Bai Ranmo: Tang San, I'm a Tang Sect Disciple Too!

As the old man spoke, a panel only he could see appeared before his eyes. That was right—he was another of Bai Ranmo's clones in Holy Soul Village.

With a thought from Bai Ranmo, he entered the panel's Shop.

The Shop refreshed its stock every day, but the selection was completely random. On a good day, it might offer Soul Rings, Soul Bones, or Self-Created Soul Skills. On a bad day, it was sunflower seeds and drinks. The clone template could create Soul Bones too, but the ones in the Shop were cheaper.

Today, luck was on Bai Ranmo's side.

A product he had never seen before appeared.

[Item: Infinite Points Card (10-minute duration). Limit: three cards.]

[Description: For 10 minutes after use, the daily points cap will be ignored, allowing unlimited Emotion Points to be earned. (Note: The cap on points earned from a single instance cannot be exceeded.)]

[Price: 10,000 Emotion Points]

The moment Bai Ranmo spoke, he shook Tang San so badly that he earned 999 Emotion Points. His total had just passed 10,000, so he bought the card without hesitation and used it on the spot.

"The Tang Sect!" Tang San froze. He had never expected anyone in this world to know of the Tang Sect. He could not help exclaiming, "You're also..."

His words cut off, but his meaning was clear.

The old man seemed not to care whether anyone overheard them. He laughed heartily. "That's right. Like you, I crossed over from that world."

[Detected intense emotional fluctuations from Tang San. Points +999.]

[Detected intense emotional fluctuations from Tang Hao. Points +999.]

[Detected emotional fluctuations from Tang San...]

Bai Ranmo had only glanced at the points rolling in, but another name caught his eye.

Tang Hao—the youngest Titled Douluo, who had once nearly hammered Secret Chamber Douluo into another world with a single blow.

It was absurd. How had someone with the Angel Martial Soul been beaten to death by Tang Hao, a newly promoted Titled Douluo? Bai Ranmo suspected there was more to it, but he had no intention of dwelling on that now.

Tang Hao's appearance was an unexpected bonus.

Then again, it made sense. Tang San had been cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill since he was one year old. After five full years, there was no way Tang Hao, a Titled Douluo, had failed to notice something unusual about his son.

A Titled Douluo's spiritual perception was exceptionally keen. Tang Hao had probably been watching whenever Tang San cultivated.

Now Bai Ranmo had suddenly appeared and said all that. Tang Hao was probably even more shocked than Tang San.

Bai Ranmo had no intention of wasting these ten minutes. He hurried to earn more Emotion Points. "Kid, I never thought I'd live to see another Tang Sect disciple. I'm so happy!"

Bai Ranmo strode over, ready to pull Tang San into a hug.

Tang San stiffly accepted the embrace.

But his hand had turned the color of Mysterious Jade, and he had positioned it with care. He could use Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon on the old man at any moment.

Bai Ranmo soon let go and said with emotion, "Kid, what's your name? Oh, I remember... You're the son of Tang Hao, the village blacksmith, aren't you? Tang San, I think. Tang San, Tang San... That name sounds familiar. I remember seeing you in the outer sect!"

Bai Ranmo slapped his thigh excitedly, and another flood of Emotion Points came in.

In just a few sentences, Bai Ranmo had earned several times more Emotion Points than he had by chasing Gangzi around and mocking him.

"May I ask your name, senior?" Tang San had already decided to kill him. Someone who knew his secret could not be allowed to live.

Bai Ranmo sensed the malice Tang San had buried deep, but he did not care in the slightest. This was only an ordinary human clone. If he lost it, so be it.

The saying went that when you met a fellow countryman, you stabbed him in the back. If Bai Ranmo were Tang San, his first instinct would be to kill the other traveler too.

One transmigrator is enough for this male-oriented fantasy story!

Bai Ranmo still looked as though he had not noticed Tang San's murderous intent. He waved a hand casually. "A name is just a label! Call me Old Tang. I never thought I'd meet another Tang Sect disciple. Kid, ask me whatever's troubling you."

Tang San's hand, which had been reaching for the small knife at his waist, paused. He had been struggling with why his Mysterious Heaven Skill remained stuck at the first stage. Perhaps this old man could give him an answer.

"Old Tang, why has my Mysterious Heaven Skill been stuck at the first level? Why can't I break through to the second?"

"You haven't awakened your Martial Soul yet, have you?" Bai Ranmo looked wistful. "It's actually a good thing that you can't break through yet. It means you have Innate Full Soul Power. Once you awaken your Martial Soul and obtain your First Soul Ring, you'll be able to advance."

Tang San was thrilled. So it was not a lack of effort on his part, nor a problem with this world. He simply had not awakened his Martial Soul.

Tang San only had a vague idea of what Innate Full Soul Power meant, but he knew it was the mark of a genius.

Tang Hao, who had secretly hidden near the Hill, was stunned. The boy occupying his son's body might actually have Innate Full Soul Power. Would that not give him an even better chance of taking revenge on Spirit Hall?

Tang Hao forcibly suppressed his urge to kill. If this boy could awaken the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul and had Innate Full Soul Power, perhaps he could accept him as his son after all...

As long as the boy could help him take revenge on Spirit Hall, he was Tang Hao's good son!

With his long-standing question answered, Tang San was pleased. At the same time, he began probing the old man further.

"Old Tang, may I ask what stage you've reached in the Mysterious Heaven Skill?"

Bai Ranmo seemed not to hear the question behind the question. He picked at his ear and said irritably, "Don't bring it up. I've had rotten luck. Back then, I was always doing farmwork for my family and had no time to cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Skill. My Innate Soul Power was only half a level. I got discouraged and wasted the best years of my life for cultivation. Now I can't even keep the first stage stable."

"Oh, I see." Tang San moved a hand behind his back and gripped the small knife he always carried, though he still looked respectful. "Old Tang, have you met any other travelers like us?"

"No." Bai Ranmo shook his head.

"So, as far as we know, the only travelers are the two of us. No one but me knows who you are, and no one but you knows who I am." A hint of killing intent entered Tang San's voice.

"That's right." Bai Ranmo still looked as though he had not caught on.

"Then this is simple..." Tang San lunged without hesitation. Before Bai Ranmo could react, the blade had pierced his heart.