Nightmare, Tang San Panicked to Tears

Bai Ran's dream ended, which meant Tang San had already left.

However, Tang San clearly would not just watch his grand plan of ten thousand years fall through.

So, he went back to make arrangements.

Since that little fellow was unwilling to enter the game, he would give him a hand himself.

"Hey, wake up, Haki Bai! Wake up!"

"What is it?"

Bai Ran rubbed his eyes, his mind clearly still somewhat foggy.

Tang San's plan had failed, so he definitely would not let it go.

He would surely make Bai Ran bear the great responsibility of reviving the Tang Sect.

But how would he do it?

"Didn't we agree to get up at five to practice Purple Demon Eyes? Look what time it is now."

Tang Wutong puffed out her cheeks, looking furious.

At the same time, she still felt a little frightened.

Just now, seeing Bai Ran's pale face and cold sweat on his forehead, she had thought his strange illness had returned. It had nearly scared Tang Wutong into going to find her first and second fathers.

"Isn't it only five o'clock and 180 minutes?"

"That's fucking eight o'clock, you bastard, Haki Bai!"

As Tang Wutong spoke, she raised her little pink fist and punched Bai Ran in the chest.

However, her movements were very gentle. From an outsider's perspective, it looked more like she was acting coquettishly.

Tang Wutong: Do you take this lady for an idiot? If I hit too hard, wouldn't I hurt myself too?

"But what happened to you just now? Why couldn't you wake up no matter how I called you? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yes, I had a nightmare."

Bai Ran: What, was I supposed to say your dead father came looking for me?

It was fine. Since ancient times, there had rarely been a good relationship between a son-in-law and his father-in-law.

At the very least, Bai Ran was far better off than Huo Yuhao in the original story.

He would not end up with some special restriction placed on him by Tang San, unable even to touch Tang Wutong without being sent flying.

Tang San: Was it that I didn't want to place one on you? I simply didn't have time! Otherwise, I would definitely have locked you down!

"Little Seven, comfort me, will you? That nightmare just now was too terrifying."

As Bai Ran spoke, he directly hugged Tang Wutong in front of him.

Tang Wutong was extremely unaccustomed to being suddenly hugged by Bai Ran.

Just as she was about to struggle, she heard him say that and stopped moving, asking, "What kind of nightmare could make a little bastard like you, who's afraid of neither heaven nor earth, feel scared?"

"I dreamed that your father was chasing me with the Asura Demon Sword and trying to chop me up."

"Hmph, little bastard. My father isn't that kind of person. Don't slander him."

In Tang Wutong's eyes, her father, a God King, had always been a refined gentleman. How could he possibly do something so undignified as chase after this little brat with the Asura Demon Sword?

"What if I got you pregnant before marriage?"

"You bastard!"

Tang Wutong spoke as she reached out to hit Bai Ran.

Then Bai Ran pulled her tightly into his embrace, leaving her completely unable to move.

Moreover, her little face flushing red from exerting too much force made the atmosphere momentarily somewhat ambiguous.

Above the God Realm, Tang San kept a constant watch over his daughter.

Otherwise, he would not have immediately learned that she had taught the Mysterious Heaven Technique to an outsider and then gone straight to confront him.

Yet Tang San had only just returned from the lower realm and picked up a teacup to wet his throat.

Then he saw a sight that made his eyes nearly split with rage.

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!"

The more Tang San watched, the more Bai Ran looked like some stinking blond punk.

Yet his daughter was completely unable to break free from that stinking blond punk.

Tang San: I'm panicking myself to tears.

But for the sake of his grand plan of ten thousand years, Tang San now seemed to have no choice but to rely on that stinking blond punk.

But how could he make him take on the duty of reviving the Tang Sect?

That child Little Seven, whose loyalties lay outside the family, had actually taught the Mysterious Heaven Technique and the Tang Sect's ultimate arts to that little bastard.

It left Tang San without any bargaining chips to pull Bai Ran onto the Tang Sect's sinking ship.

What good things did the Tang Sect still have worth coveting? It did not even have two or three cats left.

He could not possibly promise the position of Tang Sect master to someone with an outsider's surname. Of course, if that child were willing to change his surname, it would not be impossible.

Wait. The current Tang Sect master, Tang Ya, was a teenage girl.

If he appeared in her dream and told her that the Clear Sky Sect held hope for reviving the Tang Sect, would she come to the Clear Sky Sect from Shrek Academy, where she currently was?

Tang San: No, no. If I do that, where would that leave Little Seven?

Unless there truly was no other way, he absolutely could not do something like give his own daughter a rival.

Wang Qiu'er from the original story had, after all, possessed one-third of Tang Wutong's soul.

So even if Huo Yuhao ultimately fell in love with her, it still proved that the one he loved was Tang Wutong.

But Tang Ya was different.

Though she was the Tang Sect master, she had no blood relation to Tang San whatsoever.

After all, the Tang Sect's masters were merely Tang-surnamed disciples who possessed Blue Silver Grass.

The only connection she had with Tang San was that they both had the surname Tang.

If she truly were Tang San's descendant, could Tang San have watched helplessly as Tang Sect disciples were massacred without intervening?

The reason he wanted to revive the Tang Sect was because it held extraordinary meaning in Tang San's eyes.

In any case, it did not matter who revived it, as long as the Tang Sect could once again become the number one sect on the continent.