Chapter 181: 189. This Is Tang San's Forbidden Woman
Next came Ning Rongrong. Li Yusong looked at the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand, his initial surprise giving way to a frown. "Do your family members know you've come here?" he asked.
Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly. "As long as I meet your academy's requirements, shouldn't you accept me?"
"Take her inside," Li Yusong said.
Dai Mubai led her in, then suddenly made a discreet signal. "Nine-Colored Goddess!"
"Huh? What Nine-Colored Goddess? Are you trying to flatter me?" she replied.
"Don't you remember? Nine-Colored Goddess!"
"What nonsense are you spouting? I've never heard of it. You're weird," Ning Rongrong said disdainfully.
That confirmed it—Ning Rongrong hadn't been reborn.
"What are you still waiting for? Enrollment is over. Nobody else is coming," Li Yusong said, patting Dai Mubai on the shoulder.
"No… that's impossible. She should've been here," Dai Mubai muttered in disbelief.
The day's surprises left his mind spinning. First, he'd somehow discovered that he shared a martial soul fusion technique with Xiao Wu. And now, Zhu Zhuqing had failed to appear at all.
He couldn't do anything about the first situation—he just had to make sure Tang San never found out.
As for the second—maybe Zhu Zhuqing was also reborn? Maybe she'd learned what kind of man he really was and decided to avoid him? Dai Mubai tried to convince himself this was the case.
The more he rationalized it, the more confident and indignant he grew. How dare she? He cursed silently, Damn it, Zhu Zhuqing! So what if I was a bit flirtatious these past six years? I've already sent away all my women and decided to dedicate the rest of my life to loving only you. Isn't that enough?
With no sign of Zhu Zhuqing, Dai Mubai had no choice but to return, leading Tang San and the others while explaining Shrek Academy's "glorious history."
During the walk, Dai Mubai suddenly felt a predatory gaze—fierce, burning—fixed on him like a tiger eyeing its prey. Glancing back, he caught Xiao Wu's eyes.
His heart nearly stopped. Xiao Wu-jie, please… stop looking at me like that. I still want to live, still want Tang-ge to take me to godhood. If he ever finds out, I'll be on his kill list for sure...
In his panic, he nearly forgot that he was older than both of them and instinctively called them brother and sister out of sheer fear.
Tang San moved closer and asked quietly, "Mubai, did Zhu Zhuqing not show up?"
That question nearly scared Dai Mubai out of his soul, but then he realized Tang San knew nothing about the situation with Xiao Wu—he was only asking about Zhu Zhuqing. Relieved, Dai Mubai answered, "I'm not sure what's going on. Maybe she's just sulking."
"When you find her later," Tang San said, "apologize properly. Hopefully she forgives you."
"Sure… alright," Dai Mubai said absently. He was barely listening now. Zhu Zhuqing wasn't his main concern anymore. Since they shared a martial soul fusion bond, he figured she'd return eventually. A magnet couldn't escape its opposite pole, after all. They were bound by fate—it was only a matter of time.
And if she was reborn, that was even better—who could resist the chance to become a god?
What truly terrified him now was Xiao Wu's lingering glances—and the fact that Tang San remained completely unaware.
"Selling sausages! Fresh and hot sausages! Look, look! Don't miss out! Oscar's Sausages—delicious, cheap, and filling! Eat one and you'll pass your admissions test with ease!" Oscar's loud voice rang out nearby.
Up ahead, they saw Oscar pushing his sausage cart toward them.
After years of hanging around Dai Mubai, Oscar had learned to mind his appearance, so he no longer looked like a scruffy uncle.
Knowing Tang San and the others were enrolling today, he'd come fully prepared to prank them.
But suddenly, a strange sensation rippled through his martial soul. His Sausage Martial Soul was resonating… with someone?
Could it be Ning Rongrong?
That didn't make sense—their fusion technique had been divinely created in their past life, not innate. Such a resonance couldn't possibly carry over after reincarnation… could it?
In any case, this time around, Oscar had no intention of chasing Ning Rongrong.
Following the pulse of the connection, he turned—and saw Xiao Wu walking straight toward him.
He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. No mistake—Xiao Wu. And the resonance from his soul was undeniably coming from her.
Wha—? How? He and Xiao Wu shared a martial soul fusion technique?!
Oscar went rigid with panic.
By then, Xiao Wu had reached him. She took out a few gold soul coins Tang San had earned from his forging work, smiling brightly. "How much are your sausages? Give me a few, please."
"Oh—o-okay," Oscar stammered. His mind was utter chaos as he automatically handed her a few sausages.
"Wait." Tang San stepped forward. "Oscar, this is your martial soul, right? Food-type spirits always have their chant. Why don't you show us?"
Tang San wanted to test it before letting Xiao Wu eat any—she wasn't a reincarnator, after all. He didn't want her unknowingly consuming a sausage tied to Oscar's pervy activation chant.
Helplessly, Oscar raised his hands in front of his waist and recited, "I, your father, have a big sausage!"
A sausage instantly materialized in his palm.
"Ew—" Ning Rongrong's face twisted in disgust as she recoiled.
"Xiao Wu, you still want to eat those?" Tang San asked.
"Of course," Xiao Wu said naturally. "So what if the chant's a little vulgar? It's just part of the technique. Why wouldn't I eat it?"
Before anyone could stop her, she picked up one sausage and swallowed it whole, savoring it in just a few bites. When she was done, she turned to Oscar, winked, and said sweetly, "See? It's perfectly fine, right, Oscar?"
Oscar just stood there, completely lost in a daze as Xiao Wu looked into his eyes. Heat crept up his face. What am I thinking? Damn it! This is Xiao Wu—Tang San's forbidden woman!
If Tang San ever discovered they shared a martial soul fusion… Oscar was finished. He'd be first on Tang San's death list.
Fighting the urge to panic, Oscar quickly turned his cart around and fled.
Tang San, oblivious, simply watched him go. Xiao Wu's gaze lingered thoughtfully on Oscar's retreating back. Hidden in the shadows, Dai Mubai glanced at Oscar as well, deep in troubled thought.
(END CHAPTER)
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