Tang San Catches the Cicada, the Angel is Behind

Tang San's complexion shifted from pale to crimson in an instant.

He unleashed the Tang Sect bloodline on the spot, the ultimate mystery.

Swift as the eye, hot as warmth, piercing as defense, thunderous in rage!

Sea God armor, merge.

"What did you say? You want to become a Saintess for the woman who murdered your grandmother and mother?"

If it weren't for the fact that the little brat before him was his own flesh and blood, Tang San would have truly wanted to slap her to death.

"Hmph, Daddy is a liar!"

"Grandma is clearly still alive, and Sister Angel and Sister Dong are so kind; how could they possibly have killed Mom and Grandma?"

"You don't think I'm stupid, do you? I am very smart."

The little girl, with her blue twin-tails and porcelain-carved features, crossed her arms and tilted her head up, wearing an expression that said she had seen through his conspiracy.

Tang San gritted his teeth, his final word almost a roar: "Yes! You're smart, you're the smartest one of all, you're a real genius!"

Tang Wutong didn't seem to realize the gravity of the situation, thinking Tang San was praising her, and shyly covered her face: "Hee hee, that's right, I'm a real genius!"

Tang San was so angry he nearly fainted on the spot.

He, the dignified Sea God Tang San, a man of lifelong prestige—how did he end up with such a foolish, rebellious daughter?

Instead of inheriting the proper Sea God divine position, she spent all day clamoring about wanting to become the Angel God.

And that bastard Qian Renxue, he had no idea what kind of soul-stealing soup she had fed this rebellious girl.

Too despicable.

"Fine, a 'genius,' is that right?"

"Today, I am going to properly discipline you, you genius!"

Tang San could no longer hold back; he extended his right hand, Blue Silver Grass coiling around his palm to form a rattan whip, intending to serve Tang Wutong a taste of the "rattan whip stir-fry."

"Ouch, what are you doing!"

Xiao Wu hurriedly walked over and grabbed Tang San: "Brother San, she is still just a child!"

Seeing that Xiao Wu was still shielding her, Tang San's anger flared even higher: "A child? Look at her, does she look like a child to you?"

"Why are you bickering with a little kid?"

"She's still young? In two days she'll be awakening her Martial Soul, and you call that young?"

Xiao Wu's eyes welled up with tears as she sobbed: "But Brother San, she is still just a child!"

"Child, child, everything is a child! Arghhhhh!"

Tang San regretted why he had been so greedy for those three seconds back then; wouldn't it have been better to just stay on the snake wall?

Tang Wutong was frightened and hid behind Xiao Wu, timidly saying: "Mom, has Dad had a rabies attack? He's so scary."

Hearing this, Tang San completely collapsed.

I'm tired, just let it all end.

In the past, he had been a hair's breadth away from inheriting the Asura God divine position, a hair's breadth from annihilating the Martial Soul Hall.

A hair's breadth from killing Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.

A hair's breadth from making the Tang Sect great once again.

In the end, it was all ruined by that cup of wine from the Asura God.

Asura God, you have done every evil deed; you deserve to die.

Asura God, you have already invited your own death!

Wait, didn't the Asura God have a son?

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Tang San; since his rebellious daughter wasn't living up to expectations, why not just cultivate a son-in-law?

Although he had never met Chen Doudou, the boy was, after all, the son of the Asura God and the Rakshasa God.

The offspring born of a God King and a Tier-1 God.

Throughout history, he could be called the most noble bloodline in the God Realm.

Could his talent possibly be low?

As for whether his own daughter could be a match for him, that should—presumably—be fine, right?

Thinking of this, Tang San glanced at Tang Wutong, who was nibbling on a carrot with a completely heartless attitude, and fell into deep thought.

Should he just give up so as not to embarrass himself?

Could Chen Doudou possibly be interested in this kind of material?

What kind of God Realm joke is that.

No, wait—what if?

What if the kid just happened to be blind and took a liking to his little Seven?

Tang San took a deep breath, a sharp glint flickering in his eyes.

Man proposes, Heaven disposes.

But if one does not plan, there is not even a one in ten thousand chance of success.

Furthermore, he had coveted the Douluo Continent for a long time; the Plane Embryo was something he was determined to obtain!

As long as he could secure Chen Doudou's support, he would dare to absorb the Plane Embryo. By then, his Sea God divine position might even advance further, breaking through to become a God King!

With that in mind, Tang San crouched down, squeezed out a smile, and asked with forced patience, "Wutong, what do you think of your big brother Doudou?"

The innocent and naive Tang Wutong naturally could not fathom such complex schemes. Thinking her father was no longer angry with her, she excitedly shared:

"Papa, big brother Doudou is so cool and amazing! Yesterday, we had a contest to see who could pee the furthest, and he almost peed over his own head."

Tang San instantly turned to stone: "..."

Chen Doudou, you have invited your own death!

"Xiao Wu, don't hold me back! Let me go, I'm going to find Asura and fight him one-on-one!"

"Oh, forget it, just forget it. It's no use; you can't beat him!"

Angel Temple.

"Pfft, hahahaha! Xue'er, tell me quickly, how did you manage that?"

"I'm dying of laughter! The daughter of the dignified Sea God actually said she wants to come to our Martial Soul Hall to be a Saintess."

Bibi Dong, the once cold and peerless Pope of Martial Soul Hall, was currently leaning on a sofa, clutching her sides and laughing without a hint of composure.

The Angel God, who was none other than Qian Renxue, took a light sip of tea and said unhurriedly, "I didn't do much. I just used the Image Projection Mirror to show her Tang San's martial soul, and then I displayed the Angel martial soul."

"As a result, the little girl insisted on becoming a Saintess."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong sat bolt upright, not even pausing to cover the ample cleavage exposed by her sudden movement: "Wait, you gave it to her?"

Qian Renxue blinked, confused: "Gave what?"

"The Angel martial soul! You didn't actually give it to her, did you?"

"She wanted it."

"And you gave it?"

"She insisted."

"I'm asking you, did you give it to her or not?!"

"I told you, she insisted!"

"She insisted, so you just gave it to her?!"

"No! How could I possibly give our enemy the Angel martial soul?"

"That's good."

Bibi Dong patted her chest in relief, terrified.

If a member of the Tang family were to appear in the family with a Six-Winged Angel, she would truly find it disgusting.

Bibi Dong stretched lazily, her perfect, balanced curves fully revealed as her chest arched in a heart-stopping curve.

She yawned and asked, "Come to think of it, why hasn't that kid Doudou been coming around lately?"

Ever since her Rakshasa God position was urgently revoked back then, Bibi Dong had been bored to tears in the God Realm.

Thanks to her old superior, the Rakshasa God, who had a precious son, the boy would run over to her place every few days.

That had eased her loneliness.

At first, Bibi Dong had found him quite annoying, but as time passed, she had poured almost all the maternal love she had missed out on with Xue'er into Chen Doudou.

Qian Renxue recalled the rumors from the God Realm today and laughed until she was trembling: "I heard that kid was throwing a tantrum yesterday wanting to become the King of Kindness, and he got a double-teaming from his mom and dad."

"Pfft, that sounds just like Doudou."

Bibi Dong also laughed wantonly. After a while, she looked around, didn't see the familiar figure, and couldn't help but ask: "By the way, where is Nana?"

Qian Renxue's voice dropped a little: "She's probably missing her brother again."

"Sigh, Xie Yue..." Bibi Dong sighed.

Back then, after the Rakshasa God had urgently revoked one of her divine positions, she failed to reach the hundredth level.

The fact that she and Hu Liena could ascend to the God Realm was entirely due to Qian Renxue's favor.

Unfortunately, a Tier 1 god could only bring two people to ascend.

As for Xie Yue, he naturally remained in the lower realm, turning into a pile of dirt.

"Right, Mom, Doudou is awakening his martial soul in a few days. Asura God just sent me an invitation. Do you want to go watch the ceremony?"

Bibi Dong agreed without a second thought: "Go! Of course I'm going! Take Nana too. Doudou will definitely inherit the Asura God position in the future; maybe by then, he can resurrect Xie Yue."

Hearing this, Qian Renxue puffed out her cheeks.

She was naturally aware of the affection her mother poured into Chen Doudou, but it would be a lie to say she wasn't jealous.

However, Bibi Dong's gaze was incredibly sharp, and with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she cupped Qian Renxue's face. "Xue'er, what are you sulking about? You aren't jealous of Doudou, are you?"

"I am not! How could I possibly be jealous of a little brat?"

Qian Renxue turned her head away in shame and anger.

Bibi Dong's lips curled upward, and she pinched Qian Renxue's tender, supple cheek, teasing, "Really? Because I just saw someone's face puff up like a steamed bun~"

"Mom! If you keep doing this, I'm going to ignore you."

Qian Renxue shouted, turning her body away while grinding her silver teeth in a huff.

Damn that Chen Doudou.

The grudge of having one's mother stolen was irreconcilable!

She had never even had the milk she dreamed of, yet Chen Doudou had actually drunk it.

She would curse Chen Doudou to never awaken a good martial soul; it would be best if it were a mutated one, and of the diametrically opposite attribute...