Chapter 282: Tang Xiao and Tang Hao's Children Finally Met
"Sorry, godfather, I got too excited."
Yu Xiao'ang still thought Tang Weiwei was that same street urchin who once wandered with hooligans. He assumed she pushed him away because she had been rejected too many times before.
But that misunderstanding didn't stop Yu Xiao'ang from taking advantage of the situation.
He feared that if Tang Weiwei ever learned the truth — that he wasn't a complete man — she would stop admiring him. She might even abandon him.
After all, his goddaughter was ruthless enough to step onto the platform without hesitation, even disregarding the life of her unborn child.
Little did he know that Tang Weiwei had never truly respected him, nor admired him.
Her heart was love-brained, but only for her three giegies.
She stayed with Yu Xiao'ang simply because she had nowhere else to go. Getting close to him gave her a chance to get closer to those three.
"Why, you want to be my apprentice?"
Tang Weiwei walked slowly to the shabby cabinet, pulled out an old set of clothes, and slipped them on to cover her naked body.
Yu Xiao'ang couldn't help but blush at how easily his thoughts were exposed in just one sentence. He coughed lightly, composing himself:
"Alang, I believe you know my adoptive father specialized in soul master theory. Across the entire Douluo Continent, there's almost no one whose theoretical knowledge surpasses mine — not even the deceitful president of the Soul Master Guild."
For years, Yu Xiao'ang had drilled into Tang Weiwei the idea that both Spirit Hall and the Soul Master Guild were evil.
"Don't call me Alang."
Her face darkened at once when she heard him use that name again. Then, as if recalling something, her eyes turned sly and a cunning arc tugged at her lips.
"If you want me to acknowledge you as master, it's not impossible. But you must agree to three rules."
Yu Xiao'ang's heart jumped. Afraid she would refuse, he quickly said:
"Don't mention three rules — even ten, I'll accept."
Tang Weiwei's tone sharpened:
"First. The former Alang is dead. Don't call me Alang anymore. My name is Tang Weiwei. If you ever call me Alang again, or let anyone else know I was Alang, I'll immediately sever the master-disciple bond."
The old name was too infamous. If her three giegies learned the truth, they would never accept her.
"Fine." Yu Xiao'ang nodded quickly.
Truth be told, he had already been considering keeping her past hidden. If Alang — the notorious wolf thief — was one day revealed as his disciple, a future peerless Titled Douluo under his tutelage, wouldn't that disgrace him, the so-called Master of Theories?
"Second."
"After school begins, we'll no longer be father and daughter. I'll become a work-study student and move into the dormitory."
Tang Weiwei wanted no connection between Yu Xiao'ang's "godfather" role and her past.
Besides… this way, she could stay close to San Giegie in advance.
"And the third?" Yu Xiao'ang asked eagerly.
His ultimate goal wasn't family ties anyway. What mattered was using Tang Weiwei to prove his theories, to make a name for himself, and ultimately exact revenge on Spirit Hall and the Soul Master Guild.
Tang Weiwei answered firmly:
"The last and most important rule — I'll wait until Notting Academy starts before obtaining my spirit rings."
Her real plan was simple: wait for her three giegies to arrive, then they would obtain their first rings together.
"That's fine," Yu Xiao'ang replied without hesitation. "Even without spirit rings, we can cultivate spirit power. In the meantime, I can research your mutated martial spirit."
Though puzzled by her insistence, he still agreed readily.
At that moment, Tang Weiwei smiled.
"Then, Master, I hope you'll continue guiding me from today onward."
She bowed deeply to him, giving a formal disciple's salute.
The room instantly fell silent.
Time itself froze. The swaying hem of Tang Weiwei's skirt hung stiff in the air. Yu Xiao'ang's expression was frozen too.
Everything — the light, the dust, even breath itself — stopped.
The entire space turned grayish-white, like a world where time had been stripped away.
A ripple appeared.
From a swirling blue vortex, Lin Hanye stepped out, with Yin Yue beside him.
"I never thought this wolf thief girl would have such fortune," Yin Yue murmured, her voice tinged with awe. "To transform her martial spirit into the Silver Moon Wolf King… truly unprecedented. No wonder, Master, you personally tampered with her memories, making her believe she's a time traveler. But I must admit… she's far more pleasing to the eye now."
Lin Hanye's gaze deepened.
"The Silver Moon Wolf King was never just a mutation of the Wind Demon Wolf."
Even if Tang Weiwei was naive, even foolish, Lin Hanye didn't dare underestimate her.
Back then, after the Haotian Sect incident, he had retrieved Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record from Holy Soul Village for his guild's younger generation. He had even made a special trip to Notting City — planting false memories in Tang Weiwei's mind.
In her altered recollections, Spirit Hall remained evil. But the Soul Master Guild? Neither good nor bad — simply mysterious, neutral, scarcely appearing in the story.
He had also changed her understanding of Tang San: no longer the Blue Silver Grass, but the Wind Wolf — destined to evolve into the Wind Wolf Queen.
Now, he came to check if this girl had awakened any cheat codes or hidden systems.
He pressed his palm lightly against her head. With overwhelming spiritual power, he combed through her memories in an instant.
Moments later, his expression shifted — realization dawning.
"Many children… many blessings," he muttered.
"So that's it. I never thought that a single act of mercy would turn into such a treasure."
Excitement flashed in his eyes. If he had killed Tang Weiwei back then, he would have lost a human-shaped ATM of rewards.
With her system, she could generate opportunities, divine favors, and even resources for him. And right now, he had many wives but not enough divine positions to share among them.
Just as he dozed off, the pillow had arrived.
His lips curved into a wicked smile.
Yin Yue shuddered at the sight of his grin.
"Master… you aren't seriously interested in this she-wolf thief, are you?" she asked, scrutinizing Tang Weiwei from head to toe.
Indeed, whatever her past appearance, with the Silver Moon Wolf King awakened, Tang Weiwei was now a breathtaking beauty.
Across the entire Douluo Continent, aside from Lin Hanye's mistresses, few could rival her. And she was still young — with even greater potential ahead.
Lin Hanye sighed and tapped Yin Yue's forehead.
"What nonsense are you thinking?"
Without further explanation, he gripped her shoulders, and with a flicker of power, the two vanished from the frozen room.
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