With Tang San in the World, Why Must Tang Chuan Exist? Qian Renxue: Bibi Dong Can Raise Whoever She Wants—I'm an Orphan Anyway

["Hm? Old Ghost, I didn't see that wrong, did I?"]

[Chrysanthemum Douluo rubbed his eyes vigorously.]

[After looking closely, he immediately nudged the equally stunned Ghost Douluo beside him with his elbow.]

["This kid... this kid's soul rings!"]

["He actually has two black ten-thousand-year soul rings?!!"]

["He hid them far too well, didn't he?"]

[Poison Douluo, who sat at the edge with his legs crossed, saw the two of them.]

[He immediately felt much better.]

[He couldn't be the only one who had been scared speechless upon first seeing that soul ring configuration, could he?]

[Ghost Douluo came back to his senses.]

[A highly complicated emotion flashed through his eyes.]

[In the end, he slowly gave his assessment.]

["From the day I was born until now, I have never seen such a monstrous genius."]

[Lingyuan Douluo blinked her beautiful eyes and swiftly added from behind.]

["As expected of His Holiness the Pope."]

["Fine horses are common, but those who recognize them are rare."]

["His Highness the Holy Son's talent is certainly difficult to come by."]

["But more importantly, it is His Holiness the Pope's discerning eye and broad vision in recognizing talent."]

["To find a star amid the faintest glimmer."]

["It truly fills us with admiration and makes us feel ashamed of our own inferiority."]

["After all, if it were me, I might have long mistaken this uncut jade for an ordinary stone and passed it by!"]

[Chrysanthemum Douluo: "???"]

[Ghost Douluo: "???"]

[The two widened their eyes.]

[They looked together at Lingyuan Douluo, who was currying favor.]

[Well played, Lingyuan. No wonder His Highness the Holy Son often calls you the Head Merit Douluo. Your ability to seize every opening truly was no joke.]

[Unfortunately, neither of them was the sort to flatter others.]

[They could only grit their teeth inwardly and watch Lingyuan Douluo butter up the Pope.]

[If this had been before.]

[With His Holiness the Pope's temperament, she would never have paid attention to such boring flattery.]

[But now...]

[They clearly saw a captivating curve gradually rise upon Bibi Dong's incomparably beautiful face, which had always carried an imposing authority and remained as still as an ancient well.]

[Clearly, Lingyuan Douluo's praise had struck deep into her heart.]

[The two exchanged an inconspicuous glance.]

[They had once happened to hear people gossiping in private that His Holiness the Pope truly treated Tang Chuan as her own child.]

[Back then, they had thought those people simply had nothing better to do.]

[But now, it seemed.]

[The rumor was not without basis.]

White World.

"How is that possible?"

"How could this happen?"

Without a doubt, Tang San himself found reality the hardest to accept.

His cheat couldn't compare.

His combat power couldn't compare.

His first soul ring couldn't compare.

Even his soul bones and soul skills couldn't compare.

He could let all of that go.

But the ten-thousand-year fourth ring was one of the achievements he had been most proud of.

Throughout the history of Douluo Continent.

Other than those with twin martial souls, there had never been a ten-thousand-year fourth ring.

In Tang San's estimation.

Even if Tang Chuan had obtained immortal herbs ahead of time, his soul rings should have been three purple and one black.

Yet the result opened his eyes.

That damned Tang Chuan always did things far beyond anyone's expectations.

"Since Tang San already exists in this world,"

"why must a Tang Chuan appear in a parallel world as well?!!!" Tang San roared furiously in his heart.

Spirit City.

Qian Renxue's room.

"Heh heh!"

Qian Renxue stared fixedly at the smile curling up at the corner of Bibi Dong's lips in the heavenly screen.

She found that smile unbearably glaring.

The pressure around her dropped considerably as a result.

Snake Spear Douluo sensed trouble.

He immediately reached out and poked Porcupinefish Douluo, who was looking up at the sky beside him.

"Young Mistress, there seems to be some movement below."

"Porcupinefish and I will go investigate first. We'll return shortly."

After saying that, Snake Spear dragged Porcupinefish out of the room without looking back, leaving Qian Renxue alone.

At this moment.

Qian Renxue could no longer suppress the fury in her heart.

The cup in her hand shattered with a sharp crack.

"Fine. Very fine. You've raised someone else's child so plump and healthy."

"Yet you haven't even asked after your own daughter once."

Her heart was filled with unwillingness, disappointment, resentment, and grievance.

Why?

Why had she put in so much effort?

Why had she gone alone to a foreign land?

Even if it meant wasting her youth and delaying her cultivation.

All for the tiny wish of completely taking Heaven Dou Empire and earning her mother's approval.

And Tang Chuan?

What exactly had he done?

For Bibi Dong to hear a single word of praise about him.

And then smile with such immense pride.

Since that was the case.

If you refuse to acknowledge me as your daughter.

Then I won't acknowledge you as my mother either.

Just let your precious disciple support you for the rest of your life.

Qian Renxue gritted her pearly teeth and glared viciously at the heavenly screen.

[Looking at the four vivid soul rings surrounding Tang Chuan—purple, purple, black, black—and the terrifying pressure radiating from him.]

[Zhu Zhuqing stood frozen in place.]

[When she had first met Tang Chuan.]

[She had happened to stumble into Tang Chuan's camp while being pursued.]

[At first, upon encountering a group of strangers, Zhu Zhuqing and the people chasing her had been mutually wary.]

[But Tang Chuan merely stared at her face for a while and asked her name.]

[Then, without another word, he sent every one of those people flying.]

[Therefore, although she had already assumed Tang Chuan was very powerful at the time.]

[She had never expected.]

[That Tang Chuan would be this terrifyingly strong.]

[Two purple and two black—were these truly soul rings that a normal soul master could absorb?]

[At this moment, the surrounding crowd finally came back to their senses.]

[They all stared at Tang Chuan's soul rings.]

[Their faces were filled with disbelief.]

["A ten-thousand-year third ring? A ten-thousand-year fourth ring? Is this really something a human can do?"]

["This is too outrageous. My grandfather is a Soul King, yet he doesn't even have one ten-thousand-year soul ring. His Highness the Holy Son has two."]

["Is this the number one among the younger generation of this era?"]

["You're wrong. His Highness the Holy Son is only a little over twelve this year. At the very least, more than ten years remain before the younger generation under his rule reaches its end."]

["A Soul Ancestor at twelve—this is simply unheard of. Even someone born with full innate soul power could never cultivate that quickly."]

["Do you think it's possible that His Highness the Holy Son might break through to Soul Emperor before turning twenty?"]

["But how exactly did he do it?"]

That was right!

How exactly had he done it?

Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the others in the Black World were equally curious.

After all, before Tang Chuan had broken through level thirty.

There had been a long blank period in his life.

It was during that time.

That he had not only successfully made the supremely cold and arrogant Pope Bibi Dong willingly accept him as her disciple.

Even his senior sister Hu Liena had doted greatly on this junior disciple.

And there was also Xiao Wu's thousand-year second ring.

As well as how Tang Chuan had broken through to level thirty before the age of nine.

These questions...

"Could they perhaps be connected to that strange title of Evil Soul Master Killing Machine that His Highness has?"

Zhu Zhuqing asked subconsciously.