Tang San: Su Chen Smells Like Mom.

The two of them drifted leisurely through the sky, enjoying the breeze at such a high altitude.

"Boss, look at that person. He looks just like a dog."

Xiao Wu poked her head out to look down, pointing at the muddy dirt road below.

Hearing this, Su Chen lowered his head to take a look.

On the dirt road, a boy with a center-parted hairstyle, dressed in blue, was walking toward Holy Soul Village with an arrogant, swaggering gait.

It was none other than Tang San, who had just finished collecting his wages from the blacksmith shop in Nuoding City.

Tang San was in an extremely irritable mood at this moment.

This past year at Notting Academy, he had suffered endless humiliation; his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, had become a eunuch, and he himself had become the laughingstock of the entire school.

Returning to Holy Soul Village this time was his attempt to seek the warmth of family from his father.

What a coincidence, wasn't it?

An old acquaintance had delivered himself right to his doorstep.

Adhering to the basic etiquette of greeting an "old acquaintance," he cleared his throat and shouted loudly toward the ground below.

"Little Sanzi!"

Tang San, on the dirt road, stopped in his tracks and looked up.

High in the air, Su Chen held Xiao Wu in his arms, a pair of metallic wings unfurled behind his back.

Upon seeing who it was, Tang San's eyes instantly bloodshot, his eyeballs nearly bulging out of their sockets.

Su Chen!

The culprit who had forced him to slide and kowtow in public, caused his pants to rip, and cost his teacher his manhood!

His hands instinctively reached for the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night at his waist, and several throwing knives were gripped in his palm.

Su Chen maneuvered the Flying Device, slowly descending a bit to hover not far above Tang San's head.

"A little Sanzi came from the south; you're in such a rush, where are you headed?"

Tang San suppressed the rage in his heart, gritting his teeth as he barked, "Su Chen, you still dare to appear before me! Everything you did to my teacher, I will definitely make you pay back a hundredfold!"

"Don't pin your dirty laundry on me."

Su Chen's face was full of disdain. "Your teacher's 'thing' was cut off by your own hand; what does that have to do with me?"

"What, did you get addicted to cutting, and now you want to cut me too? Too bad you can't reach me."

This little brat—whenever something went wrong, he blamed it on him.

Although, he wasn't wrong to blame him.

Su Chen even hooked his index finger, beckoning. "If you've got the guts, come on up!"

Tang San was trembling all over with rage.

Yet, because Su Chen was suspended in the air, his conventional methods couldn't reach him at all. This feeling of stifling frustration made his chest feel tight and bile rise in his throat.

Just as the two sides were in a standoff, Tang San suddenly froze.

He actually sensed an extremely familiar aura coming from Su Chen.

That feeling was warm, embracing, and even gave him the urge to cry.

It was just like his mother, whom he had never met and who had long since passed away.

Mother?

Tang San was startled by his own absurd thought and quickly shook his head, trying to drive the ridiculous notion away.

The person above was his sworn enemy, his number one foe.

How could he possibly have the scent of a mother!

It must be that this evil brat had used some kind of hallucinogenic drug!

Xiao Wu had never liked Tang San to begin with, and after hearing about Tang Hao's scumbag behavior, she found Tang San even more unpleasant to look at.

"You ugly brat are too insidious, always playing dirty tricks."

Xiao Wu leaned against Su Chen's chest and added insult to injury. "You don't look like a good person at all; you're cut from the same cloth as your father!"

This sentence stepped precisely onto Tang San's landmine.

Insulting him was fine.

But insulting his teacher and his father was a crime punishable by death!

You have already embarked on the path to your own demise.

With a flick of his wrist, a Sleeve Arrow shot out, heading straight for Su Chen's face.

Su Chen, who had long been aware of his little tricks, controlled the Soul Guidance Device and tilted his feet slightly.

Swish. The Flying Device carved a beautiful S-shaped arc in the air, dodging it with ease.

"Little Sanzi, the times have changed," Su Chen mocked cheerfully.

Seeing that his first strike missed, Tang San thrust both hands forward, his ten fingers flickering like afterimages as more hidden weapons poured forth like a torrential rain, blanketing the sky toward his target.

Su Chen pulled his altitude higher once more, moving out of the hidden weapons' range.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Flying knives and Sleeve Arrows whistled through the air, streaking toward the sky.

Unfortunately, Su Chen was flying too high; the hidden weapons lost their momentum halfway up and plummeted straight back down.

Influenced by gravity, these projectiles reversed direction and rained down upon the ground in a dense, chaotic barrage.

Tang San's expression shifted drastically.

He hurriedly activated his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, dodging and weaving across the muddy ground in a disheveled panic.

He narrowly avoided the rain of his own hidden weapons.

Looking at the scattered projectiles littering the ground, Tang San was nearly driven mad with rage.

How could this be!

Where did Su Chen get all these crooked, underhanded tricks?

First the Image Recording Crystal, and now these wings that could fly!

Why was the heavens so unfair?

If there must be a San, why must there also be a Chen?

Xiao Wu continued to exert pressure, shouting loudly, "Tang San, that middle-part hairstyle of yours is truly hideous; it's a perfect match for that eunuch teacher of yours!"

"This is too much! This is too much! Su Chen, I'll kill you!"

Su Chen was speechless.

He hadn't even said a word; wasn't it Xiao Wu doing all the shouting?

How was he the one going too far?

Did this little brat only have eyes for him?

Blinded by rage, Tang San pushed off the ground, preparing to leap into the air by using the trunk of a nearby old locust tree for leverage.

His right foot had just pressed against the bark, but before he could exert any force—

Sliiiip.

His foot slid, landing directly on a pile of fresh, wet cow dung at the base of the tree.

Losing his balance, Tang San fell in a textbook "starving dog pouncing on food" posture, face-planting straight into a roadside puddle.

The muddy water, mixed with cow dung, was foul and pungent.

Tang San gulped down a mouthful of murky water, coughing violently as he lay in the puddle, his face smeared with tears and snot.

His prideful Tang Sect techniques had been defeated by a pile of cow dung.

High above, Su Chen saw this scene and laughed until he couldn't straighten his back.

He hadn't even used a Bad Luck Sticker this time.

It was purely the little brat's own doing.

"Little San, why are you jumping into pits on your own? Is this some new trick your eunuch teacher taught you?"

"I have to say, it's quite unique."

Xiao Wu looked down at the wretched Tang San and giggled.

"Boss, he's so stupid."

Ding! Detected Tang San's mental state has been damaged, obtained Abstract Value +3000!

Su Chen clicked his tongue twice.

This little brat's stress resistance was even worse than those office drones working 996.

He maneuvered his Flying Soul Guidance Device, circling once directly above Tang San.

"Xiao Wu, do you have anything extra on you? Let's leave a souvenir for our classmate."

Xiao Wu was an old hand at this; she understood immediately.

She hurriedly rummaged through her pockets and pulled out a half-eaten carrot. "Does this count?"

Su Chen took the carrot with his left hand, aimed at the back of Tang San's head, and dropped it with precision.

Splat!

The half-carrot, coated in rabbit saliva, struck Tang San squarely on the back of his head.

"Perfect headshot," Su Chen snapped his fingers.

The two of them traced a graceful arc in the sky, laughing as they flew off into the distance.

By the time Tang San spat out the muddy water and climbed to his feet, Su Chen's shadow had long since vanished from the sky.

"Su Chen!!!"

He let out a wretched cry.

Then, he slammed his fist heavily into an old tree by the roadside.

Just you wait!

The tides turn every thirty years!

"I, Tang San, swear to the heavens: if I do not tear you limb from limb and grind your bones into dust in the future, I swear I am no man!"

Meanwhile, A Yin watched this scene from within the Soul Guidance Device.

She looked at the boy, dressed in rags with a sinister expression on his face.

She watched as he drew a lethal hidden weapon without a moment's hesitation, and saw the undisguised malice and murderous intent in his eyes.

A Yin froze, every fiber of her grass body stiffening.

That was her child.

In her fantasies, her child was supposed to be as resilient, kind, and full of vitality as the Blue Silver Grass.

But now.

This child reeked of a nauseating evil and paranoia, like a venomous snake ready to strike and kill at any moment!

A wave of sorrow surged through A Yin.

She could not believe it.

Brother Hao, what kind of monster have you turned our child into!

Tang Hao, is this how you treat the fruit of our love?

For a moment, endless desolation welled up in A Yin's heart, and she began to seriously contemplate the words Su Chen had spoken in the cave.

Perhaps, that boy was not wrong.

Tang Hao really is not a good person.