Azure Lotus Sword Wuchang, Exposing Tang San's Past and Present Lives at the Start!

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Inside a quiet cultivation room.

Chen Feng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

He wore a snow-white robe, and his dark hair cascaded like a waterfall.

He had sword-like brows and starry eyes, and his handsome, extraordinary face carried a natural aura of nobility.

Chen Feng slowly opened his eyes, and stars seemed to shatter and fade within his deep pupils.

I have already been in this world for more than ten years.

Chen Feng was a transmigrator who had become the grandson of Sword Doura Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

An unadorned, ancient longsword slowly materialized in his palm.

The blade was azure, resembling an unopened blue lotus.

Lotus patterns flowing along the sword's spine emitted a faint fluorescence, sometimes unfurling and sometimes closing.

Top-tier mutated martial soul, Azure Lotus Sword.

The moment this sword appeared, the surrounding void faintly threatened to be severed.

Just then, a pale blue, transparent light screen suddenly appeared out of thin air before his eyes.

Ding! Chat group activated, randomly inviting female characters of Soul Land.

A trace of bright light flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.

A chat group?

Chen Feng was filled with anticipation.

At that moment, in every corner of Soul Land.

Spirit Hall.

On the papal throne, Bibi Dong leaned lazily.

Her slender legs were crossed, and black silk stockings wrapped tightly around the perfect, full lines of her legs.

That pair of jade feet appeared and vanished beneath the hem of her dress, the arches round and toes crystal-clear like pearls, exuding endless temptation.

Faced with the suddenly appearing transparent light screen, Bibi Dong furrowed her delicate brows slightly, a trace of vigilance flashing in her eyes.

Bibi Dong tapped her fingertips lightly against the void, attempting to touch this mysterious panel.

Her Holiness the Pope.

Bibi Dong casually entered this name.

Heaven Dou Empire palace.

Qian Renxue was disguised as Xue Qinghe, taking a short rest in the study.

At this moment, she had reverted to her original female appearance, her golden hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall.

A pair of white, slender thighs were crossed beneath a golden long gown, her skin surpassing snow and her curves captivating.

Qian Renxue looked at the light screen before her with a solemn expression.

I have no mother.

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth and entered this nickname.

Shrek Academy.

Xiao Wu blinked her large eyes, looking at the panel with curiosity.

Loves Carrots.

Xiao Wu cheerfully gave herself a name.

The chat group interface flashed instantly.

Her Holiness the Pope: [What kind of thing is this chat group?]

Gentle Fire Dragon: [Looking at these nicknames, could you be that bitch Bibi Dong?]

Her Holiness the Pope: [???]

Loves Carrots: [Wow, is it this explosive right as we enter?]

Little Witch: [Eating melons!]

My Cat Is White and Big: [Eating melons.]

Chen Feng watched the activity in the chat group, the corners of his lips curling up slightly.

With these nicknames, it's hard not to recognize their identities.

Chen Feng couldn't help muttering inwardly.

Including Chen Feng himself, the initial group had only ten people in total.

From these nicknames, Chen Feng had already roughly guessed everyone's identity.

This is my capital for rising up.

Chen Feng revealed a smile.

According to the system's introduction, he only needed to increase the chat group's activity and expose certain matters to obtain rewards.

However, he hadn't decided yet which exposure to start with.

Chen Feng fell into deep thought.

Today was the day Ning Rongrong returned.

Chen Feng and Ning Rongrong could be considered childhood sweethearts.

Originally, Ning Fengzhi had recommended that Chen Feng and Ning Rongrong go to Shrek Academy together.

But Chen Feng directly refused.

A place like Shrek is simply a gathering place for weirdos; I'm not going to join the fun.

Chen Feng slandered inwardly.

At that moment, inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Rongrong had already returned to the sect.

As the little princess of the sect, Ning Rongrong enjoyed supreme treatment.

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong all surrounded Ning Rongrong, their expressions extremely gentle.

Ning Rongrong looked up and happened to see Chen Feng walking into the hall.

"Brother Chen Feng!"

Ning Rongrong happily hopped and ran over.

Chen Feng offered a gentle smile.

Ning Rongrong tugged at Chen Feng's sleeve and began recounting matters about Shrek Academy.

"Brother Chen Feng, you have no idea, Tang San from our academy is so amazing!"

"Tang San is even more impressive than Boss Dai, and he has all sorts of endless methods."

"With Tang San around, he will definitely lead Shrek to win this Soul Master Tournament!"

Admiration shone in Ning Rongrong's eyes.

Hearing these words, the corners of Chen Feng's mouth lifted high.

Since you admire Tang San so much.

Then I'll expose Tang San first.

Chen Feng silently made his decision in his heart.

Spirit Hall.

Inside the Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong sat upright on the supreme papal throne, her peerless face carrying a majesty that kept others at a distance.

That pair of slender, straight, beautiful legs were crossed together, black silk stockings tightly wrapping around the full and rounded leg lines.

The jade-white tips of her feet appeared and vanished beneath the gorgeous golden dress hem, the arc of her arches round and perfect, and her toes crystal-clear like pearls.

Looking at the blue light screen appearing out of thin air before her, Bibi Dong's full chest heaved violently, clearly showing her inner turmoil.

Her noble and gorgeous lovely face was filled with coldness, and even the surrounding air dropped several degrees.

Darn it.

Who on earth is this Gentle Fire Dragon?

Bibi Dong muttered to herself, dangerous light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She had to find out the identity of this fellow who actually dared to speak so disrespectfully to her within the mysterious light screen.

She gritted her teeth secretly, and tyrannical soul power fluctuations faintly radiated from her entire body.

To be able to bypass Spirit Hall's heavy defenses and directly project this kind of imagery into her mind without a trace, the methods were simply beyond imagination.

Could it be the methods of gods?

Bibi Dong felt vigilant in her heart; facing such an unknown existence, even as the pope, she did not dare to be the slightest bit careless.

Just at that moment.

A dazzling golden radiance suddenly flashed across the blue light screen, attracting everyone's attention.

Group Admin: [Welcome everyone to join the chat group. From now on, we are one loving family, and the group will occasionally send welfare benefits!]

Bibi Dong looked at this line of words, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as she attempted to see through this existence calling themselves the group admin.

Group admin?

Before Bibi Dong could think further, the next system prompt popped up in an even more conspicuous manner.

Ding! The group leader released a new topic: Exposing Tang San's past and present lives!

Bibi Dong was greatly surprised, her gaze locked tightly onto that name.

Exposing?

Who is Tang San?

This name had never been heard of before; could he be some peerless genius from a secluded clan?

However, the group leader's methods were unfathomable. Since he could attract the group leader's attention, this person called Tang San must surely have extraordinary traits.

Bibi Dong decided to watch quietly from the sidelines and see what tricks this mysterious Chat Group could pull.

Heaven Dou City.

The Crown Prince's Residence secret room.

Qian Renxue cast off Xue Qinghe's disguise, restoring her original cold and beautiful female form, facing the light screen before her alone.

Her waterfall-like blonde hair draped over her snow-white, rounded shoulders, gleaming with a faint golden fluorescence in the dim light.

A pair of slender, straight, beautiful legs crossed beneath a golden feathered skirt, her skin as fair and delicate as fine mutton-suet jade, her curves exquisitely captivating.

Looking at the activity in the Chat Group, Qian Renxue's exquisite lips curved up slightly, revealing a trace of a pleased smile.

Especially seeing Bibi Dong get rebuffed in the group, a rare sense of exhilaration welled up in her heart.

That woman must be furious right now.