Confirming Tang San Was a Reincarnator

He took a deep breath and slowly forced those chaotic emotions back into the deepest part of his chest.

In the month since his reincarnation, he had already seen too many absurd things. He had accepted that Bibi Dong was a man. Qian Daoliu was the most outrageous version he had ever seen. Even his dear teacher, Yu Xiaorou, strutted around in high heels before him every day, and he had gritted his teeth and adapted to that too.

The world had changed, and its very tone had gone off the rails, but Tang San had never relied on his surroundings to survive until today. He relied on his own mind.

Besides, no matter how much this world changed, the underlying logic of cultivation had not. Good martial souls needed resources piled onto them, and great strength needed time to accumulate.

He possessed the memories and cultivation experience of a God King from his previous life. That was his greatest asset. As long as he had enough time and resources, he would only advance faster in this life than he had in his last.

So there was only one priority right now: get resources.

Tang San raised his head and glanced in the direction Tang Hao had disappeared. That figure had already dwindled to a tiny dot. He simply cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Wait—"

The tiny dot halfway up the mountain stopped and turned around.

Tang San could not be bothered to run over again, so he shouted from afar, "Mom, I need cultivation resources! Rare metals, medicinal herbs, Soul Beast materials—I need all of it! And also—help me find suitable Soul Beasts deep in the Soul Hunting Forest."

Even from so far away, Tang San could practically see the look on Tang Hao's face: Why has this brat suddenly become so mercenary? But Tang Hao merely fell silent for a moment before nodding at him from afar, her voice carried over by the wind.

"Fine. I'll have it delivered within three days. If you need anything else, write me a letter. I'll find it for you."

"Thanks!" Tang San shouted. His throat was already a little hoarse. He lowered his hands and watched that figure vanish completely into the distant mountain shadows before slowly letting out a breath.

He began calculating his plans for what came next. The resources Tang Hao could provide mainly fell into two categories: first, supplementary medicines and rare metals essential to a Soul Master's cultivation. Those could help temper his body and improve his Soul Power.

The second was access to hunting Soul Beasts. Tang Hao was, after all, a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse. Her experience deep within the Soul Hunting Forest was enough to help him make the best choices.

As for the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone in the back mountain of Holy Soul Village, there was no rush. The might and energy of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone were simply too vast. Trying to absorb it at his current level would be a complete waste.

Once he obtained the Immortal-Grade Herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and nourished his body until it could withstand the hundred-thousand-year level, he could absorb both the Soul Bone and the herbs at once. That would truly maximize the benefits.

This was experience he had bought with blood and tears in his previous life. Haste never accomplished anything.

Tang San stood on the hillside, facing the wind as he slowly clenched his fists. As a God King cultivating anew, he understood better than anyone how the road ahead should be walked.

Meanwhile, Su Yang had long since slipped back to the academy.

He did not return to his dormitory. Instead, he circled around to the side of the woodshed in the rear courtyard and squatted with his back against the wall.

Sunlight shone over the dirt before him. With his head lowered, his fingers unconsciously traced circles on the ground. His mind was filled with the words he had overheard on the hillside.

The revelation that Bibi Dong had a crush on Tang Hao shook Su Yang even more than learning that Qian Xunji liked Ah Yin. Qian Xunji was a woman, after all. Falling in love with a man was melodramatic, but still made sense. But who was Bibi Dong?

The former Spirit Hall Saintess—oh, no, the male Pope in this life. A ruthless man who could wipe out his teacher's entire family for power, who could take his own teacher's life without hesitation for the position of Pope.

And someone like that could confess to a woman in the street? He got rejected, yet did not lose his temper or retaliate. He just dusted himself off and left?

Su Yang could not make sense of it. He could only attribute it to love making people blind. He rubbed his face and sighed sincerely. "What a legend. Bibi Dong really is something else."

The information about Tang Hao was shocking too, but it was easier for Su Yang to accept. After all, Qian Xunji was a woman in this life. Liking men was perfectly natural.

But as the male Pope, Bibi Dong had completely redirected all those vile deeds from the previous life. "Coveting a Spirit Ring and murdering Ah Yin" had become "love unfulfilled, turning into resentment." "Hunting down Tang Hao's family" had become "secretly loving Tang Hao and failing to win her."

If the storylines of those two were written into a tale, teahouses across the entire continent could talk about them for three years.

Squatting beneath the wall, Su Yang felt his scalp tingle more and more as he thought about it. He could not help adding, "Spirit Hall is this lively—does Qian Daoliu even know?"

But he quickly calmed down. Gossip was just gossip. The real gain from his eavesdropping trip was confirming Tang San's identity.

That kid's reactions had been abnormal from beginning to end. How could a six-year-old child, meeting his biological mother for the first time—especially a mother with such an explosive background—possibly remain so calm?

Tang San had not shed a single tear the entire time. He had not lost control even once. He had not even asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He had been listening, analyzing, and asking questions, and every question had struck at the key point: Who was Bibi Dong? Could he be given cultivation resources? What direction should his second Spirit Ring take? What kind of mind was that for a six-year-old?

What sent a chill down Su Yang's spine even more was Tang San's expression as he listened to Tang Hao recount Ah Yin's past.

He had been as calm as if he were listening to a story he had already heard. There was no shock, no confusion, no reaction of, "So my dad was this powerful."

He had been comparing the information he already knew and confirming the discrepancies bit by bit.

Su Yang bit his lower lip. Tang San was definitely a reincarnator.

And damn it, what a coincidence—the memories he had brought back happened to line up with the plot of their version of the world. Now they had a serious problem.

If things followed the original story, Su Yang's familiarity with the plot would be his greatest cheat. He knew what would happen in the future, where opportunities lay, and who could help him at the right time.

But now that Tang San carried the memories of his previous life, those advantages were greatly diminished. Tang San would go claim the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well early, dig up the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone early, and avoid every pitfall he had stumbled into in his previous life.

He was like a competitor who had played half a version more than Su Yang. Experience, memories, mentality, talent—everything was maxed out. The only thing missing was the word "invincible" written across his face.

And that was not even the most troublesome part. The most troublesome part was Tang Hao behind him.

That was a Titled Douluo-level backer. Though Su Yang had not yet seen Tang Hao fight at full strength, that single burst of oppressive aura earlier was enough to tell him that ten mountains stood between him and that woman.

If he wanted to make a move against Tang San, he probably would not even survive a single attack.