Tang San: I Revere Asszi!

Tang San came back to his senses and looked down.

Yu Xiaogang was deeply poisoned. His lips had turned purple, his breathing was weak, and he was close to death.

"Teacher! Hang on!"

Tang San hurriedly helped him up, pressed his palm against his back, and circulated his power to force out the poison.

He had finally gotten a second chance at life. He couldn't have this teacher die the moment he arrived—that would be far too unlucky.

He truly did have feelings for Yu Xiaogang. After becoming a god, he had thought of him several times.

He swore it.

Uh... although he hadn't brought his teacher to the God Realm.

Still, Tang San, the God King, could beat his chest and swear—

He revered Yu Xiaogang.

A teacher for a day, a father for life. He hadn't said that lightly.

If he had brought his teacher to the God Realm back then, perhaps there would have been fewer regrets.

Perhaps he could have seen exactly what kind of fart Luo Sanpao would produce when it bounced out?

Ah, what a pity.

What kind of commotion could the Heaven-Splitting Luo Sanpao produce with god-level power?

But reverence was reverence. Debts still had to be settled.

Flender and Liu Erlong of the Golden Triangle, as well as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, could only be connected through Yu Xiaogang.

He could save Tang San, who had returned through rebirth, a great deal of trouble.

After suppressing most of the poison, Tang San withdrew his hand, leaned his back against the tree trunk, and caught his breath.

This body was too weak.

This was truly exhausting.

The timing of his rebirth was troublesome as well. It had happened right at the critical point of absorbing a Spirit Ring. His distracted mind had caused a backlash from the Spirit Ring, leaving him seriously injured.

He sat cross-legged and adjusted his breathing for a while. Only after his internal injuries stabilized did he begin planning his next steps.

The God Realm had been swept away by the Spacetime Turbulence.

In his previous life, even Destruction and Life working together had failed to stop the Spacetime Turbulence. He wasn't surprised by that.

Still, when he thought back on the expansion plan proposed by the God of Destruction, it no longer seemed so outrageous.

Since he had been given another chance, he could play this game himself.

He would first propose expanding the God Realm and lead the gods through that catastrophe. As long as he succeeded, no one would be able to shake the God Realm's prestige.

As for the God of Destruction...

Being swept away by the Spacetime Turbulence would be a happy ending for everyone.

Surely, after living another life, things couldn't turn out worse than before, right?

Right? Right?

The matter of the Divine Position made him hesitate for a while. He could walk the paths of the Sea God and the Asura God with his eyes closed; they were as safe as could be.

But since he had another life to live, he wanted to try other possibilities.

What if he took both Destruction and Life?

The moment the thought emerged, it took root and could no longer be suppressed.

He remembered clearly the power of those two origins twisting together when Destruction and Life had joined forces that day.

The Goddess of Life was reasonable and able to distinguish right from wrong. Obtaining her Divine Position inheritance would be easy enough.

The difficult one was Destruction. That fellow was greedy for power, and making him let go would likely take some effort.

The Tang God King instinctively pinned a label on Destruction first.

Yu Xiaogang's groan interrupted his thoughts.

"Xiao San... did you absorb the Spirit Ring successfully?"

Most of the poison had been cleared, but Yu Xiaogang's voice was still weak.

Yet he was still concerned about Tang San.

This was the test subject for his theories, and also the blade he would use against the Rose Boy Band in the future.

According to the information he had obtained from selling hooks, the Rose Boy Band was no weak force.

Those three fellows from before had all been Spirit Emperors.

Moreover, there were quite a few Spirit Kings and Soul Ancestors in the Rose Boy Band.

And they had specifically targeted people like him—crew cuts and full beards.

Damn it, what kind of mentality did those bastards even have?

During that day and night, he had been tainted by all of their scents.

He and Sanpao had endured torture like humans.

And since Sanpao was a detached Martial Soul, every injury it suffered would be fed back to him, its Soul Master.

He had endured two layers of heavy damage.

Damn it.

Whenever he thought of it, he gnashed his teeth in hatred.

Damn Rose Boy Band!

He knew well that with his little bit of strength alone, he would never be able to turn things around in his lifetime.

As for seeking out his good brother Flender and Sister Erlong, he couldn't afford to lose that much face.

Therefore, nothing could go wrong with this disciple.

"It went quite smoothly." Tang San revealed his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and the yellow Spirit Ring slowly revolved once.

The moment the words left his mouth, his expression suddenly darkened.

Oh no.

He had originally wanted to take the path of Destruction and Life, but now the Blue Silver Grass had been fed poison.

Damn it.

If only he had been reborn two days earlier.

As someone from the Tang Sect in his previous life, he had a certain obsession with poison.

On top of that, he had known little about this world at the time and had believed Gangzi's theories completely.

It wasn't until later, after his strength had grown and his Blue Silver Grass evolved into the Blue Silver Emperor,

that he realized there had been major problems with the selection of his earlier Spirit Rings.

Fortunately, when he revived Xiao Wu, he had used that opportunity to replace all those inferior Spirit Rings.

But now that he had set his sights on the Divine Position of Life, poisoned Blue Silver Grass would still bring considerable problems.

"What's wrong? Did something go wrong with you, Xiao San?" Seeing Tang San's ugly expression, Yu Xiaogang asked anxiously.

"It's nothing. Everything went smoothly." Tang San composed himself.

After being a God King for so many years, he knew clearly—

Yu Xiaogang's horizons were only that broad.

His theories were riddled with errors. He didn't even know that ten-thousand-year Spirit Rings had soul shocks; Xiao Wu had been the one to tell him later.

"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."

He truly couldn't understand how anyone could insult themselves twice in one sentence.

He had watched the lower realm from the God Realm for tens of thousands of years. The only person who had truly managed to live up to that saying was Ji Juechen.

And Yu Xiaogang?

He had not even reached level thirty by the time he passed fifty.

If Tang San hadn't given him an Immortal Herb, he probably would not have reached level thirty even by the time he passed seventy.

Tang San sighed inwardly.

Thinking back on the path he had walked in his previous life, it was truly hard to put into words.

If he hadn't been persistent enough—persistent, and then even more persistent—

and if not for his absurdly outrageous luck, he would have been led astray into some unknown ditch long ago.

But in this life, his Blue Silver Grass had even been poisoned.

Still, forget it.

If he could walk the path of Destruction and Life, then he would. If he couldn't, it wouldn't matter much.

He still remembered the paths of the Sea God and the Asura God clearly. He wouldn't stray even with his eyes closed.

Yu Xiaogang sighed in relief and leaned back against the tree trunk, his words once again carrying a hint of pride:

"See that? The things I, Yu Xiaogang, have studied for half my life are beyond the understanding of ordinary people!

"Xiao San, since you have taken me as your teacher, just follow me.

"My theories will sooner or later place you at the pinnacle of this continent!"

Faced with Gangzi's boastful rambling, Tang San casually agreed. "Teacher is right."

He knew exactly how much hot air there was in those theories. There was no need to argue about it aloud.

He was still in the growth stage.

He couldn't be bothered to argue with this fellow either.

"Good child."

For a time, master and disciple each harbored their own thoughts and took what they needed. It was truly harmonious and moving.

The two set off back.

Yu Xiaogang walked ahead, his steps somewhat unsteady. From time to time, he raised a hand to press against his waist.

Tang San glanced at him but did not ask.

His mind was occupied with something else.

Xiao Wu, my Xiao Wu.

She was the lover who had accompanied him for so long, his dearest family—[maid, Star Fury, sword sheath.]

He had a chance to start over. Others might not.

Xiao Wu had once borne him a pair of children. In this life, no matter what, he couldn't allow her to be swept into the Spacetime Turbulence again.

He walked faster and faster.

Then, halfway there, he abruptly stopped.

Wait, where was Xiao Wu?

He searched through this body's memories from the past few days.

Entering the city, registering, taking a teacher, collecting bedding...

Everything was there, exactly as he remembered it.

Except one person was missing.

The girl who should have appeared in the dormitory wasn't there.

He searched through every corner of his memories and found nothing.

And for some reason, he felt an emptiness in his heart.

As though he would never have another chance to see Xiao Wu again?

Tang San hurriedly shook his head. "Impossible, impossible. At most, there are just a few small changes after rebirth. She'll probably come a few days later."

"Yes, that's it!"

While Tang San was busy comforting himself, Beiming Lieyang was having a much more comfortable time.

With his head resting on Mother Xue's soft thighs, he rode in the carriage all the way back to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.