Chapter 194: Meeting Tang Sect Again! Blue Silver Douluo Lin Qingmo?!
Saying he didn't like the Sea God's divine position, Lin Qingmo was serious.
There were three reasons.
First, this is the Sea God's divine position that the 'pure and flawless' God King Tang had achieved.
He didn't want to be like him.
It felt like he was walking Tang San's old path, which made him very uncomfortable.
His own life path was clearly stronger, and he even possessed limit-breaking soul rings. Why follow that guy Tang San's old path?
Second, the Sea God's divine position simply wasn't strong enough.
The Sea God's status was far too low, far too mediocre.
Compared to the Asura God, God of Destruction, Goddess of Life, Goddess of Kindness, and God of Evil, the Sea God was inferior in both name and power.
If not for Tang San, the protagonist, becoming the Sea God, this position probably wouldn't have had much glory.
Third, the Sea God was truly despicable!
[Dad Douluo]: I really don't think much of the Sea God's divine position. But even if I don't want it, I can't let Tang San get it.
[Dad Douluo]: That kid already has a protagonist halo. If he gets the Sea God's divine position too, who could possibly stop him later?
[Dad Douluo]: We must get it first and cut off his opportunity. Let him know what a protagonist halo amounts to in front of absolute strength.
…
After chatting with everyone in the group for a bit longer, Lin Qingmo closed the light screen.
Outside the window, the sky had completely darkened.
The night in Suo Tuo City deepened, the distant streets brightly lit and filled with bustling noise.
Lin Qingmo walked to the window, looking at the night outside, a playful smile curling on his lips.
"Shi Nian should be arriving soon."
"Everyone from Shrek, I've already prepared a good dream for you tonight. Hope you enjoy it."
…
The night at Shrek Academy was suffocatingly heavy.
The events of the day weighed on everyone like a massive stone pressing on their hearts.
Lying in bed, aside from Ma Hongjun, who had no worries and began snoring the moment his head hit the pillow, everyone else tossed and turned.
It wasn't until the latter half of the night that they finally fell asleep, burdened with frustration.
…
The night air was bone-chilling, and the buildings of Shrek Academy lay silent under the moonlight.
Shi Nian curled his lips. "Shrek's defenses are worse than paper."
A heavy smell of alcohol drifted from Flender's room.
The dean clutched a wine jar, completely drunk, not even maintaining the most basic vigilance.
Zhao Wuji, still stifled by the day's events, had gone to sleep early, leaving no guard at all.
In the shadows of the academy wall, Shi Nian's figure blended entirely into the night, not a single trace of soul power leaking out.
His Brutal Dream martial soul excelled in concealment and illusion. Against a group of Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors, it was pure dimensional suppression.
A faint gray strand of soul power gathered at his fingertip.
Thin as a hair, it silently slipped through the window crack, precisely landing on Tang San's glabella.
On the bed, Tang San's brows suddenly tightened. Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
His consciousness was dragged by an invisible hand into endless darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, familiar carved beams and painted pillars entered his sight. The stone floor of the Tang Sect hall felt bone-chillingly cold.
At the front, the Tang Sect Grand Elder stood with hair and beard bristling, his dragon-headed cane striking heavily against the ground, the sound echoing through the hall.
"Tang San! Kneel!"
The shout exploded like thunder in Tang San's ears.
"!!!"
"Bang!"
His knees bent uncontrollably, crashing onto the cold stone floor.
The greatest burden in both his lifetimes was his past act of trespassing into the forbidden area and secretly learning the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.
Even after rebirth, in the dead of night, this scene still gripped his heart with pain.
"I didn't! I never intended to betray the Tang Sect!"
Tang San finally shouted.
His throat was hoarse, his fingers digging fiercely into his palms.
"I learned the secret arts only because I didn't want Tang Sect's legacy to be lost in our hands!"
"Wolfish ambition! Still daring to argue!"
Another elder stepped forward, pointing at him and scolding harshly.
"You stole the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record and secretly refined the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, all to betray the Tang Sect!"
"You've completely disgraced Tang Sect!"
"You traitor! How can you face the ancestors of the Tang Sect?"
The accusations surged like a tide, surrounded by contempt and fury from all directions.
Tang San wanted to argue, wanted to roar.
But his throat felt like it was stuffed with burning cotton. Every word carried searing pain.
What he had been most proud of in this life was his identity as a Tang Sect disciple and its secret arts.
But now, even that pride was trampled and crushed.
The surroundings shattered like a broken mirror.
When they reformed, Tang Hao stood before him.
The man who had always been as steady as a mountain now had no trace of his former authority.
Only disappointment remained on his face, his gaze cold.
"Xiao San, I am very disappointed in you."
These words struck his heart like an icy hammer.
"Dad… Dad?!"
His breath stopped, and his mind went blank.
"Dad! That's not true! Listen to me!"
Tang San crawled forward on his knees, trying to grab Tang Hao's robe, but his fingers grasped only cold air.
"I've already tried my best! Lin Qingmo isn't normal at all! His soul rings, his soul power—none of it follows logic!"
What he feared most in this life was disappointing Tang Hao.
And now, his father looked at him like this.
"Tried your best?"
Tang Hao's voice grew colder.
"I told you to learn from Yu Xiaogang. And what did you achieve?"
"You can't even protect the woman you love, can't even defeat someone your own age. You're useless."
"You're not worthy of being my son."
With those words,
Tang Hao's figure retreated into the endless darkness, growing more distant.
"Dad! Don't go! Dad! Believe me! I'll prove it to you!"
Tang San desperately chased forward.
His legs felt as heavy as lead, each step draining all his strength.
But that figure still faded away, disappearing completely into the darkness.
Endless despair surged through his body like icy seawater, swallowing him whole.
He collapsed to the ground.
His shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
The persistence and pride of two lifetimes were completely shattered in this moment.
Darkness churned again, and the scene changed.
"Blue Silver Douluo!!!"
The Suo Tuo City Great Soul Arena roared with voices.
Tang San's ears twitched.
'Blue Silver Douluo… Blue Silver Grass… are they calling me?'
He raised his head in confusion.
But what he saw—
On the high platform stood Lin Qingmo, clad in blue-silver robes, nine soul rings shining brightly around him.
With a lift of his hand, boundless Blue Silver Grass swept across the heavens and earth.
Countless soul masters bowed.
The thunderous chant of "Blue Silver Douluo" shook his eardrums.
And he himself stood among the crowd below, like an insignificant spectator.
End of Chapter