People are destined to be trapped for a lifetime by the things they could not possess in their youth.
To Tang San, Xiao Wu was not just a foster sister; she was an obsession.
As he pictured the scene in his mind—Xiao Wu nestled in Ye Xuan’s arms, the man idly playing with her scorpion braid while she looked down at her swelling belly with motherly tenderness—Tang San’s head surged with heat, and his blood began to boil.
*No, I cannot accept this! Xiao Wu is mine! Only I am allowed to touch her scorpion braid!*
*So what if he is a Title Douluo? I, Tang San, have lived two lives. As long as I have time, I can grow rapidly. I possess the secret techniques of the Tang Sect, I know how to use poisons, and I can craft hidden weapons!*
*No one will ever take Xiao Wu away from me!*
"Xiao Wu, I know you aren't the type to be blinded by status! You must have been forced to leave me—did Ye Xuan threaten you?"
"Ye Xuan, don't you dare think you can take her away!"
"Aaaaaah!"
Tang San let out a furious roar. His aura climbed steadily, and he bit his lip until it bled.
Ye Xuan watched Tang San with a look of astonishment.
Could it be that...?
Well, nothing happened.
Tang San’s head was already pressed firmly into the ground, his knees and his eight spider legs pinned tightly to the floor. The only thing moving was his rear, which was stuck high in the air, wriggling left and right like a sow in heat—a truly unsightly spectacle.
Dai Mubai saw Tang San’s pathetic state and felt a strange sense of comfort; at least he wasn't the only one losing face.
*I lost Zhu Zhuqing, and Tang San lost Xiao Wu. Good brothers, for life.*
Oscar looked on, deeply moved. To him, Tang San’s efforts were the desperate struggles of a man in love. He envied Tang San’s courage; he himself hadn't even dared to make a sound.
Only Ma Hongjun kept his eyes fixed firmly on Tang San’s wriggling rear.
He... damn, what was that gulp from the fat man? Ma Hongjun seemed to be stimulated, and his internal "evil fire" was showing signs of flaring up.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
A full minute passed.
The moment Tang San roared, Xiao Wu had truly hoped for a miracle. After all, "Brother San" was always so reliable.
However, as time ticked by, all of Tang San’s efforts only served to make the rhythm of his wriggling rear more pronounced. He couldn't even lift his head.
Xiao Wu suddenly realized that the omnipotent "Brother San" of her memories appeared awkward and incompetent when faced with a true powerhouse.
Ye Xuan found the sight of Tang San’s rear moving incessantly quite amusing.
"The world of fantasy novels isn't reality. Reality can be magical, but novels still need a bit of logic. Even though I only used pressure at the level of Dugu Bo—which, mind you, is still at the Title Douluo tier—if you could break free from this... well, I’d go beat up Dugu Bo just to vent my frustration."
Ye Xuan stepped forward without hesitation.
He aimed at Tang San’s wriggling rear and delivered a fierce kick, landing right on target.
"Aaaaaah! Oh, oh, oh!"
Tang San, who had been roaring just a moment ago, instantly let out a miserable shriek. Although Ye Xuan hadn't used any spirit power, the force was equivalent to a full-power kick from a Spirit King; Tang San felt as if his pelvis had shattered.
Ye Xuan pressed one foot onto Tang San’s head.
"I, Ye, never do evil; I only do good."
"You actually slandered me, claiming I threatened Xiao Wu and forced her to leave with me? Telling such blatant lies with your eyes wide open—you have to pay the price for that, you know?"
A Spirit Elder slandering a Title Douluo? Are you insane? What’s that? You say you didn’t slander me?
Still daring to argue? That’s an extra crime! Xiao Wu saw Tang San’s head being ground into the floor by Ye Xuan, making it hard for him to even breathe, and she grew frantic with worry.
"Ye Xuan, stop! Don't step on him anymore!"
Ye Xuan pondered for a moment, frowning, and looked at his own hands.
"Fine, I’ll stop."
Xiao Wu was on the verge of tears.
"No, that’s not it—lift your foot! Lift your foot!"
Ye Xuan had an epiphany.
"Oh, you want me to move my foot? Why didn't you say so sooner?" Ye Xuan ground his foot hard into Tang San’s head one last time, rubbing his face thoroughly against the floor, before slowly lifting it away.
Blood stained the floorboards.
Xiao Wu was horrified. She felt an immense sense of self-reproach.
*It’s all my fault. I wasn't decisive enough, which is why Brother San still clings to the idea of us. I cannot be indecisive anymore; I must make him give up on me completely.*
Xiao Wu wiped the corners of her eyes and said to Tang San:
"Tang San, I am grateful that you accompanied me for six years."
"Back at the Nuoding Primary Spirit Master Academy, you stood up for me when others bullied me, and you often spent your money to buy me good things."
"But, don't you understand yet?"
"You are simply too weak. You only seem strong when facing those even weaker than you, but the moment you face a powerhouse like Ye Xuan, your weakness is exposed. Before Ye Xuan, you are as ridiculous as a clown."
Xiao Wu swallowed her heartache, trying her best to keep her tone flat and cold.
"Tang San, I’ve had no family since I was a child. Even though you were like a brother to me for a while, you didn't actually think you were my real brother, did you?"
"Ever since I was little, the one thing I’ve wanted most was someone to protect me, and that person must be powerful enough to do so. Ye Xuan is far stronger than you; you aren't even worthy of being compared to him."
Xiao Wu felt her heart twitch in pain.
Finally, she said indifferently:
"Ye Xuan did nothing—everyone saw it clearly. It’s just that I think you are a loser, and Ye Xuan is the only man who can truly give me a sense of security, so I chose to leave with him."
"So, stop pestering me."
"I'm afraid Ye Xuan might get upset..."
Critical hit!
"Brother San" was struck dumb.
These words from Xiao Wu were no different from trampling a man’s dignity into the dirt. The damage was far greater than Ye Xuan’s kick.
Tang San’s heart was completely shattered. He felt as if he had been pierced by ten thousand arrows; his heart was broken into pieces, scattered across the floor.
Everything Xiao Wu said was the truth.
Lies do not hurt as much as the truth, which is the sharpest blade of all!
"Pfft~"
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Tang San, whose mind was a blank void, seemed to hear laughter.
The laughter grew louder and louder. It sounded like... it sounded like Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were mocking his pathetic state, like Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai were watching him as a joke, and Ye Xuan was looking at him with a gaze of utter disdain...
He shuddered uncontrollably, as if suffering a seizure.
Tang San trembled with rage.
He asked, stuttering:
"Xi... Xiao Wu, what did you say? Say it again?"
"Why are you being so vicious?"
"Xiao Wu, don't be afraid. This is the territory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan."
"Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo are here. Ye Xuan is actually just bluffing; he wouldn't dare kill anyone, or he would be making an eternal enemy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
"Enough!" Xiao Wu roared.
"Tang San, aren't you annoying?!"
"Do you really have to see him 'go inside' with your own eyes before you'll give up?!"
The moment these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked!
The crowd’s gaze shifted to Ye Xuan and Xiao Wu.
Zhu Zhuqing’s eyelashes fluttered, her expression complex.
Ye Xuan was stunned.
Ye Xuan: ??? Wait, when did he ever "go inside"? Damn it.
He felt like he had just been forced to take the blame for a massive scandal.