Chapter 59: Asking Tang San to Marry a Princess? A Huge Surprise!
Tang San, standing in the Soul Fighting Arena, felt a sense of emptiness despite the fervent cheers and adoration from the audience.
In his heart, even boundless glory was not as important as a single affirmation from his Master.
On the platform, his gaze immediately locked onto the tall, gentle figure in the VIP seats. Without hesitation, Tang San's figure flashed, utilizing the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to swiftly traverse the contestant passage and arrive directly at the VIP box.
"Master!"
As soon as he entered, Tang San could not hide the excitement in his eyes, hurrying to Jiang Li's side.
This Thousand Hands Asura, who had been as calm as a killing machine on the Soul Fighting Platform, was now like a child eager to show his father a perfect test score, his eyes full of adoration and longing.
In his view, Tang Hao—who was constantly drinking, using sinister schemes to seize his mother's Soul Ring, ignoring him, and walking a path toward death—had long offered him no warmth beyond blood ties.
But this man before him not only gave him the hope of a new life but also shielded him from storms like a towering tree.
Only his Master's praise was the greatest affirmation for him!
Jiang Li looked at the imposing young man before him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
Look at that, worthy of being his (Jiang Li's) precious disciple!
He truly knew how to guide a disciple, hehehehehe—
"Not bad, Little San. To reach the cultivation of a Soul King at such an age, you are truly my greatest pride as your teacher!"
Jiang Li praised him without reservation.
Hearing this, Tang San felt a slight sting in his nose, and the warm current in his heart almost overflowed his chest; he felt so happy he was about to faint.
His efforts had not been in vain; he had truly become the greatest pride of his great Master!
However, before the warm atmosphere could last long, Xue Qinghe, sitting beside them, gently fanned himself and spoke with a smile, "Brother Tang San is indeed an outstanding talent among men. I was just mentioning to Mr. Jiang Li that my imperial sister, Xue Ke, is waiting in her chambers, gentle and virtuous. If she could marry Brother Tang San, it would certainly be a beautiful tale."
"I wonder what Brother Tang San thinks?"
"Ah? Marry a princess?"
It proved that smiles don't disappear; they just transfer.
Tang San's smile, which had been earned by his Master's approval, instantly froze and smoothly shifted onto Jiang Li's face. "Little San, there's no need to overthink it. Teacher will not interfere in your romantic affairs; everything is up to you to decide."
Hearing Jiang Li say this, Tang San finally breathed a huge sigh of relief.
As the saying goes, the parents arrange the match. If his Master truly wanted him to marry a princess, he genuinely wouldn't know what to do.
If this were the World of the Tang Sect in his previous life, forming a connection with royalty would undoubtedly be a step to heaven.
But the Douluo Continent, a World where power relies solely on oneself, was different, let alone...
Tang San subconsciously turned his head, his gaze happening to collide with Xiao Wu, who had followed closely behind.
The usual liveliness and slyness were gone from her eyes; all that remained was resentment and grievance. She stared intently at him, as if the moment he dared to agree to even half a word, she would immediately use the 'Eight Stage Fall' on him.
Through years of constant companionship, the feelings they shared had long surpassed that of ordinary siblings, existing in a delicate state somewhere above friendship and short of romance.
Moreover, under Jiang Li's guidance, Tang San had already clearly recognized his own heart!
Seeing Xiao Wu's pitiful gaze, like a forsaken Little Rabbit, Tang San's heart jolted. He immediately turned around, bowed respectfully to Xue Qinghe, and refused in a firm and hurried tone:
"Your Highness the Crown Prince's kind intentions are appreciated by Tang San."
"However... Tang San already has someone in his heart, and at this stage, I only wish to wholeheartedly follow my Master to Cultivate. I have no mind for marriage. This position of Imperial Son-in-Law is truly too high for me to aspire to. I beg Your Highness to retract the offer."
After speaking, he couldn't help but stealthily shift half a step toward Xiao Wu, as if demonstrating his stance through action.
Seeing this, the resentment in Xiao Wu's eyes finally faded, and the corners of her mouth secretly curved into a sweet arc.
Xue Qinghe took in everything he saw, but he did not show the slightest displeasure. Instead, he waved his hand magnanimously and smiled, "Alas, if that is the case, then Qinghe was too abrupt. Young friend Tang San must not take it to heart."
"Let this matter drop here."
Though his words were polite, Qian Renxue felt no ripple in her heart.
For her, a political marriage was merely a casual move in a game to win over Jiang Li's faction.
If it succeeded, it would be icing on the cake.
If it failed, it would cause no harm.
After all, the only person she truly wanted to win over all along was Jiang Li alone.
After Qian Renxue left, Jiang Li examined the Soul Power aura on his precious disciple from head to toe. Although he had just completed a Breakthrough, he showed no trace of impatience; everything seemed to have happened naturally.
"Little San, your current body strength is more than enough to absorb a 20,000-year Fifth Soul Ring."
"Furthermore, the Blue Silver Kings from the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire have sent word that your mother can now temporarily condense a Soul Body. Perhaps this time you go, you can finally see your mother."
Tang San felt as if a thunderclap had exploded in his mind; the entire World seemed to freeze at that moment.
The cheers in his ears, the conversations outside the box—all disappeared. Only his Master's words, 'Mother and son can finally meet, " echoed ceaselessly in his mind.
Finally, could he finally see his mother?
The mother who sacrificed herself to protect him at his birth, the mother whose outline he could only vaguely sketch in his dreams, the mother who was merely a fragile Blue Silver Grass...
Now, could he really see her?
Two streams of clear tears fell, without warning, down Tang San's resolute face.
He abruptly looked up at Jiang Li, the adoration in his eyes intense to the extreme, his voice hoarse and trembling:
"Master... what you said... is that true?"
Jiang Li smiled and nodded, reaching out to stroke Tang San's head, as if comforting a wronged child: "When has your Master ever lied to you? Go prepare. We depart tomorrow morning."
"Yes!!!"
Tang San roared with all the strength in his body. At this moment, his gratitude and love for Jiang Li even surpassed the weight of his own life!
Indeed, the most correct thing he had done in his life was to take his Master as his Master!
'Why didn't Master meet Mother first back then? Alas!"
'But..."
Xiao Wu, standing nearby, watched the ecstatic Tang San with envy. Wuwuwu, when would her own mother be able to meet her?
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