A Midnight Heart-to-Heart Between Uncle and Nephew

(Homelander Tang San, Soldier Boy Yin Chuan, ahem.)

This spear strike shattered his defenses.

It broke through Zhao Wuji's mental defenses!

Known as the Immovable Bright King, his physical defense was supposedly impregnable, yet Tang San's Thirteen Life-Taking Spears had been completely effective against him.

The Thirteen Life-Taking Spears attacked the heart!

"Teacher Zhao?"

Tang San furrowed his brows slightly and asked with some concern.

It was also his first time using this move from the Acacia Spear Technique, so he had no idea what was wrong with Zhao Wuji.

"I'm fine. It just reminded me of some old friends..."

"You've passed."

Zhao Wuji gazed up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, his eyes deep and sorrowful, as though reminiscing about something.

He waved his hand and turned to leave, utterly devoid of any desire to play around with the students.

The aftermath of the Thirteen Life-Taking Spears was too powerful!

He needed to find a tavern, drink three hundred cups, and get thoroughly drunk.

"Ah???"

Tang San's spear strike had not only stunned Zhao Wuji—it had stunned Dai Mubai and the others as well.

The Immovable Bright King—

Had Tang San made him cry?

"Tang San, what kind of bizarre spear technique was that?"

"Did you learn it from your uncle again?"

Xiao Wu rubbed her eyes and stared incredulously at Zhao Wuji's retreating back.

Wasn't that spear technique far too bizarre?

Even a Soul Sage powerhouse couldn't withstand it?

"My uncle didn't teach me this move. I comprehended it myself—my own path!"

Tang San gripped the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear tightly, his gaze firm.

Ever since learning the spear from Yin Chuan, he had often asked himself what his own path was.

What was his own spear technique?

Just now, he had found the answer: protection!

To ensure his mother's tragedy would never be repeated, to ensure his uncle's hopes would not be disappointed, and to ensure their family would never be bullied again—

This was the spear in Tang San's heart, the Spear of Protection.

His heart was small. It held no grand ideals of family and nation; it could only hold their little family of three. (Tang Hao excluded.)

"You comprehended it yourself?"

"My own technique!"

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes. They asked him what was wrong, and he said he had attained enlightenment...

Was this what a martial arts genius was like?

His uncle was a creepy weirdo, and this nephew was one too!

"Hiss... Brother Tang San, you really are a monster. You even drove Teacher Zhao away. I'm completely convinced by my earlier defeat."

"Now you're officially enrolled. I'll take you to the dorms and show you around the academy while we're at it."

Dai Mubai smiled bitterly. Zhao Wuji had been driven off, so he could only step up and handle things.

He only hoped that Yin Chuan and Tang San, uncle and nephew, would be magnanimous and not hold a grudge against him. Otherwise, life at Shrek Academy would become miserable for him.

"Mm, then we'll have to trouble you, Senior."

Tang San was neither servile nor overbearing. Though he did not think highly of Dai Mubai, he still maintained superficial harmony.

There was no need to elaborate on what followed.

The perspective returned to Yin Chuan.

Splash, splash!

In the top-floor Blue Enchantress suite of the Rose Hotel,

The soft sound of running water echoed as a thin mist filled the room.

After an intense, satisfying spear practice session,

Yin Chuan was taking a bath.

Let the plot proceed.

Er Ming will come looking for Xiao Wu. When that happens, I'll go to the Lake of Life with Er Ming.

Yin Chuan thought as he bathed.

Soon,

After washing up, he soaked in a medicinal bath for a while before leisurely walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"Xiao San's enrollment should have gone smoothly, right?"

A Rose Hotel attendant delivered a late-night meal. Yin Chuan ate some casually, then sat cross-legged to wait for Tang San.

Late at night.

Knock, knock—

Someone knocked at the door.

"Uncle, it's me!"

Tang San's voice carried a trace of urgency.

Shrek Academy was a new environment for him, and Tang San felt somewhat unaccustomed to it.

He had always spent his nights meditating and resting with his uncle, but today he had to share a dormitory with that sleazy Oscar.

Tang San was unsettled.

As soon as the time came, he could not wait to find Yin Chuan.

"The door isn't locked."

"Come in, Xiao San."

Hearing Tang San's voice, Yin Chuan answered.

"Okay, Uncle."

Tang San quietly opened the door, turned around to lock it, then approached Yin Chuan.

A fresh Blue Silver Grass scent drifted into Tang San's nose.

He could not help raising his head.

He saw Yin Chuan in a bathrobe, his long hair loosely draped over his shoulders.

Uncle had just taken a bath?

Tang San had never seen Yin Chuan so relaxed before.

In his impression, his uncle had always seemed cold on the outside but warm within, stern and unsmiling, and usually very particular about his appearance.

Waiting for him in a bathrobe was certainly a first.

Tang San could not help looking a few more times. He sighed inwardly that if his uncle appeared outside dressed like this, who knew how many girls would go mad over him?

"Xiao San, come here."

Yin Chuan beckoned.

"Okay."

Tang San obediently walked over to Yin Chuan.

"Hold out your hand."

"Okay."

Tang San obediently held out his hand again.

Yin Chuan's large hand, honed by years of spear practice yet free of calluses and smooth as jade, landed on Tang San's wrist.

He used the Bloodline Disguise Technique.

Crackle!

A shock-like sensation numbed Tang San's wrist.

Immediately afterward, the sharpness and hostility around him visibly calmed.

The aura of the Golden Dragon King Bloodline was completely disguised as harmless.

This should be fine now, right?

Yin Chuan nodded in satisfaction.

As expected of something produced by the system.

He could no longer detect even the slightest trace of the Golden Dragon King's aura from Tang San.

Fooling Gu Yuena should not be a problem now, right?

"Uncle, what was that?"

Tang San was curious. He withdrew his hand and rubbed the spot his uncle had touched, which still felt slightly numb.

"You're better off not knowing about that."

"And when you're around me, try not to use or mention your claw or your Soul Rings."

Yin Chuan gave him a few instructions.

Even he himself was being monitored by Di Tian's Reverse Scale.

If Tang San used the Golden Dragon Claw around him, wouldn't that be walking right into a trap?

"Alright, Uncle, I understand."

Tang San nodded and did not ask further.

Tang San had always been a deeply calculating person. Since his uncle was so wary of this Golden Dragon Claw, he became cautious as well.

It seemed this Golden Dragon Claw was not a good thing...

"After I left today, did your lessons at Shrek Academy go smoothly?"

Yin Chuan began asking about the events of the day.

"Very smoothly."

"After you left, Xiao Wu, two other students, and I faced Teacher Zhao Wuji's trial together."

"I broke through in the heat of battle and comprehended a spear technique."

"Uncle, do you want to see it?"

Tang San was like a student who had received an award certificate, eagerly showing it to his parent in hopes of receiving praise.

"It's late and quiet now. We'll discuss the spear technique tomorrow."

He had broken through during a fight with Zhao Wuji and comprehended a spear technique?

Why did Yin Chuan find that a little strange?

There was no need to see the spear technique.

The system had sent him a copy of Tang San's Thirteen Life-Taking Spears, so Yin Chuan knew exactly what kind of spear technique it was.

"Alright..."

Tang San was somewhat disappointed, but after thinking it over, demonstrating his spear technique now would indeed disturb his uncle too much. They could talk about it tomorrow.

"It's getting late. Rest early."

Yin Chuan leaped lightly and landed gracefully on the bed, beginning to meditate and cultivate.

The Rose Hotel's bed was too soft, making meditation uncomfortable, so Yin Chuan pulled out the mattress.

The mattress naturally became Tang San's territory.

"Alright, Uncle."

Tang San sat cross-legged on the mattress. Meditation replaced sleep, and the uncle and nephew's auras echoed and complemented one another.

Tang San had been raised by Yin Chuan himself.

Their bloodlines and Martial Souls shared the same origin, and their spear techniques came from the same lineage, giving them an exceptional understanding of one another.

There were faint signs that they might develop a Martial Soul Fusion Skill...