Xiao Wu Sacrificed Herself Again and Again, and Tang San Felt Capable Again

Night had fallen. Xiao Wu held Tang San's hand as they ran in panic, as though fleeing from something terrifying.

Their palms were soaked with sweat, yet they still clung tightly to each other.

All around them were trees, flowers, and grass of every kind, shivering in the night wind as if a hundred ghosts were roaming the night. It also seemed as though countless enemies were lurking within them, hunting them together.

Something dreadful seemed to be breathing in the darkness, while nearby, there seemed to be the sound of human footsteps.

Xiao Wu could not tell whether those sounds were real or merely her imagination.

Her heart was beating too fast, so fast that she felt it might leap out of her throat.

It was all because of that woman, the woman named Shui Bing'er.

She wanted to wipe Tang San out completely.

So Xiao Wu had fled Heaven Dou City with Tang San. As long as they returned to Star Dou Forest, they would be safe!

That was Xiao Wu's home, and Da Ming and Er Ming were there.

"Third Brother, don't worry. Once we reach my home, we'll be safe. Someone there will protect us!"

Xiao Wu spoke firmly to the terrified Tang San.

At that moment, Tang San was even more afraid than Xiao Wu, because Shui Bing'er's target was only him. He had indirectly caused Shui Bing'er's Master to fall into slumber, and he had also wanted to kill Shui Bing'er.

Xiao Wu had never offended Shui Bing'er. Shui Bing'er had even said that every grievance had its debtor, and that she would not make things difficult for Xiao Wu. So Xiao Wu could abandon Tang San and leave at any time.

Whenever Tang San thought of Shui Bing'er saying, "Every grievance has its debtor," he secretly resented her. How could she say something like that? She should not have spared Xiao Wu either.

What if Xiao Wu decided he was a burden and abandoned him?

Damn it, why was Shui Bing'er so cruel!

"Ah!"

Tang San suddenly cried out.

Tang San had only recently had his Martial Soul crippled and was still extremely weak. Xiao Wu, a Spirit Master, was leading him in flight, and he could not adapt to that speed. He immediately stumbled and fell.

He pitched forward, and Xiao Wu staggered from the pull, nearly falling with him.

She hastily steadied herself and crouched down to help Tang San up.

Tang San braced himself against the ground, too weak to rise.

He hurriedly begged in a humble voice, "I'm sorry, Xiao Wu. I'll get up. I'll try my best to get up. Please don't leave me behind—"

Xiao Wu froze when she heard Tang San speak like that.

"I'll get up right away. Don't go—Xiao Wu, don't leave me behind. I have nothing left. You're all I have—"

The more Tang San spoke, the more frightened he became. His whole body trembled with fear. He was anxious, but the more anxious he became, the less he could stand.

Tears fell from Xiao Wu's eyes as she looked at Tang San.

Tang San was stunned.

That face which always wore a sweet smile now held nothing but tears.

Why... was she crying?

Tang San did not understand.

But what Xiao Wu recalled was how Tang San had once sworn to protect her. How confident and high-spirited he had been then.

Though he had double standards and was hypocritical, championing justice while acting for his own benefit, even bullying the weak with strength, at least he had once been confident and spirited.

But after suffering one blow after another—the deaths of his elders and the crippling of his Martial Soul—Tang San had become utterly dejected. He was no longer himself at all. He was even humbly begging Xiao Wu not to abandon him.

Seeing Tang San like this, Xiao Wu felt all hope drain from her.

She reached out and gently covered the back of Tang San's hand.

Her palm was warm, and that warmth seeped through Tang San's icy skin.

"Third Brother, we're not running anymore."

Xiao Wu's tone was gentle, yet it carried a sense of despair.

Tang San was shocked when he heard her. They were not running anymore?!

Seeing Tang San's stunned expression, Xiao Wu forced a smile.

But that smile was too ugly. Her tears were still falling, and whatever trace of a smile remained had been washed into fragments by them.

Tang San's first reaction was to plead. "Xiao Wu, don't leave me behind. I... I really can run very fast! I cultivated a Self-Created Soul Skill called Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. I'm fast, really fast!"

How could they stop running? I don't want to die here!

He tried to stand, but his legs would not obey him.

Xiao Wu released Tang San's hand and rose to her feet.

She stepped back several paces, and Tang San immediately sensed that something was wrong—because Xiao Wu's body had begun to glow.

A warm, gentle red light seeped out from the deepest part of Xiao Wu's body.

That pale crimson glow resembled the evening clouds.

And evening clouds often symbolized... the sun's farewell.

Xiao Wu's body slowly rose amid the pale crimson light. Then the light grew denser and denser, and Xiao Wu's eyes turned blood-red.

"Third Brother, I'll let you possess a Martial Soul again. And I will stay with you in another way... forever."

Tang San sensed that something was wrong. He stretched out his hand, trying to grab something.

But his fingertips could not reach Xiao Wu's body at all. He tried with all his might, yet caught nothing.

"Don't!"

Tang San let out a piercing cry of grief. No matter how he looked at it, this did not seem like a good thing!

Xiao Wu lowered her head to look at him. The tear tracks on her face glimmered with tiny flecks of light amid the blood-red radiance.

Her lips moved, as if she were saying something—perhaps, "Third Brother, don't cry," or perhaps, "I'm sorry."

Xiao Wu seemed to smile one last time, but that smile blurred within the blood-red light.

Then she closed her eyes.

The instant Xiao Wu closed her eyes, Tang San could see nothing.

There was only light—endless, blood-red light.

Then he felt something scorching enter his body. Warmth enveloped him, smoothing away every injury he had suffered. His Soul Imprint formed anew, and he could once more feel the existence of his Martial Soul within his body.

Tang San did not know how much time had passed. Perhaps it had only been an instant, perhaps longer.

When he could once again sense the passage of time, the blood-red radiance had already faded, and the darkness of night had returned.

Xiao Wu was gone.

Tang San knelt where he was. On his palm was a pale crimson mark, like a curled-up rabbit.

Soft Bone Rabbit.

Was this the way Xiao Wu had meant when she said she would always be with him?

"Ah—"

Tang San threw his head back and howled, two streams of tears sliding down his face.

After falling in love with her, he cried.

Xiao Wu's sacrifice gave Tang San not only a Martial Soul, but also another Soul Ring.

It unexpectedly contained two Soul Skills.

One was Invincible Golden Body, granting three seconds of invincibility against attacks below god level.

The other was Teleportation, increasing the range to within one hundred meters.

Under the moonlight, a graceful figure drifted over.

"Shui—Bing'er!"

Tang San ground out her name through clenched teeth.

Xiao Wu was dead. She had become the Martial Soul within his body.

All so he could live, all so he could escape Shui Bing'er.

Shui Bing'er looked at Tang San and was overcome with grief.

She immediately frowned. "You sacrificed your wife again?"

Only after the words left her mouth did Shui Bing'er realize something was wrong.

Huh? Why had she said again?

Tang San gave a cold "Heh" and sneered, "Shui Bing'er, you killed Xiao Wu. I will not let you go. Do you know that I still possess a supreme secret technique—Guanyin's Tear? It will surely kill you!"

Tang San spoke passionately, his words brimming with provocation.