Douluo Continent: The creation of Jixia Academy made Bibi Dong drool with envy.

Chapter 139 Tang Wutong appears, completely unreasonable.

The golden light gate that tore through the sky above the Tang Clan's courtyard was like the open eye of a deity, filled with holiness, majesty, and an irresistible aura of destiny.

Beibei and Tangya were so shocked by this sudden miracle that they didn't dare to even breathe.

Meanwhile, within Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm let out an unprecedented scream filled with terror and disbelief!
"It's her! It really is her! How did that little witch manage to follow me here?!"

For the first time, Tianmeng Bingcan's voice carried genuine fear.

"Kid, run! Get away from them! Getting involved with these women never ends well!"

However, before Huo Yuhao could react, the two slender figures slowly stepped out from the portal and descended into the dilapidated courtyard.

The pink-haired woman at the head of the group wore a magnificent pink palace dress. The hem of the dress seemed to have thousands of ripples flowing on it, and every sway carried the rhythm of the tide.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, and her demeanor was noble. Her pale pink eyes were as deep as the endless ocean, yet they also carried a hint of... an innate indifference and scrutiny towards mortal beings.

She is none other than the new Xiao Wu, who, ten thousand years later, has long since shed the naivety of the Soft Bone Rabbit and, together with her husband Tang San, rules the God Realm and becomes the wife of the God King!

Beside her, a stunningly beautiful girl with long, light blue hair and a face as delicate as a porcelain doll looked around at the world with a mixture of curiosity and wariness in her eyes.

She is Tang Wutong, the daughter of God King Tang San and Xiao Wu. She possesses the twin martial souls of the Butterfly God and the Clear Sky Hammer. Tang San placed high hopes on her and split her in two to experience the mortal realm.

"Mother, is this... the place Father spoke of, the place where fate went astray?" Tang Wutong's voice was clear and melodious, yet tinged with a hint of confusion.

"Ah."

Xiao Wu's gaze calmly swept over Huo Yuhao, Shangguan Wan'er, Bei Bei, and Tang Ya below, finally settling on Bei Bei and Tang Ya.

When she sensed the faint yet incredibly pure aura of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex and Blue Silver Grass martial souls emanating from the two individuals, a complex emotion flashed in her pink eyes.

There is nostalgia, there is emotion, but more than anything, there is a kind of...condescending scrutiny.

"Descendants of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, and... a mutated martial soul of Blue Silver Grass."

Xiao Wu's voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuation, yet it seemed to carry a certain natural bloodline suppression.

"So, you are the Tang Clan's successors in this generation?"

Upon hearing this, both Beibei and Tang Ya felt a chill run down their spines.

They could clearly feel the terrifying, irresistible pressure emanating from the pink-haired woman before them, a pressure akin to divine might.

That feeling was even more... suffocating than facing a Limit Douluo!
"Junior Beibei (Tang Ya) greets...senior."

Despite the pressure, Beibei bowed respectfully.

"May I ask who you are, senior...?"

"You are not worthy to know my identity."

Xiao Wu's voice remained as indifferent and arrogant as ever.

"I only ask you, as descendants of the Tang Clan, why do you associate with these... 'outcasts' of unknown origin?"

Her gaze, like two cold, sharp swords, fell upon Shangguan Wan'er and Huo Yuhao.

Clearly, in her view, Huo Yuhao and Shangguan Wan'er, and the Jixia Academy behind them, are the root cause of the world's fate going astray!
Faced with this undisguised hostility and questioning, Huo Yuhao's heart tightened, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Shangguan Wan'er, however, frowned slightly, and the elegant smile on her face gradually faded, replaced by a cold indifference.

She stepped forward, shielding Huo Yuhao behind her, her hand already gripping the ink brush tightly without her noticing.

She looked at the high and mighty "goddess" before her, her voice still gentle, yet carrying an undeniable sharpness:
"Madam, you are mistaken."

"Our Jixia Academy has always acted with integrity and reason, persuading people with logic. How can you call us 'outcasts'?"

"But you, Madam, came uninvited and used your power to intimidate others. Your words were full of contempt and arrogance towards mortals. Is this the demeanor that people from the divine realm should have?" Shangguan Wan'er's words were neither humble nor arrogant, yet every word was precious, like an invisible slap that hit Xiao Wu hard across the face.

"presumptuous!"

Upon hearing this, a flash of anger appeared in Xiao Wu's eyes, and an even more terrifying divine power was about to crush Shangguan Wan'er!

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The moment Tang Wutong, who was standing next to her, saw Huo Yuhao, a hint of confusion and a touch of... excitement flashed uncontrollably in her beautiful pink-blue eyes!
At this moment, a "thread of destiny" originating from the depths of his bloodline and soul, personally laid out by God King Tang San, was completely activated!
She felt as if she had some kind of...destined bond with the boy in front of her, who looked somewhat thin but had an unusually firm gaze!

but!

This feeling, however, seemed so...unfamiliar, so...distant!
Because, in Huo Yuhao's eyes, she did not see any "sense of destiny" similar to hers.

The way he looked at her was full of wariness, curiosity, and even... a hint of barely perceptible resistance!

He was resisting the fate his father had arranged for him!
How can this be? !
Tang Wutong's heart was in turmoil.

Xiao Wu also keenly noticed her daughter's unusual behavior and Huo Yuhao's "unscripted" reaction.

A flicker of surprise and uncertainty flashed in her sea-blue eyes.

what happened?

The chain of fate set up by Third Brother... has failed?!
Could it be that this kid named Huo Yuhao's fate has truly been completely altered by the Jixia Academy?!
No!

This must not be allowed to happen!

A murderous glint flashed in Xiao Wu's heart. She decided to first and foremost take complete control of the biggest variable—Huo Yuhao!

"How dare a mere mortal speak ill of the gods?"

Xiao Wu snorted coldly, ignoring the silver-tongued Shangguan Wan'er, and instead fixed her gaze, filled with supreme divine power, directly on Huo Yuhao!
"I suspect that you possess otherworldly evil magic, which is the root cause of the disturbance in this world. Today, I will personally examine your soul to set the record straight!"

The words have not yet fallen.

A vast and boundless divine power, like an invisible giant hand, fiercely grabbed towards Huo Yuhao's sea of ​​consciousness!

She's going to forcibly search his soul!

"Don't think about it!"

Within Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm roared angrily. Its vast spiritual origin instantly transformed into an indestructible ice crystal barrier, attempting to resist the invasion of the divine thought!

Huo Yuhao pushed his Spirit Eyes to their limit, and the "Mirror of Insight" on his face suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light. Countless data streams flashed wildly on his lens, analyzing the energy composition of the divine thought!

however.

How could mortal strength possibly contend with the wife of a god-king?!

Just as Meng Bingcan's mental barrier was about to be completely crushed and Huo Yuhao's soul was about to be forcibly searched!
suddenly!

A woman's charming laughter, full of allure and languor, yet tinged with a hint of cold mockery, suddenly rang out softly in the courtyard.

"Hehehe... This fairy sister is so majestic."

"However, to forcibly search the souls of my Jixia Academy disciples without even asking why is... is it really disrespectful to us 'mortals'?"

Accompanied by the voice.

A purple time tunnel, filled with mystery and a dreamlike atmosphere, quietly appeared above the courtyard.

Followed by.

A peerless dancer, dressed in a pink dance dress, with a graceful figure and stunning beauty, and a beauty mark at the corner of her eye that added to her charm, stepped slowly out of the passage, holding a round fan, like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting!

It was none other than the "peerless dancer"—Diao Chan!
(End of this chapter)