Asura God and Sea God, Those Two Scheming Bastards Don't Play Fair!

After a while, an elegant, richly dressed woman walked in.

At first glance, she appeared to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight, but her eyes looked as though they had seen through everything in the world.

She wore a silver court gown and carried herself with noble grace.

A flash of admiration crossed Ning Wen's eyes as he looked at her.

No wonder the original story had placed her on par with Bibi Dong in sheer poise.

"Please, have a seat, Lady Yue." Ning Fengzhi raised a hand.

Tang Yuehua came to the dining table but did not sit down.

Her gaze swept over everyone present before settling on Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong ignored her and went on enjoying her food.

"So this is the student I'll be teaching."

After a moment, Tang Yuehua spoke, her voice soft and pleasant.

"That's right. This is my daughter, Ning Rongrong."

Ning Fengzhi nodded. "As I said in my letter, discipline her however you see fit. My only requirement is that you rid her of all her bad habits."

"Rest assured, Sect Master Ning. I'll give you a result you'll be pleased with."

Tang Yuehua inclined her head slightly, her expression calm but scrupulously serious.

"I've already arranged for the supplies the Clear Sky Sect needs to be delivered."

Ning Fengzhi smiled. "They should all arrive tomorrow."

Moonlight Pavilion was the Heaven Dou Empire's academy of court etiquette, where the empire's next generation of nobles was trained.

As its mistress, Tang Yuehua was naturally busy every day, yet she had agreed to come teach Ning Rongrong in person.

In return, Ning Fengzhi would have the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect secretly send supplies to the Clear Sky Sect, which had sealed its mountain gates.

For the wealthy Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, that was hardly a burden.

The only real risk was offending Spirit Hall.

But the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was already at odds with Spirit Hall because it supported the Heaven Dou imperial family.

So it made little difference.

That woman looks familiar. Haven't I seen her somewhere before?

Ning Wen: "..."

Wasn't she a minor character who only appeared a few times in the original story?

Even she looks familiar to you?

Don't tell me every beautiful woman looks familiar to you!

At the sudden voice, Tang Yuehua's expression changed.

Where did that voice come from?

She instinctively looked at Ning Wen.

The reason was simple: the voice clearly belonged to a young man, and Ning Wen was the only person present who fit that description.

But his mouth had not moved.

The voice continued, each word sounding clearly inside Tang Yuehua's head.

I remember now. Isn't that Tang Yuehua?

I do remember a thing or two about her!

If she hadn't helped Tang San control the killing intent within him, he wouldn't have become the Asura God so quickly.

Now Tang Yuehua was certain she could hear the young man's thoughts.

Who was Tang San?

She had no memory of anyone by that name.

Much less of helping him suppress the killing intent inside him.

His surname was Tang?

Could he be a disciple of the sect?

But she had not been back in so long that she could hardly remember when she last visited.

Come to think of it, what a joke!

Tang Chen made the Clear Sky Sect the foremost sect under heaven and the Clear Sky Hammer the world's greatest weapon-type Martial Soul. Yet, in a sense, he died because of this woman.

Tang Yuehua's face went deathly pale.

Tang Chen was her grandfather.

She had indirectly caused her grandfather's death? How was that possible?

Beside her, Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong stared at Tang Yuehua in disbelief.

The Ultimate Douluo known as Unrivaled on Land, a man spoken of in the same breath as Spirit Hall's Grand Worship, Qian Daoliu, was dead?

And his own granddaughter had indirectly caused his death!

How could that be?

They found themselves asking the same question as Tang Yuehua.

After all, Tang Chen was a Level 99 Ultimate Douluo. Even if he stood still and let Tang Yuehua attack him, she could not have broken through his defenses.

Wait. Ning Wen's thoughts had said "indirectly."

And he had mentioned Tang San earlier. Could Tang San have done it?

At that thought, Ning Fengzhi drew a sharp breath.

Tang San was Tang Hao's son.

In other words, he was Tang Chen's great-grandson.

A great-grandson killing his own great-grandfather would be extraordinary even on Douluo Continent, where strength ruled.

Ning Wen, a transmigrator himself, was utterly baffled.

Since when could Tang Yuehua indirectly get Tang Chen killed? How had I never heard of it?

In the original story, Tang Chen had regained his former strength, only for the power of the Asura God's inheritance to cause his body to collapse and kill him.

That made no sense!

Bathed in the Sea God's Light from Tang San's Sea God Trident, he had been purged of all the evil thoughts left behind by the Rakshasa God.

Tang Chen had thereby passed the Asura God's Eighth Trial, gained a Demigod Body, and even won the Asura Demon Sword's recognition.

That was a Demigod Body!

And Tang Chen's body still collapsed and killed him?

On top of that, he left Tang San a massive gift after he died.

If there was nothing suspicious about that...

Ning Wen certainly did not believe it.

The Asura God's reputation spoke for itself.

He was notorious for breaking the very rules he enforced!

Manipulating things behind the scenes was routine for him.

He simply could not be trusted.

"You..."

Tang Yuehua tried to demand an explanation, only to find that she could not make a sound.

The discovery made her sense of foreboding grow stronger.

That brings me to what happened after Tang San became the Sea God. I crushed him so thoroughly that his Sea God Godhood shattered, and he was left powerless.

If those two scheming bastards, the Asura God and the Sea God, hadn't secretly helped him, Tang San would have died then and there.

To defeat me, Tang San followed the Asura God's instructions and returned to Slaughter City, where he poisoned the King of Slaughter.

And the King of Slaughter was Tang Chen!

Tang Yuehua's face grew even paler.

She barely registered the parts about the Sea God and the Asura God. All she could think of were five words: Tang Chen had been poisoned to death.

If she had not forced herself to stand, she would have crumpled to the floor.

Grandfather was dead!

And he had died by poison, such a despicable method.

If Tang Yuehua had known that Tang San was Tang Hao's son—her own nephew—she might have broken down completely.

Ning Wen: "..."

So the Asura God and the Sea God, those two scheming bastards, didn't play fair!

Well, that was perfectly in character for them.

What a waste of Tang Chen's potential!

Of everyone on Douluo Continent, Tang Chen was the one I admired most in my previous life.

Of the three Ultimate Douluo of his era, Tang Chen was the only one who reached Level 99 through his own power. He was also the only one with a chance of becoming a god through his own power, and he reached Level 99 three years before the Sea God did.

Without a home-field advantage, Tang Chen was the strongest of the three Ultimate Douluo.

Even the Asura God, who was exceedingly choosy about successors, took notice of Tang Chen. He guided him into Slaughter City, the site of his inheritance, and gave him the Asura God's Nine Trials. Completing them would let Tang Chen inherit his Godhood.

Unfortunately, at the crucial moment of the Eighth Trial, the Rakshasa God, who had always been at odds with the Asura God, plotted against Tang Chen and turned him into the King of Slaughter.