.

Oscar had no idea that Fu Qin had already learned of his entire plan through his system panel.

It had to be said.

The mindset of someone who had once been a god was truly different from that of an ordinary mortal.

One had to remember that they only possessed the memories of godhood, not the actual strength of a god.

It was no wonder Xiao Wu felt such disgust and wariness toward Oscar.

After some conversation, everyone returned to their respective rooms to rest.

However, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing both subconsciously followed behind Fu Qin and Xiao Wu.

Before long.

A ripple of soul power indicating a breakthrough in cultivation emanated from the room next door.

Fu Qin raised an eyebrow, feeling no surprise in his heart.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others all wore expressions of astonishment.

But they soon guessed that it was likely Tang San who had broken through to the level thirty Soul Elder realm.

After all, in his previous life, he had broken through during this very period.

As a God King reborn, even though his first two spirit rings were mediocre, he possessed the cultivation experience of his past life, along with the support of the Mysterious Heaven Skill and his Twin Martial Souls. Even while suffering from severe injuries, breaking through to a level thirty Soul Elder was merely a matter of time.

Just as they all arrived at Tang San's room.

Flender's hearty laughter echoed from outside the door.

"Good lad! You truly are the student I set my sights on, breaking through to level thirty even while heavily injured!"

Immediately following was Zhao Wuji's gruff agreement: "With this talent of Tang San's, his future achievements will be absolutely limitless!"

Fu Qin and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance and pushed the door open to walk out.

They saw Tang San standing at the doorway of the adjacent room; his face still carried a hint of paleness, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, and the soul power fluctuations around him were steady and refined, clearly indicating he had already stabilized his realm as a level thirty Soul Elder.