Tang Wutong: I Want to Go Back to the Divine Realm!

"Hmph! It's only the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. If it weren't for Uncle Dai, this princess would send your whole family flying!"

After being called to account for using too much force, Tang Wutong left Yan Shaozhe's office and walked down the path with a spring in her step.

The Freshmen Dormitory Building was right ahead. Tang Wutong blinked, then put on an air of indifference as she looked around.

Once she saw that no one was nearby, she darted toward the back of the building.

"That awful Xiang Jun! How dare he leave without waiting for this princess? He's asking for it!"

Tang Wutong gave an indignant huff. She suppressed her aura as much as she could, then followed the route she remembered and crept beneath the window of Dormitory 108.

"Let this princess see what Xiang Jun is up to! Heh heh heh~"

Hidden by the bushes, Tang Wutong seemed to let her true nature loose. A wicked, gleeful grin spread across her face.

"Mmm~"

Just then, an ambiguous sound reached her ears, and her expression froze.

What was that?

That sounded like Huo Yuhao, didn't it?

Tang Wutong frowned and pricked up her ears.

"Senior Xiang Jun, please be gentle..."

"Relax. If it's too tight, I can't get in."

"W-wait! Not there!"

"Aaaah—!!!"

"Phew, finally got in. Now I'm going to start!"

Their scandalous exchange, coupled with the pain in Huo Yuhao's voice and that hint of pleasure mixed in, dealt Tang Wutong's view of the world a crushing blow.

What are they doing?

They must be cultivating... right?

Tang Wutong forced an ugly smile. She wanted to stand and confirm her suspicion, but feared she would see something she could never forget.

No wonder Xiang Jun usually ignores me. So that's the kind of person he is...

You're the successor Dad personally chose for his divine position! How could you go down this path?

Tang Wutong leaned against the wall. All the strength seemed to drain from her body as she slowly slid down it and slumped to the ground, looking utterly lost.

She raised her head toward the cloudless sky. Her heart ached with a feeling she had never known before, leaving her at a loss.

Dad, Mom, Douluo Continent is so scary. Little Seven wants to go back to the Divine Realm...

Waaah...

"Yuhao, try meditating and see how it feels." Inside Dormitory 108, Xiang Jun slowly stood and smiled at Huo Yuhao.

Xiang Jun had thought he'd taken the blockages in Huo Yuhao's meridians seriously enough. He hadn't expected to find that he'd still underestimated them...

At his words, Huo Yuhao obediently got up from the bed. His face, already flushed, had turned an even deeper red. A close look might even have caught the faint white steam rising from his head.

Huo Yuhao's gaze flicked discreetly below Xiang Jun's waist. Before he could dwell on it, he hurriedly cast aside his distracting thoughts, held his breath, and entered the meditative state he used for cultivation.

Looking at Huo Yuhao, Xiang Jun fell into thought.

At this point, did God King Tang still have Huo Yun'er's soul, or had she already returned to the Underworld?

I'll have to ask Poseidon when I get the chance.

While Xiang Jun was lost in thought, Huo Yuhao awoke from meditation. He stared at his hands, his bright eyes full of shock.

Was this... really me?

I can actually cultivate this fast!

The joy of cultivating faster nearly brought Huo Yuhao to tears. He quickly stood and bowed deeply to Xiang Jun. "Senior Xiang Jun, I..."

Huo Yuhao wanted to thank him, but he realized he had nothing of value to offer in return beyond words. The thanks caught in his throat, and he couldn't get them out.

"Don't overthink it. It was a small favor. The boost to your meditation will only last a week at most, so make the most of it."

Xiang Jun reached out and ruffled Huo Yuhao's hair. It felt surprisingly nice.

"Oh, and stop calling me Senior. If you don't mind, call me Brother Xiang Jun."

Looking at the smiling figure before him, more than a head taller than he was, Huo Yuhao suddenly wanted to throw himself into Xiang Jun's arms and cry.

"Don't worry, Brother Xiang Jun. I'll work hard!" Huo Yuhao clenched his fists, his voice firm.

Seeing Huo Yuhao eagerly return to meditation, Xiang Jun nodded in satisfaction.

Keep it up, kid. Before long, I'll take you along to give God King Tang a good kick in the ass!

Xiang Jun sat back down on his bed. With nothing else to do, he decided to pass the time by cultivating through meditation.

A faint golden light glowed at his brow. When Xiang Jun opened his eyes again, his surroundings had changed completely. Before him stood a magnificent Crystal Palace!

Long accustomed to this, Xiang Jun climbed all one thousand and one steps. The doors of the Crystal Palace opened on their own.

The walls lining the corridor to the main hall were covered in strange murals. One depicted a young man wielding a trident as he faced a terrifying sea beast alone.

Xiang Jun passed through the corridor, and the view opened up before him.

Deep within the hall, Poseidon sat on the Crystal Throne, clutching a book and chuckling to himself. He showed none of the dignity one might expect from the First Generation Sea God.

Huh?

Is that... Young A Bin?!

Wait, where did you even get that book?

"Senior, you're a god, for heaven's sake. Don't you have anything important to do?" Xiang Jun asked, the corner of his eye twitching.

"Important? The most important thing I have to do right now is train you to become the third Sea God. Then you can use Seagod's Trident to stab that Tang Family Kid right in the ass!"

Poseidon had sensed Xiang Jun's arrival long ago, but he kept his head down, eyes fixed on the book.

Xiang Jun shook his head slightly. The way Poseidon ground his teeth said plenty about just how outrageous God King Tang's conduct had been after becoming the Sea God.

"Heh, Senior Poseidon, I've pretty much mastered the first three forms of the Golden Thirteen Halberds. As for the remaining ten..." Xiang Jun rubbed his hands together, his meaning obvious.

Back then, Poseidon had worried that teaching Xiang Jun too much at once would overwhelm him, so he had taught him only the first three forms of the Golden Thirteen Halberds.

Years had passed since then, and Xiang Jun had long since mastered those three forms.

"Oh?"

At that, Poseidon finally looked up. He tossed the book aside, flew down from the throne, and slowly circled Xiang Jun twice.