Chapter 92: The Miserable Life of Little Tang San
One month had passed since Xiao Wu took human form.
In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, inside a secret chamber, a crazed voice echoed again and again. It was so distorted it was impossible to tell whether it was male, female—or some vengeful ghost.
"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"
A woman chained at the neck, who looked over forty years old, gaunt and with a swollen belly, was giving birth.
This was Bibi Dong. Though only around thirty-five or thirty-six, years locked in this chamber, stripped of her cultivation, robbed of soul power, and forced to bear children had aged her dramatically.
Six years earlier, after her powers were crippled, Bibi Dong became a defenseless woman. No matter how much she kicked and screamed, she couldn't resist Soul Sage-level Ning Fengzhi, who eventually subdued her and chained her up—turning her into a slave.
It was the ultimate revenge of the simp turned master. For over a decade, Ning Fengzhi had endured her disdain. Now, he repaid it all with interest. As a noble with extensive knowledge, he toyed with her cruelly, pushing her into despair.
Stripped of her pride by someone she had looked down on, Bibi Dong's mind shattered. Her spirit splintered. She no longer recognized anyone. All she repeated was, "Kill you! Kill you!"
Like those emotionless slaves trained in Heaven Dou's black market, she had become a soulless tool, broken beyond repair.
Ning Fengzhi wasn't a complete monster, but he had thoroughly destroyed her mind. To him, she was nothing more than a breeding machine—destined to produce powerful offspring for the sect until death. This was the price of betrayal.
He only used her himself—no group abuse. That, to him, was already mercy.
Eventually, a baby's cry echoed—it was a girl.
Overjoyed, Ning Fengzhi carried her out of the chamber and named her Ning Rongrong.
Later, the youngest, Zhu Zhuqing, was born. The second-cycle of the Shrek Seven Devils had all arrived. When these reincarnated individuals regained their memories, they believed this new timeline was their chance to fix past regrets—crush Spirit Hall and ascend to godhood.
Of them, only Tang San, Oscar, and Zhu Zhuqing had no real regrets.
Xiao Wu could now resurrect her mother.
Dai Mubai would get to play around more in Soto City.
Ning Rongrong could try to eliminate Qian Renxue early, weakening Spirit Hall and saving her grandfather and Sword Douluo.
Ma Hongjun would train hard, inherit the Fire God position, and ascend with Bai Chenxiang.
In Spirit Hall—
Inside Ah Yin's chamber, baby Qian Renchuan lay in a cradle, dressed not in boyish clothes, but in a lovely white princess dress. He looked completely like a girl.
Suddenly, footsteps approached. Qian Renchuan opened his eyes and sighed helplessly. Before him was the stunning face of his "sister," Qian Renxue.
"Little brother, did you sleep well? I'm here to see you again~"
She pinched his cheeks, grinned mischievously, then summoned a pile of colorful dresses from her storage tool.
"This time I brought so many pretty ones. Let's play dress-up again~"
Staring at the red, blue, white, and green dresses, Qian Renchuan let out a desperate baby wail. He wanted to die.
Why is this happening?! I'm 29 years old!
Yet here he was—his sister dressing him in skirts daily, while his mother and grandfather found it adorable. He nearly cried from despair.
Worst of all was his father. When Qian Xunji visited, he'd sometimes flick his "little brother" casually, making him want to jump off a cliff again.
His only consolation? He got to drink his mother's milk—sometimes even fed by his father. Those moments of genuine love made him tear up, almost grateful to be reborn.
Qian Xunji, ever since learning that Qian Renchuan was Tang San reincarnated, had entered full chill mode. Why bother cultivating? His ticket to godhood had already been delivered. Just raise Qian Renchuan well, and he'd fly to godhood while lying down.
Three and a half years passed.
Qian Renchuan, now older, began moving around Spirit Hall freely. Once he could walk, he refused to wear dresses. Inherited angel blood gave him a cascade of golden hair and a face too adorable to be real.
Ah Yin broke through to Title Douluo, reaching level 93 after hunting a hundred-thousand-year sea beast. Spirit Hall declared her the continent's top healing and control-type soul master.
The soul bone she obtained—her left arm—was absorbed by Qian Xunji, who finally broke through to level 97. Aside from Qian Daoliu, he was now Spirit Hall's strongest. He could kite Golden Crocodile Douluo to death—purifying his soul power with divine energy even if he couldn't break his defense.
Qian Daoliu showered all the grandfatherly affection he'd once denied Qian Renxue onto Qian Renchuan. They spent the most time together, and Qian Renchuan genuinely respected him. He even lived in the Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu adored the boy—so mature, clever, and… strange. But he attributed it to divine blessing. A new prodigy of the angel bloodline. Spirit Hall's future had never been brighter.
Meanwhile, in the Clear Sky Sect—
One person still dreaded reincarnation: once Sea God and Asura God, the almighty Tang San.
He thought his rebirth in the Clear Sky Sect meant ease and glory. With foreknowledge, he'd dominate effortlessly.
But then reality slapped him: his invincible father, Tang Hao, had lost an arm and a leg and regressed into a beggar like in Saint Spirit Village.
And those missing limbs? Tang San recognized them—they were where the sect's two legendary soul bones were located. So his father… was now just a Soul Saint?!
Who could've done this?
Surely not Qian Daoliu. Tang Hao's full detonation plus legacy aura from Tang Chen should've been enough.
Then he learned it was Qian Xunji—in a one-on-one duel, no less.
Tang San nearly lost the will to live. Six-Winged Angel? Just a fast-train martial soul. He had never taken it seriously.
He had reached Soul Emperor level with an unringed Clear Sky Hammer and still crushed Soul Saints like Qian Renxue. How could his father lose?
Now old enough to move freely, Tang San faced his darkest days—bullied and beaten by the sect's younger generation.
Tang Hao's reputation was in ruins. No one dared touch him—but Tang Yuehua had Qian Xunji's protection. So all their resentment fell on little Tang San.
In his previous life, Elder Seven called him a bastard. Now? Who hadn't called him a bastard?
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