Xiao Wu's peaceful life as a brush was shattered that day.
Demon Race tribes attacking one another was all too common, especially in a place as steeped in legend as Bai Ze Ridge.
Bai Ze Ridge had fallen to the neighboring Demon Race tribes.
Their leader was a rose that had become a spirit. In human form, the spirit looked somewhat effeminate, its sex difficult to distinguish.
What drew the eye was a scar stretching from the rose spirit's left brow to the right side of his jaw, lending his delicate beauty a savage edge. He was known as the Scarred Rose King.
With a Spirit Artifact called the Heart-Confusing Nine-Colored Gauze, he had become the most powerful being within a thousand li.
The Black Bear Spirit who had used Xiao Wu as a brush had his mind bewitched and his head easily plucked off.
Afterward, the rose spirit discovered Xiao Wu, who had just assumed human form.
After transforming, Xiao Wu had a lovely face and a shapely figure. Her long legs were particularly eye-catching, and fluffy rabbit ears grew atop her head.
This was not the transformation of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, but a transformation in the true sense.
However, Xiao Wu's hundred thousand years of cultivation on the Douluo Continent had been far too shallow. She was now only at the level Qian Renxue had reached just after switching cultivation methods.
Scarred Rose stared until his eyes went rigid. An accident during his own transformation had left him both male and female. When he was weak, he had suffered considerable ridicule, and his mind had gradually become twisted.
Male or female made no difference; he loved only exquisite beauty. He took a fancy to Xiao Wu at first sight.
"Cultivation hasn't been easy for this lowly one. I've only just transformed. Please spare my life, Your Majesty."
Faced with Scarred Rose's burning gaze, Xiao Wu promptly dropped to her knees and begged for mercy.
"I don't have a rabbit in my harem yet."
Scarred Rose licked his luscious lips, though he also looked somewhat disdainful.
"You know what's good for you, at least. Unfortunately, I don't like demons with too little backbone. Without backbone, you lose at least seventy percent of your charm."
"But what can I do? I like you far too much."
Xiao Wu froze at his words. Before she could react, she saw Scarred Rose stroke the Heart-Confusing Nine-Colored Gauze draped over his shoulders.
The Nine-Colored Gauze emitted a pink light, and Xiao Wu's pupils immediately turned pink.
Fragments of her life on the Douluo Continent surfaced in her mind. She even remembered the mother she had long since cast to the back of her mind.
After so much torment, even staying alive had become an extravagant hope, and those memories had grown hazy. Yet now, those beautiful memories felt as though they had happened yesterday.
"Mom... Brother San..."
Xiao Wu murmured unconsciously, and Scarred Rose's eyes lit up.
"Oh? You have a lover? Wonderful, wonderful! A true treasure indeed."
Scarred Rose exerted more power, and the Nine-Colored Gauze immediately shone brighter. The memories in Xiao Wu's mind became increasingly clear.
"Brother San, save me!"
Xiao Wu abruptly came to her senses and screamed as she broke down.
"Hahaha! You're exactly the kind I like."
Scarred Rose laughed as he walked toward Xiao Wu.
"No, don't! Brother San, hurry and save Xiao Wu! You said you wouldn't let anyone hurt me!"
Xiao Wu retreated step by step, only for Scarred Rose to seize her chin.
"Tell me, what does your Brother San look like? Do you love your Brother San very much? Hmm?"
Scarred Rose wore an unrestrained expression.
"No, please spare me, Your Majesty."
Xiao Wu shook her head over and over, her face covered in tears.
Scarred Rose turned a deaf ear to Xiao Wu's pleas and forced her to raise her head.
"Look at my face. Do I look like your Brother San?"
Scarred Rose's face shifted. He reached out, grabbed those fluffy rabbit ears, and pushed Xiao Wu's head down.
The image on the Light Screen blurred. When it became clear again, Bai Ze Ridge was already draped in red banners.
The Scarred Rose King had married his one hundred and eighth concubine, known as Princess Wu.
Before the Light Screen, Tang San knelt helplessly on the ground, staring at the indistinct mosaic.
"No-"
Tang San clawed the Blue Silver Grass on the ground to shreds, his face filled with ferocity.
His Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul activated, changing from blue to black in the blink of an eye and billowing black vapor.
Where no one could see, a wisp of black vapor slipped into the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. Even Tang San himself failed to notice.
Tang San wished he could kowtow to Scarred Rose through the Light Screen and beg him to spare Xiao Wu, but he could not do so at all.
"Scarred Rose, just you wait! If I, Tang San, don't avenge this, I swear I'm not human!"
"Earth God, why didn't you save Xiao Wu?"
"Heavenly Court! You're unworthy of being gods!"
"Why? Why are you treating Xiao Wu like this?"
"I hate you!"
It hurt. It hurt far too much.
Tang San's head lolled to one side as he fainted, only for rage to wake him again.
"Xiao Wu... my Xiao Wu, no..."
Tang San collapsed helplessly on the ground, his eyes bloodshot.
"Little San, stand up."
Yu Xiaogang had walked over at some point.
Tang San paid him no heed, lying on the ground as though he had lost his senses.
"Little San, you disappoint me terribly, acting like this."
Yu Xiaogang went over and grabbed Tang San's collar, intending to lift him up. To his embarrassment, he discovered that he could not, so he could only crouch down.
"Xiao Wu isn't dead yet, is she? You've heard about those treasures in the Primordial World with heaven-defying effects. As long as we can rescue Xiao Wu, there's bound to be a treasure that can rebuild her body. Then Xiao Wu will still be that pure, unsullied Xiao Wu."
"Are you going to give up just like this? If you give up, who will save Xiao Wu?"
Hearing that Xiao Wu could still be saved, Tang San immediately regained his reason.
"That's right. Xiao Wu can still be saved. There's still a chance."
A streak of black vapor flashed through Tang San's pupils. He suddenly shuddered and threw a punch.
"Three Wu Triple Arts!"
"Missing Wu Fist, longing gushes like a spring!"
"Remembering Wu Sword, never forgotten!"
"Three Wu Palm, lifetime after lifetime!"
"Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu! Do you see? Your Brother San's strength has soared! I'll definitely rescue you!"
Tang San was nearly lost in a killing frenzy, pulverizing the Blue Silver Grass on the ground to pulp.
"A... a Self-Created Soul Skill?"
Yu Xiaogang was utterly dumbfounded. Then delight swept over him, and tears of excitement fell.
"Wonderful! Just what I'd expect of myself! A few words from me, and my disciple developed a Self-Created Soul Skill! Hahahaha! Who dares call me useless now?"
At that moment, the master and disciple hiding in Blue Tyrant Academy reached the absolute peak of ecstasy.
"Teacher, you must help me."
Tang San was immersed in the joy of creating his own Soul Skill, but he did not forget to draw in everything he could.
Sensing Tang San's dependence on him, Yu Xiaogang felt secretly satisfied.
His greatest fear was that Tang San would no longer need him, especially as he could offer Tang San less and less help. Now that Tang San had asked of his own accord, it meant he could not do without him.
"Don't worry. That Scarred Rose King won't get away."
At the mention of Scarred Rose, Yu Xiaogang inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.
It was as though they shared a destined connection.
But he soon cast those thoughts aside and took out his notebook. He decided to add more fuel to his disciple's fire.
"You are my disciple, and Xiao Wu is my disciple too. I won't abandon either of you."
"When I reach the Primordial World, I'll have the Heavenly Court act according to my theories. When the time comes, we won't just save Xiao Wu. We'll also arrest that derelict Earth God of Bai Ze Ridge and that rose spirit."
Two streams of hot air shot from Tang San's nostrils at those words.
"Teacher, I hope you'll let me deal with those two scoundrels when the time comes."
"Of course we'll let you vent your anger."
Xiaogang arrogantly stroked his flat-top.
In the darkness, Tang Hao, who had been secretly watching, slowly left after witnessing this scene.
"Yu Xiaogang, since you're still somewhat useful, stay with Little San for now. I hope you don't do anything foolish in the future."
Tang Hao truly did not trust Yu Xiaogang much. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had also had a hand in the Clear Sky Sect's destruction.
But for Tang San's sake, he could endure it.
"Alas, Little San's temperament is still far too lacking. That Soft Bone Rabbit truly deserves to die. I should never have left her alive to develop feelings with Little San."
"Fortunately, Little San created his own Soul Skill, so it wasn't too great a loss."
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