Who I Pursue Is None of Your Damn Business!

Tang San pushed open the dormitory door.

The room was small. Two wooden beds stood against opposite walls, with a narrow aisle between them.

Oscar followed him in, pulled the door shut, then dropped onto his bed and stretched.

"Man, I'm exhausted. Every bone in my body feels ready to fall apart."

Tang San said nothing and began unpacking.

Oscar glanced over. His eyes lingered on Tang San's bruised face before he muttered, "Those injuries look pretty bad. Want another piece of tofu? Recovery Tofu mainly treats internal injuries, but it should help bring down the swelling too..."

"No need," Tang San interrupted flatly.

"I have my own healing soul skill."

Oscar shrugged and let it go. He flopped back onto his bed, folded his hands behind his head, and stared at a crack in the ceiling.

Tang San sat on the edge of his bed and put the last few folded clothes from his bundle into the wooden chest beside it.

He looked around the dormitory. Everything felt familiar.

In his previous life, he had stayed in this same room, slept in this same bed, and shared it with Oscar.

Tang San's hands paused as his thoughts churned again.

So I have to live with that creep Oscar again.

He started ogling Ning Rongrong the moment he arrived. Did he think I didn't notice? He stared at her like he wanted to look her up and down.

Ning Rongrong must have been cursed with eight lifetimes of bad luck to end up marrying him.

If there'd been anyone else in the group—Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were a couple, Xiao Wu and I were a couple, and that only left Ma Hongjun and Oscar—

And let's not even talk about that cube Ma Hongjun.

Why else would Ning Rongrong ever have looked twice at Oscar? Useless at everything but eating, and he never left a crumb. Yet he wanted to marry into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He had no backbone at all.

Hearing Tang San's thoughts, Oscar sat up.

"Tang San, what did you say?"

Tang San didn't even turn around. "I didn't say anything."

Oscar blinked. Then blinked again.

Did I mishear?

He was about to roll over and sleep when the voice came again.

In my previous life, the first thing Oscar told me after waking up was how pretty Ning Rongrong was and that he wanted to pursue her.

It'll probably be the same this time. That guy's bound to start going on about her again.

Imagine an ordinary Soul Master setting his sights on the future sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

He really has no idea where he stands.

If I hadn't backed him up and let him stick with me, Ning Fengzhi would've slapped him to death ages ago.

Oscar really had been thinking of telling Tang San how pretty Ning Rongrong was.

When he first saw her at the second trial today, that was exactly what he'd thought.

But he hadn't said it out loud. Not a single word.

A chill ran down Oscar's spine.

Reborn? Backing him up? Previous life?

Who the hell is this Tang San?

But there was something else!

Who I like is none of your business!

So what if I like Ning Rongrong? That's my choice!

Who the fuck do you think you are, talking shit about me?

What do you mean, "stick with me"?

You're going to back me up?

As if you're worthy!

Look at the sorry state Boss Dai beat you into. You've changed your pants three times today, and you're still sitting there bruised and swollen, acting like you know everything.

You think you can back me up when you're like that? Fuck off.

I even offered you Recovery Tofu to heal your face so you wouldn't be disfigured. You were ugly enough already, and now you're even uglier.

He clenched his molars, relaxed them, then clenched them again.

He was about to roll over and keep cursing when Tang San's thoughts drifted over once more.

Oscar may be no good, but he and Ning Rongrong will eventually have the Divine Soul Fusion Skill, Resurrection Divine Light. That means an extra life.

I still need to stay on good terms with that couple.

He's a lousy person, but he's useful. He can even help look after the Tang Sect for me someday. He'll make a handy tool.

Oscar's fists tightened beneath the blanket.

A tool? I'm a fucking tool?

He took a deep breath.

By now, he wasn't even surprised anymore.

Tang San, you're a two-faced, backstabbing snake.

Fine. If you see me as a tool, don't blame me for treating you the same way.

Ye Lin sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed, palms resting upward on his knees. With his eyes closed, he silently circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Soul Power flowed slowly through his meridians.

He carefully assessed his condition.

His Soul Power had recovered to about thirty percent. The wound on his arm had scabbed over, and his muscle aches were fading.

Level twenty-nine.

He was only one step away from level thirty.

Ye Lin silently planned his next steps in cultivation.

He had crossed into the Douluo Continent and knew how the story would unfold. But even if he intended to find someone powerful to rely on, he needed enough strength to stand on his own.

Otherwise, a useless tool would simply be thrown away.

Just as he reached the third circulation,

someone knocked on the dormitory door.

Ye Lin opened his eyes and stopped cultivating. "Who is it?"

A voice he knew all too well came from outside. "It's me."

Ye Lin froze for a moment, then sprang up from the bed and hurried over to open the door.

The man stood there in a gray robe, his hands clasped behind his back. It was Yu Xiaogang.

But the Yu Xiaogang before him was nothing like the man Ye Lin had first met years ago. He had a commanding presence, was full of energy, and carried himself with confidence.

"Teacher!"

Delight filled Ye Lin's voice.

"You're here already?"

Yu Xiaogang stepped inside and glanced around the room.

"I asked the three of you to come early because I had some things to take care of."

"They went more smoothly than I expected, so I came ahead of schedule."

"I was here before you even reached Suotuo City."

He paused, then sat down by the table.

"I saw your fight with Zhao Wuji today."

Ye Lin blinked. "You saw it?"

Yu Xiaogang nodded. "That last punch was good. A bit reckless, but decisive."

"Most people wouldn't dare convert one hundred percent of their Soul Power like that."

Ye Lin scratched his head. "I didn't have much choice. Teacher Zhao was too strong. Ordinary attacks couldn't hurt him."

"By the way, Teacher, what have you been doing all this time?"

Yu Xiaogang smiled faintly.

"That's exactly what I came to tell you."

He glanced outside to make sure no one was there.

Only then did he take a box from the Storage Soul Tool Bracelet on his arm.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang act so mysteriously,

Ye Lin grew curious about what was inside.