Douluo Continent: A Distorted Time and Space, Taking Tang Wutong to Fight Tang San

Su Ling tensed up suddenly as everyone stared at her.

But the next second, his face turned deathly pale.

A violent cough broke the silence.

Dark red blood spurted from his mouth, staining his chest.

"Su Ling!"

Tang Wutong's pupils constricted, and she gasped in shock.

She rushed forward and supported his swaying body.

"What's wrong with you? You were fine just now..."

Her voice was choked with sobs.

With her help, Su Ling steadied herself and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"fine!"

He forced out two words through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse.

Anyone could see that he was in terrible condition.

The backlash from time travel.

The trauma of soul searching.

The cause and effect of fate.

He took the old wound from the divine strike head-on.

All the hidden dangers erupted at the moment when he relaxed his guard.

His eyes were calm, but blood kept oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The excruciating pain forced him to lean against the tree trunk, panting slightly.

But he still forced himself to stand up and looked coldly at Tang Wutong.

Tang Wutong felt a pang of pain from his gaze, and her heart ached.

She opened her mouth, tears blurring her vision, but she couldn't say anything.

Qian Daoliu paused, turned around, and remained silent.

His spiritual senses detected that the energy within Su Ling's body was extremely chaotic.

This injury is undeniable; it's so severe it could be fatal.

But after hearing Tang Wutong's story, he realized that it was already merciful of him not to kill her with his own hands, so naturally he couldn't possibly intervene to save her.

Qian Renxue instinctively wanted to step forward, but Qian Daoliu raised his hand to stop her.

He shook his head, indicating that he should not interfere.

Qian Renxue bit her lip, stopped walking, but her gaze never left Su Ling.

……

The night was deep, and the campfire flickered.

Su Ling pursed her lips tightly, her jaw clenched.

Dark red bloodstains soaked through the clothes and congealed in the firelight.

Despite the excruciating pain, he caught a few fish and rabbits and began preparing food.

Qian Daoliu looked at him warily, feeling not moved but rather that he was putting on an act.

Qian Renxue sat opposite him, staring blankly at his actions of grilling fish.

His fingers were long and slender, but trembled slightly.

Each time the grilled fish is flipped, it seems to be done with all one's might, yet it stubbornly refuses to stop.

"You...you don't have to do this," Qian Renxue finally couldn't help but say.

Su Ling didn't look up, but simply said, "Going hungry is no good for anyone."

As he spoke, he handed her the roasted soft-boned rabbit.

The moment they looked up and met eyes, Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat, and her face instantly flushed red.

"What's wrong?"

A very faint smile played at the corners of his lips. "Is the young master quite interested in me?"

Qian Renxue's ear tips were burning hot.

She hurriedly turned her face away, "Who, who's interested! I just think... someone like you shouldn't be wallowing in hatred."

As soon as she said it, she bit her lip in annoyance.

These words revealed an inappropriate concern.

"Hatred?" Su Ling smiled gently.

He turned the branch, his gaze fixed on the flames, his golden pupils reflecting the firelight, yet offering no warmth.

"My enmity with Tang San is not entirely due to personal grudges."

"He was just... in my way."

Qian Renxue was taken aback. "Your path?"

"I promised someone..."

Su Ling's voice was very soft, like a lover's whisper, yet it carried a hint of obsession.

"We must create a world without war, oppression, or death... a world where everyone can live in peace and happiness."

His tone was calm, even carrying a hint of longing and tenderness.

No war? No death? Peace and happiness?

Qian Renxue recalled the infighting in the palace, the border conflicts, and the chasm between soul masters and commoners.

Human desires are endless, and strife will never cease.

"How could such a world possibly exist?"

She murmured, her purple eyes filled with confusion.

This ideal is too beautiful, and too empty.

It was especially bizarre that it came from the mouth of a bloodthirsty demon.

Suddenly, an absurd thought cleaved through her mind.

She remembered the boy's Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which had devoured countless souls!

Could it be that his so-called happy world is about imprisoning everyone's souls within it, constructing an eternal dream within death?

She felt a chill run down her spine and shook her head vigorously.

Su Ling didn't look at her again, as if what she had just said was just a casual remark.

He tore off the fattest and most tender hind leg of the roasted rabbit, placed it on a leaf, and handed it to Qian Renxue.

"Young Master, would you like to try some?"

The movements were natural, like a subordinate showing consideration for their superior.

Qian Renxue hesitated for a moment, then reached out her hand.

My fingertips touched the hand that was handing me the food.

The touch was so cold it didn't feel like a living person!

Qian Renxue instinctively mobilized a trace of pure angelic soul power, quietly probing along her fingertips.

However, the moment this luminous soul power entered Su Ling's damaged meridians, it was like cold water being poured into boiling oil!

"Hmm!"

Su Ling let out a suppressed groan, his face instantly turned ashen, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth again!

Qian Renxue withdrew her hand, her heart clenched, and tears welled up in her purple eyes.

In that brief encounter, she "saw" a hellish scene unfolding on his body.

The meridians are severed and blocked everywhere.

The internal organs are riddled with cracks and corroded by violent energy.

The sea of ​​consciousness was like ruins, riddled with cracks.

How did he endure such pain to follow me all the way and even prepare food for me?

He was still able to put on a brave face despite his broken body, pretending nothing was wrong in front of her.

Qian Renxue's eyes reddened, and she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Su Ling said nothing, didn't look at her, and silently withdrew her hand.

"Hey! Where's mine?!"

Tang Wutong puffed out her cheeks, her large violet eyes wide open, staring intently at Su Ling, her expression full of accusation and barely perceptible hurt.

She watched Su Ling's "gentleness" towards Qian Renxue, while ignoring her, and a feeling of bitterness and grievance welled up in her heart.

Clearly... the other half of his soul was the love he was willing to do anything to win back!

Why is there such a big difference?

Su Ling didn't even lift her eyelids. "If you want to eat, get it yourself."

"You!" Tang Wutong's pretty face turned red with anger, and her temper as a young lady exploded.

She rushed over, snatched the roasted rabbit leg from Su Ling's hand, and took a big bite out of it in a fit of pique.

"Hmph! I'm going to eat this anyway! I'll eat yours!"

Su Ling frowned almost imperceptibly as he looked at her spoiled and willful appearance.

Then, in a voice only he could hear, he muttered very softly, "Youth has no price, Seventh Uncle melts in your mouth."

"What?" Tang Wutong swallowed the rabbit meat, looking completely bewildered.

"It's nothing." Su Ling looked away.

Under Qian Daoliu's cold, scrutinizing gaze.

He picked up another grilled fish, got up, and walked to sit down by the dark tree roots a little further away.

Qian Renxue's gaze followed his movements.

His figure was aloof and lonely, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

He was clearly not far away, but she could feel the distance between them, as if he were within reach but unattainable.

"What's wrong with me? Can someone as cold-blooded as me really feel heartache?"

Qian Renxue gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Reason told her that this might be a disguise.

But when her gaze fell on Su Ling's handsome profile, his paper-white skin and tightly pursed thin lips made it impossible for her to convince herself otherwise.