Tang San, Real and Fake, Only One Can Remain

"Hahaha, this is the feeling! Family, love, the bond between master and student—I don't care about any of it. This is the real me."

Evil Tang San grinned, spreading his arms wide to vent his exhilaration.

True Tang San remained composed, his expression open and calm. He flicked his sleeve and declared righteously, "Tang San, even if you are the dark side, you should still yearn for the light. How can you willingly sink into darkness?"

"Hmph, you mere clone. If others don't know, don't you? We both know in our hearts which one of us is the true original."

"You!" True Tang San stepped forward in righteous indignation.

"The power of the Talisman separates Yin and Yang, but people are born with both. There is no such thing as an original and a clone."

"Enough. I only want one thing: give me that book." Evil Tang San's gaze turned vicious, his eyes fixed greedily on the Book of Antiquity.

For some reason, when Tang San had been split by the Tiger Talisman, the Book of Antiquity and the medicinal herb pouch at his waist had remained unaffected.

He reached for the herb pouch at his waist, while the other held the Book of Antiquity in his hands.

True Tang San clutched the book, his expression wary. "Don't even think about it. The records in the Book of Antiquity are vital to everyone; I cannot let you keep it to yourself. And those Immortal Herbs—I brought them for everyone. Give them back to me."

"You hypocrite!" Feeling annoyed, Evil Tang San raised his fair arm.

"Black Silver Entanglement!"

A yellow soul ring rose beneath his feet. It was a more bloodthirsty and violent version of his first soul skill, Blue Silver Entanglement.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The blue silver grass on the ground surged toward his counterpart, snatching the book from his grasp.

"Tang San, you have embarked on a path of disaster. Give it back! White Silver Entanglement!"

The snow-white blue silver grass missed its mark. Evil Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to flee the alley, with True Tang San in hot pursuit.

A few people who had seen the fireball land nearby walked over out of curiosity, only to be sliced into eight pieces by a dark shadow, their remains scattered across the ground.

"Tang San, you actually killed them!"

"Heh, I didn't kill them—you did. After all, you are my evil clone, Evil Tang San!" Evil Tang San chuckled maliciously, a perfect plan already forming in his mind.

"Tang San, you have fallen into the demonic path!"

The two chased each other all the way to Shrek.

At Shrek, the group was chatting with Grandmaster, who had just returned. They hadn't expected Tang San to return as well, though he seemed to have changed.

"Little San, it's so good that you're alright. This is..." Yu Xiaogang walked forward excitedly, but suddenly froze.

"Teacher! Your disciple has returned!"

The two Tang Sans arrived in pursuit. The one in front immediately knelt before Yu Xiaogang, tears of longing instantly breaking through the dam.

"This—Little San, get up quickly. What happened?" Yu Xiaogang hurriedly helped him up, his heart instantly softened.

"Audacious! Teacher, don't believe him; he is the evil one!" True Tang San shouted a warning, but Grandmaster had already been deeply moved by the genuine emotion of the Tang San in his arms, subconsciously leaning toward him.

Before Tang San could explain everything, Grandmaster and the others had already anticipated it; after all, this situation was too similar to what had happened with Dai Mubai before.

It really was exactly what they had thought.

The Book of Antiquity, which recorded the power of the Talismans—they hadn't expected such a treasure to exist in the world. A feverish light burned in Grandmaster's eyes.

In Spirit Hall, a few more drops of divine water were added to Shendu's River of Divine Power—better than nothing.

When he had created the Book of Antiquity, he had set an observation spell upon it, allowing him to see the scene unfolding on the other side.

Tang San held the Book of Antiquity high, offering it sincerely to Grandmaster. The others were envious, yet filled with admiration for Tang San's filial piety.

This Tang San really knows how to play the game; he's much worse than Dai Xieyue. Shendu watched the play and smiled.

"Little San, you..." Grandmaster took the book, moved to tears. The emotions in his heart were like boiling water, and he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

True Tang San stood to the side, stunned. He was certain he was the good side, but...

I am, aren't I? He felt a bit bewildered.

"And this. These are the Immortal Herbs I obtained from Poison Douluo. With these, everyone's talent can be raised by at least one grade, and Teacher's martial soul will be able to awaken completely!"

Evil Tang San picked up the medicinal herb pouch and opened it impatiently.

"Really?" Yu Xiaogang was ecstatic; the Immortal Herbs in the bag seemed to be his only hope.

The other Tang San felt things couldn't go on like this. Just as he prepared to step forward and clarify, the one opposite him unleashed a major move.

As the crowd looked excitedly at the Immortal Herbs, Tang San, surrounded in the center, darted his eyes away. Suddenly, he struck his chest hard and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Pfft!"

Blood stained Tang San's chest as he collapsed to the ground. The scene shocked everyone instantly.

"Tang San! Tang San!"

"Little San, how are you? Hold on!" Grandmaster held him anxiously.

"Third Brother! Sob, sob, sob!" Xiao Wu threw herself onto him, devastated.

Tang San lay dying, blood at the corners of his mouth, his breathing weak. "The power of the Talisman separates Yin and Yang, but people are born with both. There is no such thing as an original and a clone."

"Tang San... there can only be one. After I die, I hope everyone will treat him as me. Don't shun him... if you do that, I can die in peace." He pointed at his other self outside the crowd, his eyes brimming with tears.

The crowd was overwhelmed with mixed emotions upon hearing this; as expected of Tang San, he truly was a gentleman of integrity!

"Third Brother! Wuu wuu wuu!" Xiao Wu sobbed uncontrollably.

Ma Hongjun's gaze turned furious as he gritted his teeth and glared at the other Tang San. "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, Third Brother wouldn't be like this. You're the one who deserves to die!"

Outside the crowd, True Tang San stood there, instantly dumbfounded. It's over, it's all over! I've become a clone!

In Spirit Hall, Shendu watched True Tang San flee Shrek in such a pathetic state that he nearly lost his life, and shook his head in disdain.

This authentic Tang San was useless; as expected, when it came to Tang San, one had to look at the blackened version.

Shendu felt quite at ease with the Book of Antiquity falling into Grandmaster's hands, because that fellow Grandmaster would certainly never pass up a chance to show off his knowledge, making it very easy for the information to spread to others later on.

At Shrek, Grandmaster returned to his dormitory and couldn't wait to draft a thesis: Twelve Core Theories of Talismans.

I, Yu Xiaogang, will definitely become the world's number one master of theory, whether it concerns spirit beasts or demons.

His heart surged with excitement.

On the other side, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

After so many days of treatment, Shui Bing'er had finally recovered.

Her face was wrapped in a layer of bandages, stinging with a burning pain, with only her two eyes left exposed.

Shui Bing'er clutched her head and slowly sat up. Through the gaps in the gauze, she observed several strangers standing before her, the leader being an elegant man in his thirties.

"Little girl, are you alright?" Ning Fengzhi leaned down, revealing a kind smile, while behind his back, he held a hideous mask in his hand.