This Little Rabbit Really Had It Rough!

Outside the gates of Notting Academy.

Yu Xiaogang stood rooted to the spot, his gaunt face full of grief and despair, his eyes brimming with the pain and loneliness of someone betrayed.

He looked utterly crushed, as miserable as a man could be.

Yu Xiaogang's acting was masterful. No one could tell whether it was real!

This was Feigning Retreat, and it worked best on people who cared about him!

It was this very trick that had persuaded his father to defy the other elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and pour the clan's resources into nurturing him.

Otherwise, how could Yu Xiaogang, whose Innate Soul Power had been a mere half-level, have cultivated to level twenty-nine?

Of course, Yu Xiaogang considered it all his due. He even thought his father had given him too few resources.

He believed that reaching level twenty-nine with only half a level of Innate Soul Power made him a genius among geniuses!

If his Innate Soul Power had been above level five, he would be a Soul Saint by now at the very least.

And after a year together, Yu Xiaogang knew his disciple's temperament inside out.

He knew Tang San valued his teachers deeply and held the bond between master and disciple sacred.

Yu Xiaogang was certain that after this, Tang San would never dare defy him again.

Sure enough.

The moment Yu Xiaogang spoke of parting ways and severing their bond as master and disciple, Tang San fell into a complete panic.

"What?"

Tang San shuddered, his face turning deathly pale. He stumbled half a step forward, hands raised helplessly, his words coming out in stammers.

"Teacher! Please don't! That's not how it is!"

His mind was a jumble. A thousand things crowded his throat, but he had no idea how to explain himself and stammered for a long while.

Under the weight of Yu Xiaogang's wounded, disappointed gaze, the last of Tang San's resentment crumbled. At last, he bowed his head and admitted in a low voice thick with panic and guilt, "Teacher... I was wrong."

"Little San, don't blame me."

A flash of satisfaction crossed Yu Xiaogang's eyes. He patted Tang San's head. "I'm doing this for your own good."

Ning Wen had watched the whole thing.

What a fine display of the stick and carrot. A few words had wiped away Yu Xiaogang's mistakes and pinned all the blame on Tang San instead.

Only a feudalist like Tang San would fall for it. Ning Wen would have slapped him back long ago.

No wonder people online in his previous life had said that if you crossed over to Douluo, you should either become Tang San's enemy or his teacher.

Compared with the former, the latter was clearly the better deal.

In the original story, Yu Xiaogang had eaten an Immortal Herb and still failed to become a god. That was purely because he was useless.

To be fair, Tang San really could not be blamed for that.

After all, Tang San had become a god by the end of the original story, and he had acknowledged Yu Xiaogang as his adoptive father.

As for Tang San's character, what good could a sect like the Tang Sect possibly teach?

Add Yu Xiaogang and Shrek Academy's influence, and it would have been a miracle if his values had turned out normal.

Which meant Tang San could still be shaped to a considerable degree.

But Ning Wen had clearly crossed over too late. His only option was to become Tang San's enemy.

Well, This Seat got to watch quite a show!

Tang San, you really are a loyal hound of feudalism. No wonder the powers you left behind allowed the rotten aristocratic systems of Heaven Dou and the Star Luo Empire to endure.

After I destroyed Spirit Hall in my previous life, commoners lost their chance to awaken their Martial Souls for free. Low-ranking Soul Masters lost the policies that supported them, too, and had no choice but to become the nobles' lackeys.

Anyone would think you were some spotless saint who had never taken the Soul Master stipend Spirit Hall paid out!

Damn it. This Seat ascended too hastily in my previous life. Otherwise, none of that would have happened!

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up as never before.

Spirit Hall destroyed!

It was Spirit Hall that had killed her mother!

At that moment, the way Xiao Wu looked at Ning Wen changed completely.

A man who could destroy Spirit Hall.

A man who could avenge her mother.

That man stood right before her.

Even if he were not her fiancé, Xiao Wu had decided she would follow him.

Something about this Little Rabbit's gaze seems off.

Has she fallen for me?

Fair enough. This Seat is breathtakingly handsome. If this Little Rabbit could throw herself at an ugly bastard like Tang San, then of course she'd do the same for me.

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes. He really was full of himself.

And what did he mean, "throw herself at him"?

Do I look like that kind of person?

Still, Ning Wen really was better-looking than Tang San.

Come to think of it, if This Seat doesn't intervene, this Little Rabbit really has it rough!

When the Little Rabbit entered Notting Academy, Tang Hao—the father of that Tang San fellow—was hiding nearby. He'd probably already seen through her identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

She sacrifices herself for Tang San, her soul gets trapped in a Soul Ring, and after finally coming back to life, she sacrifices herself for him again. In the end, even her soul is destroyed. Brutal!

This Little Rabbit might have set a new record for sacrificing herself twice in a row!

She's nothing but a tool for Tang San!

The cold truth exploded silently in Xiao Wu's mind.

She froze, a bone-deep chill creeping up her spine.

Sacrifice herself?

Her soul trapped in a Soul Ring?

Sacrifice herself twice, only for her soul to be destroyed?

Every word pierced her heart like a blade, leaving her cold inside!

As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had taken human form, she had left the Great Star Dou Forest with only one goal: to avenge her mother.

Xiao Wu had naively believed that if she concealed her identity and survived her years of growth, she would eventually gain the strength to take revenge on Spirit Hall.

Even if she died then, she would have no regrets.

But Ning Wen's thoughts had torn every last hope and illusion to shreds.

"Sacrifice myself for Tang San?"

Xiao Wu looked toward Tang San, who stood a short distance away.

So meeting Tang San had never been her good fortune. It was the beginning of her tragedy.

Her life, her very soul—

Someone had been plotting to take them all along.

She admitted Tang San was different, and she had indeed grown fond of him.

But now, everything had changed.

If Ning Wen was telling the truth, did that mean Tang San had approached her with an ulterior motive from the very beginning?

Had all the time they spent together, even their oath to become brother and sister, been part of a carefully woven lie?

A crushing sense of betrayal and dread swept over Xiao Wu. Without thinking, she edged closer to Ning Wen. When she looked at Tang San, her former warmth was gone, replaced by endless cold.

Her fate was to give Tang San her life and soul.

No. If she ever had to sacrifice herself, it would be for someone who truly loved her.

And that person could never be Tang San, who had deceived her.

She would decide her own fate.

Tang San was still caught up in the fear that followed his apology. He noticed nothing unusual about Xiao Wu.