Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

After Huo Yuhao finished speaking, everyone stopped chatting and turned their attention to Zhang Mo. The entire teahouse became eerily quiet.

Tang Ya also looked at Zhang Mo with a hint of excitement, after all, Zhang Mo was a popular figure on campus and also had the title of "Master".

Unexpectedly, Zhang Mo's face darkened, and he said coldly, "No, I will not join the Tang Clan."

"Why, Master? Perhaps the Tang Sect could be of some help to your research..."

Zhang Mo spoke with unwavering conviction, his tone brooking no argument: "No, no one understands the Tang Clan better than me."

Seeing this, Tang Ya laughed and tried to smooth things over, saying, "How could a master condescend to a small sect like ours?"

No one refuted Zhang Mo's words, after all, he was a master and might have some knowledge of the Tang Clan's past. Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, and others who had already joined the Tang Clan looked at Zhang Mo with displeasure.

Huo Yuhao was naturally disappointed that his master would refuse to join the Tang Sect. Wang Dong quietly took his hand to comfort him.

The final gathering of the eight members of the Shrek Seven Devils ended unhappily.

Tang Ya was responsible for closing and locking the teahouse, so she did not leave with the others.

Xu Sanshi dragged Bei Bei away, Jiang Nannan, Xiao Xiao, and Wang Dong left together, while He Caitou had something to say to Huo Yuhao, so the two of them left together.

"Goodbye, Master." Huo Yuhao waved goodbye to Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo waved to Huo Yuhao as well, but then he didn't leave. He stood there and observed that everyone had left before turning around and opening the door of the teahouse.

The teahouse was empty at the moment, and he walked toward the back door leading to the teahouse's warehouse.

With a creaking sound, the door opened, and Zhang Mo saw Tang Ya kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly.

Tang Ya was crying so intensely that she didn't even notice Zhang Mo behind her.

Seeing that Tang Ya hadn't noticed him for a while, Zhang Mo took out a stack of paper money from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Thank you..." Tang Ya took the tissue, thinking it was Bei Bei coming back to find her. She wiped away her tears, turned around, and said, "Thank you, Bei Bei... Ah! Master!"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not your boyfriend," Zhang Mo said slowly.

Tang Ya quickly got up, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and resumed her quirky yet strong demeanor as the Tang Clan leader.

"What brings you back to see me, Master? Do you want to join my Tang Clan? No way, didn't you refuse those people just now?"

The ability to switch between two different personas made Zhang Mo laugh.

"You're not even a core disciple, how can you revive the Tang Sect? Sect Master," Zhang Mo said incisively.

Tang Ya responded calmly, "Oh, Bei Bei will help me, and so will your disciple. There will definitely be a chance to revive the Tang Sect in the future..."

This explanation was delivered so smoothly and naturally, as if things would develop exactly as she described.

As Zhang Mo listened to her talk, he pulled out a folding chair from the side, unfolded it, slowly sat down, and said, "What about your parents' revenge? Is it too late?"

Tang Ya's words came to an abrupt halt! She turned sharply to look at Zhang Mo. She had never told anyone about this before, not even Bei Bei. She had only briefly mentioned that she wanted to revive the declining Tang Clan.

"How do you know? Could it be that you..." Tang Ya was no longer dazed; her eyes were no longer bright, and there seemed to be endless anger in them.

Zhang Mo waved his hand and said, "I have nothing to do with the people you're thinking of, don't be too nervous."

"I'm just here to advise you to stop. With your talent, you won't be able to do it in your lifetime."

"What makes you think I can't do it!" Tang Ya's voice was heart-wrenching, and Zhang Mo's words brought out the deepest hatred in his heart.

"You all seemed to think I was talking nonsense, but I've already said it before, no one understands the Tang Clan better than me."

"The founder of the Tang Clan had no descendants left in the mortal world, so his powerful Blue Silver Grass bloodline did not pass down."

"Your Blue Silver Grass is just the most ordinary Blue Silver Grass. After reaching the third ring, your cultivation has become increasingly difficult, hasn't it?"

Zhang Mo's words hit the nail on the head, directly addressing Tang Ya's biggest problem.

Tang Ya began to panic. As the days went by and she got closer to her dream day, she discovered that the world was not what she had imagined.

Her enemies were enjoying a life of luxury in Tiandou City, while she grew older day by day, but her strength did not increase with the passage of time. Her vision of revenge was becoming more and more distant from her.

Her body began to sway. "No, no, it can't be like this."

Seeing her like this, Zhang Mo thought of his fellow disciples outside pouring out their hearts to each other, and thought to himself: The three of you could form an Avengers team.

Sigh, what kind of world is this?

After a moment, Tang Ya seemed to have regained her composure. She slowly stood up, her gaze fixed firmly on Zhang Mo, and said, "Master, are you going to help me take revenge?"

Zhang Mo was startled; he hadn't expected that Tang Ya's first words after such a shock would be this.

Kind of interesting.

"I guess so," Zhang Mo said, but what he really thought was: I can't let you and Ma Xiaotao out. Shrek Academy, this monster-spawning cage, this old tavern! The Top Monster Association, letting you two out to wreak havoc on the world? Forget it.

"Then... what does Master want to obtain?" Although Tang Ya was young, she knew from her years of experience that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

"Hmm... I am outnumbered and outmatched. If the Tang Clan ever revives, I hope they will stand behind me, but I have nothing to do with the Tang Clan."

"What?!" Tang Ya was very surprised by these words, because they were undoubtedly empty promises, as the future was too distant and full of uncertainty.

"Okay! I promise you. What do I need to do next?" Tang Ya's voice gradually filled with strength; the Tang Ya of the past had returned.

Zhang Mo looked Tang Ya up and down and said, "You know that your martial soul has a mutated bloodline."

Tang Ya's pupils dilated instantly. She tried hard to control her expression, striving to remain expressionless. She didn't admit to it, because the mutated bloodline of her martial soul was far more serious than her revenge.

Once this mutated talent is leaked, she will immediately become an evil soul master that everyone in the soul master world hates!

"Master, what's wrong with you...?"

"There is a faint red tinge in your eyes. I found remnants of your martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, in the Soul Battle Zone. Its veins also reveal a light blackish-red color."

"No one will notice, after all, Blue Silver Grass is everywhere, and your martial soul is nothing special, so no one will pay attention."

"But I'm different, I'm a master."

After listening to Zhang Mo's theory, Tang Ya still didn't dare to admit it, because she didn't know how much Zhang Mo actually knew.

"My request of you is that you remain at the academy without any worries while I am away, and you do not have any intention of using this power in the slightest, otherwise our contract will be void."

Zhang Mo didn't directly reveal Tang Ya's power, but Tang Ya understood from Zhang Mo's words that he was very familiar with her power.

She simply said, "Okay."

At that moment, the door of the teahouse opened again. It was Beibei who had returned.

"Zhang Mo?"