Shrek's Ancestor Had Returned

"Yes," Xuan Zi replied, his voice somewhat deep.

"The combination of those two Martial Soul was extremely unorthodox; I was caught off guard and fell victim to their scheme."

The elders immediately began discussing the collusion between the Holy Spirit Cult and the Imperial Family of the Sun Moon Empire, exchanging words and debating how to deal with the Mingde Hall's demands for compensation.

Tang San stood diagonally behind Xuan Zi, listening to the group of old men at the table rambling on and on, his brows gradually furrowing.

Whether it's the Holy Spirit Cult or the threat from the Sun Moon Empire, in his eyes they are nothing more than minor ailments of mortal forces, and none of them are as important as his new body right now.

He followed Xuan Zi back to Shrek to open the treasure vault and select Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, hoping to break through the level 20 bottleneck and obtain Soul Ring as soon as possible. Xuan Zi knew perfectly well why he had returned; how long did he intend to let these people argue?

Tang San coldly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing Xuan Zi in front of him.

Xuan Zi felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed the urging gaze, and his heart ached even more.

Last time, when they brought back Yu Xiaogang, the Sea God Pavilion was already in an uproar over that body.

This time, things got even worse. Not only did he intercept the body and hand it over to Tang San, who suddenly appeared, but he also let Tang San kick Yu Xiaogang aside. If he were to explain this clearly, he couldn't even imagine what kind of expressions his old buddies across the table would have.

But the God King was watching from behind; if this dragged on any longer, this ancestor would be the first to lose his temper.

Xuan Zi reached for the wine gourd at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force, and finally spoke, interrupting the argument:

"Please hold on for a moment. Besides the events in Ming Capital, there is another more important matter that I have gathered you all here today."

The chatter around the table abruptly stopped, and everyone turned to look at him.

Xuan Zi's Adam's apple bobbed, and he paused for a full two breaths before speaking in a hoarse voice:

"This old man encountered Tang San's ancestor during his time in the Sun Moon Empire."

Qian Duoduo suddenly looked up, wondering if she had misheard.

Elder Song sat up straight instantly, his brows furrowed. "Xuan Zi, what did you say?"

"Sea God, Tang San." Xuan Zi closed his eyes and forced himself to complete the name.

"Bang!"

On the left, a hot-tempered elder was so startled that he stood up abruptly, bracing himself on the table with both hands.

"Xuan Zi, have you been blinded by Evil Fire? How can you speak nonsense about such a crucial matter concerning the academy's faith!"

Before Xuan Zi could explain, the Blue-Haired Boy standing behind him stepped past him and took a step forward.

"Xuan Zi is not talking nonsense." Tang San raised his head, his youthful face filled with the indifference of someone accustomed to a high position, his gaze meeting that of all the elders present.

"I am Tang San."

The moment he finished speaking, a wisp of pure azure Divine Sense was released from between his brows.

A faint divine pressure swept across the long table. Although it was extremely brief due to the frailty of the physical body, the lofty aura that transcended mortal Soul Power was undeniable.

A dazzling golden Trident mark suddenly lit up in the center of the boy's forehead, flashed twice, and then quickly disappeared into his flesh.

Sea God Godhood Brand!

Several elders with weaker cultivation levels were stimulated by the Divine Sense, and their Soul Power instinctively began to circulate on its own, their faces filled with horror. The elder who stood up opened his mouth, about to kneel and speak, but when he caught a glimpse of the movement on the main seat, he forcibly swallowed his words.

The elders at the table followed his gaze and looked toward the person in the main seat.

Sunlight streamed through the windows of the Sea God Pavilion, and Mu En remained leaning back in his large chair.

Everyone could only look at Xuan Zi again, their eyes filled with questioning, doubt, and... schadenfreude.

Seeing that all the elders in the room were staring at him, Xuan Zi had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue:

"The Divine Soul of Tang San's ancestor appeared in Huo Yuhao's Sea of Spirit for some unknown reason. Later, following the ancestor's instructions, I went to sea and found a body with suitable talent to help the ancestor return to the mortal world."

When he spoke the last few words, Xuan Zi's confidence clearly waned, and his voice lowered.

Xian Lin'er, sitting on the left, narrowed her eyes. "Found a body?"

Xuan Zi did not avoid her gaze, and slowly nodded in response to the questioning look.

Xian Lin'er opened her mouth, turned her head to look at the Blue-Haired Boy standing in front of the long table with a cold expression, and swallowed back the rebuke that was on the tip of her tongue. The elders at the table exchanged glances, and none of them asked any further about the child's original background or name, and they tacitly returned to their original seats.

The person has already been brought here; the original owner's soul must have already dissipated.

Regardless of whether the means were honorable, the person who personally carried out this evil deed was Xuan Zi.

After a moment of silence, Elder Lin, sitting to the left of Mu En, slowly spoke:

"Xuan Zi, we did sense that transcendent Divine Sense aura just now. But how can you be so sure, based on just a wisp of Divine Sense and a mark, that this person is indeed Tang San's ancestor from ten thousand years ago?"

Xuan Zi was speechless for a moment when asked the question.

In the Mingde Hall dormitory, he had already acknowledged Huo Yuhao as his patriarch based solely on the changes in Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness and that divine power. How could he dare to interrogate him like a criminal, questioning him about the details? He could only turn to the side, looking slightly embarrassed at the young man beside him:

"Ancestor, the Grand Secretaries are acting out of caution; we hope you will demonstrate again..."

Tang San's remaining patience finally faded.

He only had a wisp of Divine Soul left in the Lower Realm realm. He had already exhausted a lot of energy by forcibly breaking out of Huo Yuhao 'Sea of Consciousness and taking over this Sea Dragon's body. Where would he get so much redundant Divine Power for these juniors to examine him repeatedly like they were watching a monkey show?

"You've all witnessed the oppressive power of your divine Divine Sense and the Sea God Trident Brand of the Sea God on your forehead." Tang San's gaze swept coldly across both sides of the long table, finally bypassing everyone and landing directly on Mu En, who sat at the head of the table.

"It's not surprising that people with insufficient cultivation levels can't sense the depth. But within the Sea God Pavilion, there are always people who can sense it, right?"

Mu En opened his slightly closed eyelids completely, met the boy's eyes, remained silent for two breaths, and slowly nodded.

With Mu En's approval, the atmosphere in the council chamber changed instantly.

Tang San did not give up. He raised his right hand, touched the Storage Soul Tool that Xuan Zi had prepared for him at his waist, and took out an ordinary iron Trident that he had bought on the way.

As the halberd came into his hand, the rough, heavy feel of iron made the child's body, which only had eighteen levels of Soul Power, sink slightly.

"The Sea God and the Asura God are both my divine positions." Tang San gripped the cold halberd shaft with one hand, his voice calm.

"Today, I will show you the ultimate technique of the Sea God: the Golden Thirteen Halberds."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San flipped his wrist and shifted his feet, demonstrating right there in the open space of the council hall.

He didn't use much Soul Power, and he didn't even release his Martial Soul.

The Trident, forged from ordinary iron, spun nimbly in his hands, thrusting, stabbing, slicing, and smashing. The movements were not fast at first, but as the halberd's blade sliced through the air, several extremely condensed golden arcs unfolded out of thin air.

First move: Unfixed Storm. Second move: Thousand Years of Emptiness. Third move: One Goes, Never Returns.