"Blue Silver Grass, Innate Full Soul Power… Tang San?"
As expected, the report landed in Bibi Dong's hands. She frowned as her eyes swept over the parchment, then reached for the next one.
"Xiao Gang?" Her expression shifted. It had been years since she'd heard anything about Yu Xiaogang—he had vanished like a shadow. And now, he reappeared in this report, tucked away in a place as small as Notting City. Even more shocking: this Tang San was actually his disciple.
"But… Blue Silver Grass? How could he possibly have innate full soul power?"
The pieces didn't fit. Unless…
"Could he be another Ye Tianxing?"
She remembered how Ye Tianxing had concealed his second spirit. Innate full soul power was exceedingly rare—barely a dozen such individuals existed across the continent. And Tianxing, who had been taken in by Guangling Douluo, had already blindsided her once.
But if Tang San also possessed twin martial spirits…
The consequences could be devastating.
"Someone," Bibi Dong commanded sharply, "go to Notting City. Investigate Tang San's background. Visit Holy Soul Village. I want every detail about his family."
"Yes!" a voice answered from the shadows. A flash of movement, and the figure vanished, leaving the Pope alone in the vast, silent hall.
"The inheritance of martial spirits comes from the parents," Bibi Dong murmured to herself. "If he is a twin spirit user… then who are his parents?"
Meanwhile, Ye Tianxing was oblivious to the storm he had triggered. His casual curiosity had just lit the fuse on a ticking bomb that would haunt Tang San for years to come.
The Spirit Hall—his future nemesis—was already moving against him.
In the quiet countryside, Notting City lay on the borders of the kingdom. Humble, underdeveloped, and largely forgotten, it was home to a number of small farming villages—Holy Soul Village among them.
The villagers lived peacefully, trading crops with the city to survive.
But that peace shattered one evening.
"Ahhh!"
A sharp scream tore through the dusk. A Spirit Hall deacon fell to the ground outside the village, his neck twisted cleanly.
The killer, a disheveled middle-aged man in a black cloak, stood over the corpse. His wild hair and unkempt beard barely concealed the sharp light in his eyes.
"Spirit Hall?" he muttered darkly, tearing open the dead man's cloak. Sure enough—it bore the mark of the Hall.
Tang Hao's heart dropped.
He had already killed more than a dozen operatives recently. Doubt and fear began to creep in.
"This makes no sense. I've barely left the house. How could they find me?"
His expression turned cold.
"Xiao San…"
Without wasting another second, Tang Hao vanished into the night, heading toward Notting City.
A few days later, the report arrived at the Spirit Hall.
"What did you say? Tang San disappeared?"
Bibi Dong rose from her throne, disbelief etched across her face.
The man kneeling before her trembled, his forehead beaded with sweat. "Yes, Your Holiness. We failed to bring Tang San in. The team sent to Holy Soul Village… they were completely wiped out by a mysterious man in black."
"And who is this man?" Bibi Dong demanded.
"We… we haven't confirmed yet."
"Useless!"
She slammed her hand on the armrest. "Tang San and that man—whoever he is—are clearly more than they seem."
The messenger swallowed hard. "There's more. Before the man disappeared with Tang San, he also took a six-year-old girl in a pink dress. We suspect she may be his daughter."
Bibi Dong's brow twitched. "Mobilize every resource. I want Tang San found—now."
Outside, Ye Tianxing stood watching the hall's entrances. As agents scurried in and out, his smile curled.
"So… they did check. Tang San's in for a rough time."
After all, he wasn't here to help the protagonist of this world. A little chaos? That was exactly his style.
In a dense forest far from civilization…
Tang Hao knelt beside a fire with Tang San and a young girl. She was petite, her scorpion-tail braid swinging nervously behind her. Her pink eyes were wide, full of fear.
Xiao Wu.
She wasn't human—Tang Hao could tell. She was a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast in disguise. A walking treasure.
He looked at her coldly.
"Girl," he said, his voice like steel, "you have two choices."
"First: I raise you, and when my son needs you, I kill you."
"Second: you become my son's sister. I guarantee your safety."
His voice didn't carry through the air but directly into her soul. Xiao Wu trembled. Tang San mistook her fear and quickly tried to comfort her.
"Dad, who were those people in black? Why are they after me?"
Tang San's mind swirled with confusion. Just days ago, he had felt pride breaking through Xuantian Gong with his first soul ring. Now he was being hunted like prey, and only his father—once a useless drunk—could protect him.
How strong was his father, really?
Xiao Wu hesitated, then nodded. She chose the second option.
Tang Hao nodded faintly. She was smart enough to know her odds.
He turned to Tang San, his tone suddenly solemn.
"From today on, Xiao Wu is your sister. You must protect her with your life. Do you understand?"
Tang San's heart stirred. In his past life, he had been alone. Shunned. Betrayed. Now, in this world, he had a father—and now, a sister.
He nodded.
"I swear, Xiao Wu. From now on, you are my sister. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Xiao Wu looked up, nervous. "Then… if someone tries to kill me in the future… what will you do?"
Tang Hao's expression darkened. Was this girl testing him?
Tang San's answer came without hesitation. "Unless I die."
Tang Hao blinked. This kid was serious.
He sighed. He had once loved Ah Yin, a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor. Now his son had bonded with a 100,000-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit.
Was it… genetic?
"Dad, where are we going next? What about Teacher?"
"Soto City," Tang Hao replied calmly. "I've already sent word. Whether he comes or not… is up to him."