Reborn: The Girl Named Tang San

"Huo Yuhao, you have disappointed me. Do you realize? All of this was a test I set for you!"

Above the clouds.

That imposing, hypocritical figure in blue and gold stood on high. Tang San looked down, his face a picture of pained disappointment.

Hearing those nauseatingly false words, the blood-soaked Huo Yuhao laughed in sheer fury.

"A test? Test your fucking uncle!"

Huo Yuhao raised his middle finger at him.

No one knew he was actually a transmigrator.

When he had first come to his senses and discovered he had become the protagonist of Peerless Tang Sect, he had been so excited he barely slept for days.

Familiar with the original story, he had thought he could use his knowledge of the plot to punch Shrek, kick the Divine Realm, dodge every pit Tang San dug for him, and sail straight to the top.

But he had never imagined that, against Tang San, who had already become a God King, he would have no power to resist.

Dong'er had still been split in two, Qiu'er had still been forced to sacrifice herself, and Ju Zi had still been driven into a corner.

What he had thought was defying fate had been nothing more than child's play in Tang San's eyes.

"Fine, Tang San. You're fucking amazing. Your whole family's fucking amazing."

Huo Yuhao stared at Tang San, madness growing in his eyes.

"I'm not taking this damned godhood! You want me to be your dog? Dream your damn pipe dream!"

Huo Yuhao drew a deep breath and sank his consciousness into his shattered sea of consciousness.

"Elder Yi, Brother Sky Dream, Ice Empress, Snow Empress, Xiao Bai... I'm sorry. I promised to take you to the Divine Realm to live forever. Now it looks like I'll be dragging you down with me until our souls scatter into nothing."

After a brief, deathly silence, a soft, aged chuckle was the first sound to rise from his sea of consciousness.

A gaunt old man in a gray robe slowly appeared.

He looked at the arrogant Tang San outside, his eyes full of disdain.

"With sun and moon in my grasp, I plucked the stars from heaven; none in this world was my equal. Yuhao, in all my years roaming the world, I never bowed even to hypocrites like the God of Light. What makes a mere false gentleman think he can enslave a disciple of mine, Electrolux?"

Elder Yi looked at Huo Yuhao with approval.

"You foolish boy. This fire in your blood today makes you worthy of being my disciple. Do what you must. Even if it costs the last of my divine consciousness, I'll keep your true soul from perishing!"

"Shove your endless bullshit, Tang San!"

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm roared through gritted teeth.

"I've lived all these years. What storms haven't I seen? I'd rather turn back into a baby Ice Silkworm than be that hypocrite's pet!"

"Don't back down, Yuhao! I'm with you!"

"Sky Dream is right!"

An emerald-green figure appeared. The Ice Empress held her head high, but the love in her eyes as she looked at Huo Yuhao could not be hidden.

"You think Tang San can humiliate the man I chose? I'd rather die gloriously beside you than live forever in a cage! Don't be afraid, Yuhao. Even if our souls scatter into nothing, I'll stay with you!"

The Snow Empress took the form of a phantom and stepped forward to gently embrace Huo Yuhao's soul. Her voice was cool and resolute.

"We have always been one. If you choose to fight, the wind and snow of the Far North will see you off on your final journey."

The other Soul Spirits showed no fear either. Instead, they angrily declared that they would rather die than be Tang San's dogs.

Feeling his companions' resolve and hearing Elder Yi's words, Huo Yuhao's eyes reddened. Then he threw back his head and laughed.

"Hahahahaha! Good! Teacher, Bing'er, Xue'er, Brother Sky Dream... everyone, let's go mad one last time!"

Back in the real world, Huo Yuhao opened his eyes. Driven without restraint by every Soul Spirit, the Three Soul Cores within him and the newly formed godhood of the God of Emotion surged with terrifying energy.

But in the instant before the explosion, Electrolux burned every last trace of his divine consciousness to shield the innermost wisp of Huo Yuhao's soul.

Tang San's furious roar was swallowed by the deafening blast.

To hell with this world. Let it burn.

Cold.

Cold to the bone.

The kind of cold that went straight through his heart and sent his soul soaring.

Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes. Rain beat against his face.

All he could smell was the earthy tang of mud.

"What the fuck? I didn't die all the way?"

Huo Yuhao lowered his head and made out his hands in the dim moonlight.

Small, skinny, and covered in mud.

With a body like this, he could not have been more than five or six!

He checked inside himself.

Well, then.

Back to square one overnight.

Not a trace of Soul Power remained, and his sea of consciousness was empty.

Fortunately, although Elder Yi and the others had exhausted their strength, they had only fallen asleep. They had not vanished.

"Are you messing with me, heavens? I transmigrated once, got reborn once, and you won't even give me a system? Now I have to wipe my save and start over?"

Huo Yuhao was still cursing when he heard footsteps splashing through water ahead.

Someone was coming!

He might have lost every trace of Soul Power, but the instincts he had honed over years remained.

Huo Yuhao immediately sensed that the newcomer was only a little kid, yet an internal cultivation technique he would remember until the day he died was running constantly through her body.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill!

One of Tang San's people.

Huo Yuhao's eyes instantly went red.

Fuck. I blew myself up and got reborn, and I still run into one of Tang San's lackeys?

The footsteps stopped before him. A small hand held out an oil-paper umbrella painted with little blue flowers, sheltering him from the downpour.

Huo Yuhao glanced at the person beneath the umbrella and froze.

A little girl of five or six stood there. Soft blue hair fell to her shoulders, and she wore a dress faded from washing but clean.

She looked a little slight, but her features were delicate. Her eyes and the faint furrow of her brows, in particular, gave her a gentle air.

Huo Yuhao looked at the little girl's face and drew a sharp breath.

The shape of this little girl's face, the line of her brows...

Why did she look a bit like Tang San?

Did Tang San have an illegitimate daughter?

"You're burning up."

The little girl crouched and touched his forehead, her fine brows knitting slightly.

"Lucky for you, you ran into me."

Huo Yuhao's mind was reeling. He looked at her warily.

"What's your name?"

The little girl hauled him off the ground without effort as she asked.

"Huo... Yuhao."

Huo Yuhao looked into her eyes, his voice hoarse.

"And you?"

The little girl slung one of his arms over her small shoulders and grinned at him.

"My dad wanted to name me Tang San, but Grandpa Jack and the others in the village thought it sounded strange for a girl. So they added a character, and everyone calls me Tang Sanmei."

Holy Soul Village? Old Jack? Tang San?

Huo Yuhao was dumbstruck.

This little girl in clean clothes, with a faint scent of soap... was the future Tang San who wanted to make him his dog?

What was going on?

How had Tang San become a little girl?

Between the shock and his severe injuries, Huo Yuhao nearly stopped breathing and passed out.

Acting on his instinct to survive, he unconsciously began circulating the Tang Sect Secret Art he had cultivated his entire life: the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

But a wisp of the inner energy he summoned flowed through the point where their bodies touched and into her.

Tang Sanmei, who was supporting Huo Yuhao, felt that familiar inner energy. She shuddered and froze on the spot.