Confirming That Tang San Was a Reincarnator

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

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

The world had changed, and its foundations had become a mess, but Tang San had never survived by relying on his environment. He relied on his own mind.

Besides, no matter how much this world changed, the underlying logic of cultivation remained the same. Good martial souls needed resources piled onto them, and great strength required 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: acquire resources.

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

The tiny speck halfway up the mountain stopped and turned back.

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

Even from this far away, Tang San could practically see the expression on Tang Hao's face: How did you suddenly become so mercenary, brat? But Tang Hao merely fell silent for a moment before nodding at him from afar, voice carrying on 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's throat was already a little hoarse after that shout. He lowered his hands and watched that figure vanish completely into the distant mountain shadows before slowly letting out a breath.

He began planning his next steps. The resources Tang Hao could provide mainly fell into two categories: auxiliary medicines and rare metals essential for Soul Master cultivation. Those could help him temper his body and improve his Soul Power.

The other category was access to hunting Soul Beasts. Tang Hao was, after all, a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse. His experience deep in the Soul Hunting Forest would be enough to help Tang San make the best choices.

As for the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone on the back mountain of Holy Soul Village, there was no rush. The majesty and energy of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone were far too immense. Absorbing it at his current level would be nothing but a 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 power of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, he could absorb the herbs and Soul Bone together in one go. That would truly maximize his gains.

This was experience he had bought with blood and tears in his previous life. Rushing things never led to success.

Tang San stood on the hillside, facing the wind as he slowly clenched his fist. Rebuilding his cultivation as a God King, he knew better than anyone what path lay ahead.

Meanwhile, Su Yang had already slipped back to the academy.

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

Sunlight fell across the dirt before him. With his head lowered, his fingers unconsciously traced circles on the ground. His mind was filled with everything he had heard on the hillside just now.

The fact that Bibi Dong had a crush on Tang Hao shocked Su Yang even more than Qian Xunji liking Ah Yin. Qian Xunji was a woman, so falling in love with a man was melodramatic but still reasonable. But who was Bibi Dong?

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

And someone like that could confess to a woman in the street? After being rejected, he did not get angry or retaliate. He just patted his ass and left?

Su Yang could not make sense of it, so he could only chalk it up to love making people blind. He rubbed his face and sincerely sighed. "What a legend. Bibi Dong really is a goddamn legend."

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

But Bibi Dong, as the male Pope, had completely redirected all those filthy deeds from the previous life. "Coveting a Spirit Ring and murdering Ah Yin" had become "unable to obtain love and turning hatred from it," while "hunting down Tang Hao's family" had become "secretly loving Tang Hao and failing to win him over."

If the plotline between those two were written into a storybook, teahouses across the continent could talk about it 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. Those bits of gossip were just gossip. The real gain from his eavesdropping was confirming Tang San's identity.

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

Tang San had not shed a single tear throughout the whole encounter. He had not lost control even once, and he had not even asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He had kept listening, analyzing, and asking questions. And every question had been crucial: who Bibi Dong was, whether cultivation resources could be provided, what direction his second Spirit Ring should take. What six-year-old had a mind like that?

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

It had been so calm, as if he were hearing a story he had already heard before. There had been no shock, no confusion, none of that So my dad was actually this amazing? reaction.

He had been comparing it against information he already knew, confirming the discrepancies bit by bit.

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

And fucking hell, by some absurd coincidence, the memories he had brought back matched 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 have been 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 memories from his previous life, those advantages were greatly weakened. Tang San would 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. He only lacked the word "invincible" written across his face.

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

That was a Titled Douluo-level backer. Although Su Yang had not personally seen Tang Hao fight at full strength, that single burst of pressure from his aura just now had been enough for Su Yang to know that ten mountains stood between him and that woman.

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