In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

Back in his room, Lin Yan was dumbfounded.

What... what is this?

Wasn't that Lin Yin'er, whom he hadn't seen all night, lying on the bed?

However, she was completely tucked under the covers, with only her head sticking out. Upon seeing Lin Yan, her face instantly turned bright red.

It's like... um... like a perfectly ripe peach, so tempting. It makes you want to take a bite.

"Yin'er...you, I remember you didn't drink? What, did you come to the wrong room?"

Lin Yan's straight-man instincts kicked in.

“No… I didn’t go to the wrong place. I’ve been waiting for you… Master…”

As Lin Yin'er spoke, she pulled the blanket over her face, covering half of it.

She looked at Lin Yan expectantly, only her eyes showing.

She had made up her mind that morning. So she climbed up and onto Lin Yan's bed...

That's right, it's that fast.

Lin Yan finally realized what was happening.

This person, when he comes, it's good to have a good meal.

My goddess has been climbing into my bed one after another.

Tell me, who wouldn't like such a warm and lovely bed-warming maid?

.........

Another area, somewhere on a cliff.

Tang San looked at the unfathomable abyss and sighed inwardly.

This place feels so familiar.

He, once a genius of the Tang Clan, was forced to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff because he secretly learned a forbidden technique from the sect.

Fortunately, the temple was rebuilt in the future, and I thought it would become the pinnacle of the mainland!

But what about now?

His martial spirit was destroyed, and his family was ruined.

I am also disabled.

Moreover, as a person with twin martial souls, if it weren't for the existence of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he would have exploded and died the moment he lost the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline.

The former Shrek members have lost interest in themselves.

In the past, Fatty and Oscar would always call each other "Third Brother".

What about now?

He called Tang San so fluently, one sentence at a time.

As for Xiao Wu...

Forget it, let's not mention Xiao Wu anymore.

To be honest, he wants to reopen it now.

In the current situation...

His cultivation had reached its limit; his level 20 soul power was just within his control. Any more, and he would explode and die.

How tragic it is that I, Tang San, with such extraordinary talent, have ended up like this.

Thinking this, Tang San took a small step forward.

Suddenly, a streak of light on the horizon caught his entire gaze.

meteor?

Was it really a shooting star? Why was it red?

Forget it, who cares? I'm going to die anyway, might as well make a wish.

"May I always be at the peak in my next life, only slapping others in the face, and never being slapped in the face myself..." Tang San felt a deep sorrow in his heart.

But at that moment, the shooting star was right in front of us.

It crashed down beside him.

'Boom!'

Amidst billowing smoke and dust, Tang San instinctively dodged to the side.

A short while later, a person was seen in the smoke and dust.

"Who...who is it..."

"Kid, tell me, where is this? Has anything major happened on the Douluo Continent in recent years? By the way, have you ever heard of the Clear Sky Sect?"

The smoke and dust dissipated with a strong gust of wind, revealing a pale-faced old man.

His blood-red cloak was tattered and torn.

Isn't he the King of Slaughter who was defeated by Qian Daoliu?

No, to be precise, she should be called Tang Chen now.

After the battle between the King of Slaughter and Qian Daoliu, the King of Slaughter's soul was injured.

This gave Tang Chen, who had been suppressed, an opportunity. After a struggle of the soul, he finally regained control of his body.

Coincidentally, the first person she encountered after regaining consciousness was Tang San.

“This is senior, this is outside Tiandou City. The Haotian Sect was forced into seclusion by the Spirit Hall more than ten years ago.”

Tang San was taken aback; this person seemed incredibly powerful. Even his deceased father, Tang Hao, was far inferior to him.

"You bastard Qian Daoliu, I, Tang Chen, will never let you get away with this."

After hearing this, Tang Chen gritted her teeth and turned to leave.

"Irreconcilable enemies? Tang Chen... his surname is Tang? Could it be... he's also a member of the Haotian Sect?"

Tang San was taken aback, but mustered his courage and asked, "Senior, please wait."

"Kid? What do you want?"

Influenced by the King of Slaughter, Tang Chen's bloodthirsty instincts had become ingrained in his very bones. A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Tang San's heart skipped a beat, but he still forced himself to ask.

"May I ask what your relationship is with the Haotian Sect, senior?"

"Me? Everyone in the Haotian Sect now calls me Ancestor!"

Tang Chen smiled coldly. With a swift movement, a dark red Haotian Hammer appeared in his hand.

The terrifying aura caused Tang San to take several steps back.

"Ancestors?"

Tang San was overjoyed and immediately knelt down on the ground.

"Ancestor, you must help me!"

Tang Chen: "???"

Who are you?

When he saw the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand, he was immediately stunned. "You're from the Clear Sky Sect?"

"Yes, my father is Tang Hao, and my uncle is the sect master of the Haotian Sect."

Tang San said.

"Tang Xiao, Tang Hao? Hao'er...you are Hao'er's child? But how could someone with such extraordinary talent have such a useless son like you?"

Tang Chen was taken aback. Wasn't this his own child, passed down through his bloodline?

But that's so useless.

It doesn't even have a single soul ring.

"Ancestor, I am not a piece of trash..."

Tang San stood up and summoned another martial soul.

Good grief, there's still one Blue Silver Grass? Isn't this just trash?

Tang Chen secretly scorned him.

Chapter 175 San'er, Not Afraid of Pain

"Twin martial souls? The Clear Sky Hammer paired with Blue Silver Grass... That's really bizarre."

Tang Chen couldn't help but marvel. This combination was simply unbeatable.

"Boy, listen to your old man's advice. Your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is far too weak. It's difficult to maintain balance with the Clear Sky Hammer, and you can't control it at all. Don't try to kill yourself by cultivating it again."

"Go down there. Level 20 is already your limit."

Tang San:"……"

Although he knew that Tang Chen's words were really for his own good, he still felt very uncomfortable.

I wasn't a good-for-nothing before!

He felt a tightness in his chest.

"Ancestor... don't be fooled by my current martial soul being Blue Silver Grass. My previous martial soul was Blue Silver Emperor. Although it wasn't fully awakened, it could still maintain the balance of my martial soul. However, now..."

After being stripped of the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline power, it was reduced to Blue Silver Grass.

He spoke, a bitter smile playing on his lips. Who isn't a genius?

Tang Chen was taken aback. So, this little good-for-nothing... ugh, this kid, was a genius before?

"You used to be Blue Silver Grass with the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline? But it was extracted from you... Who could be so ruthless?"