Is Tang San a Reincarnator?

In Yu Xiaorou's office, sunlight slanted through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows across the floor. The air still carried the lingering scent of that blood-red flower from earlier—faint, yet impossible to disperse.

Su Yang sat in his chair, outwardly calm, while his mind churned like a stormy sea.

Lovesick Heartbreak Red! It was the highest-ranked among immortal-grade herbs, hailed as the king of immortal herbs!

And it had been given to him directly through sign-in? It had even been bound to his Martial Soul?

He looked up at Yu Xiaorou, who was tidying her desk with a faint blush still on her face. The more he looked at her, the more pleasing she seemed.

He had originally thought she was just a humanoid knowledge base, at most a plot device. Who would have thought that she was also his experience farm and goddess of luck!

What kind of teacher was this? She was clearly a walking treasure trove! He needed to cherish her properly.

Just as Su Yang was secretly planning how to keep raising her favorability, someone suddenly knocked on the office door.

Tang San abruptly stood up, then expressionlessly nodded at Yu Xiaorou. "Since there's nothing else for me here, I'll be leaving first."

His tone was utterly flat, nothing like the way a six-year-old child should have spoken.

There was no politeness, no apology, not even the most basic courteous words. It was as if the master before him was nothing more than an irrelevant passerby.

Yu Xiaorou parted her lips slightly, as though she wanted to say something to keep him there, but ultimately swallowed the words. She merely gave a soft "Mm" and watched Tang San head for the door.

Tang San had just grasped the doorknob when a voice from behind stopped him.

"Wait."

Tang San halted and turned around, calmly looking at Yu Xiaorou.

Yu Xiaorou pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, her tone neither warm nor cold. "You have talent, but your temperament is far too proud. Remember this: talent determines your starting point, but attitude determines your destination."

Tang San fell silent for two seconds. Something unusual seemed to flicker through his dark eyes, but it quickly returned to calm.

He nodded lightly without saying another word, then pushed open the door and walked straight out.

Watching from the side, Su Yang muttered inwardly, There really is something wrong with this Tang San. Where did the Tang San from the original story, who respected his teachers and valued tradition, go?

Back when Yu Xiaogang said he wanted to take him as a disciple, Tang San had been so moved he was practically ready to kneel. Now, a simple "I'm leaving" was enough, and he did not even look back.

Could he really be a reincarnator?

Still, Su Yang did not dwell on it too much. Whether Tang San had been reborn or transmigrated, his immediate priority was to cling tightly to Yu Xiaorou's thigh. As long as he raised his teacher's favorability, he would not lose out.

The office fell quiet, leaving only the two of them. Wind drifted in through the window, stirring the papers on the desk with a soft rustle.

"Su Yang, since you've decided to take me as your master, we should make good use of our time." Her voice was gentle yet firm.

"Release your Martial Soul and let me take a look. I'll formulate a complete cultivation plan based on its characteristics."

Su Yang nodded, rose to his feet, and extended his right hand.

A golden glow emerged in his palm, slowly gathering into a palm-sized golden chrysanthemum. It had nine layers of petals, each layer formed from tiny golden leaves clustered together, overlapping in a neat and intricate arrangement.

The petals were crystal-clear, warm light flowing along their edges. They looked as though they had been delicately carved from the finest jade, yet they retained the unique vitality of plants.

The entire room seemed to have been coated in a faint layer of gold.

Yu Xiaorou's eyes lit up.

She leaned closer and narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze roaming over the golden chrysanthemum for quite some time. Her brows first furrowed, then relaxed, as if she were searching through countless records in her mind. After a moment, she slowly spoke.

"What an excellent Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum."

"Even among top-tier plant-type Martial Souls, this one is exceptional." Her tone carried unconcealed excitement.

"Its defining trait is the simultaneous cultivation of body and soul. It can strengthen the physical body while enhancing Soul Power, combining offense and defense without any obvious weakness. Against Soul Masters of the same level, they would lose to you through Soul Power expenditure alone."

She straightened up, resting one hand beneath her chin as she continued her analysis.

"More importantly, this Martial Soul has tremendous growth potential. Its early advantages may not be the most obvious, but once your Soul Power rises, every additional soul ring will bring a qualitative transformation to your physical strength. Especially after your Martial Soul Avatar manifests, you will have an indestructible body, immune to all evil."

Su Yang nodded repeatedly as he listened, secretly praising her. This woman truly has sharp eyes. In just a few sentences, she summed up the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum's characteristics perfectly.

"However..." Yu Xiaorou changed the subject, her tone becoming somewhat meaningful.

"Speaking of this Martial Soul, there is something that may interest you. Spirit Hall has a Titled Douluo known as the 'Chrysanthemum' who possesses the same Martial Soul as you. He holds a high position in Spirit Hall and is extremely powerful. He is one of the few people in the world who has cultivated the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum to its peak. If you ever have the chance to come into contact with Spirit Hall, you may use his cultivation path as a reference."

Chrysanthemum Douluo. Su Yang froze slightly before quickly realizing who she meant. Yue Guan from the original story—of course he knew him. But given the nature of this heavily altered world, could it be that even Chrysanthemum Douluo had...

Su Yang shook his head, throwing that strange thought aside.

No, no. Only a few people from that tasteless joke post of his had been changed. Everyone else should still be their normal gender. Probably... right?

"Teacher, I understand."

Yu Xiaorou nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. Then next—"

"Teacher." Su Yang suddenly interrupted her, his tone carrying a trace of mystery. "Actually... there's one more thing I haven't told you."

Yu Xiaorou paused and tilted her head at him. "What is it?"

Su Yang took a deep breath and slowly raised his left hand.

"Teacher, I actually have another Martial Soul."

The moment the words fell, a blinding red light erupted from his palm!

The red radiance nearly filled the heavens and covered the earth, dyeing the entire office crimson!

At that instant, the air seemed to be pressed down by something invisible, growing heavy and oppressive. A strange floral fragrance spread through the room, rich but not cloying, carrying an indescribable sorrow and deep affection.

The fragrance seemed capable of piercing flesh and reaching straight into the softest part of one's heart, making people involuntarily think of the person they cared about most.

A blood-red flower slowly emerged from Su Yang's left hand.

It was a peony-shaped flower, larger and fuller than the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum. Its petals overlapped layer upon layer, their edges curling slightly like congealed blood—or a shattered heart.

Faint red halos flowed across every petal like tear tracks, as though they were weeping blood.

The entire flower floated quietly above Su Yang's palm. Though it was merely a plant, it carried an indescribable grief and solemnity, as if it had gathered all the love and regrets between heaven and earth.

Red light illuminated the entire room. The potted greenery on the windowsill trembled softly, its leaves turning toward the flower as though paying tribute to a king and bowing in submission.

Lovesick Heartbreak Red.

Yu Xiaorou froze in place as if she had been struck by a binding spell. Her glasses slid down to the tip of her nose, her lips parted slightly, and the blood-red flower reflected in her pupils. She had even forgotten to breathe.