Chapter 93: Shui Bing'er
Within the younger generation of the Tang family, Tang San occupied a specific position that could best be summed up in four words: hated by all.
Ever since Qian Xunji's visit to the Clear Sky Sect nearly four years ago, he had orchestrated the sect into spiraling internal conflict. Especially among the younger generation, there were now clear divisions: the sect master's faction versus the elders' faction. Both sides loathed Tang San.
The sect master's faction merely saw him as a bastard born of a lowly maid. Though they didn't beat or curse him, they also never gave him a kind look, much less defended him.
The elders' faction, on the other hand, blamed Tang Hao—their symbol of bad luck—and Tang Yuehua—the traitorous ingrate—for ruining the Clear Sky Sect. But no one dared confront them directly. Instead, they vented their frustration on Tang San from time to time.
Tang Hao was always drunk and sleeping, utterly ignoring his son's daily beatings.
The sect disciples were careful—never breaking bones or sending him to bed for days. But the pain was very real.
If Tang San ever felt any warmth, it was from his uncle Tang Xiao. Every time Tang San returned beaten and bruised, Tang Xiao could only offer comfort, telling him, "Once you awaken your martial soul at six, things will get better."
Tang San even asked if he could leave the sect. Sure, he didn't lack food or shelter, but the constant bullying made his life miserable. The humiliation he suffered in this life might rival the 25 years he spent becoming a god in his previous one.
He even thought living in Saint Spirit Village—hungry, dressed in rags, caring for his father every day—had been better than this.
But Tang Xiao wouldn't allow it. He loved Ah Yin and had vowed never to marry. Though Tang San was the result of a drunken accident, he treated him like a nephew—like his own son.
Because his mother had no soul power, even with Tang Hao's once-in-a-century talent, the child's potential would be limited. Tang San had to be carefully nourished—if he were malnourished, it might impact the quality of his Clear Sky Hammer.
After all, the previous leader of the Strength Clan—Titan's father—had married a direct Tang family woman with a low-grade hammer. Their child ended up inheriting the Giant Ape soul instead. If her hammer had been top-tier, things would've been different.
Thanks to Tang Xiao's efforts—and more importantly, Xuan Tian Gong—Tang San's brown hair had slowly begun turning light blue.
Spirit Hall.
Above a training platform, the radiant light of the Six-Winged Angel shone brilliantly. Five soul rings floated beneath her feet: one yellow, one purple, and three black.
Three years had passed. Qian Renxue's cultivation had increased by 12 levels. Two ten-thousand-year soul rings and an angelic soul bone had raised her total growth by 17 levels. She was now level 55.
With the vast resources of Spirit Hall, medicinal herbs, divine-tier martial soul, innate full soul power—and under Qian Xunji's brutal training—this speed was impressive.
In the original story, the Shrek Seven Devils only grew by around 17 levels over five years after the tournament, with the most talented gaining 19.
Qian Renxue's opponent now was a newly advanced Soul Sage Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master, cloaked in blue-purple lightning, body covered in blue dragon scales, and wings sprouting from his back. Seven rings—two yellow, two purple, three black—surrounded his feet.
Qian Xunji had written to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and borrowed him from Yu Yuanzhen for 10,000 gold soul coins. He was Qian Renxue's final test—a balanced, full-spectrum martial soul user like her own.
As for her soul rings? She had to reveal them eventually. Keeping them secret was pointless. Let the world speculate all they wanted.
Qian Renchuan asked, "Dad, can Sis beat him?"
"Yu Xiaotian's raw strength surpasses hers. Whether she wins depends on how well she's mastered her skills and if she seizes the right opportunity."
Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back. Qian Renchuan was already brilliant—though not quite on his level, he was still top-tier on this continent. With his combat experience, he didn't need Qian Renxue's brutal training. Just watching was enough.
Ah Yin said, "Husband, in a few days it's the Upper Three Sects' gathering. Are you bringing Xue'er to the Clear Sky Sect?"
"Of course. Training only with Spirit Hall members limits her growth. Yu Xiaotian is just the first step."
Hearing this, Qian Renchuan's eyes flashed coldly. So it's those naturally wicked Tang Clan people. Sis is going to deal with them. When I grow up and awaken my martial soul, I'll crush them too. Even without an excuse, with my Tang Sect poison techniques, I'll secretly wipe out all those corrupt scum!
"And it's about time we set Little Chuan up with a fiancée. We'll handle that on this trip too."
Qian Renchuan's face turned bright red. He had spent 29 years obsessed with hidden weapons, never thinking about love. Even in the outer sect of the Tang Clan, all the pretty girls had been taken by inner disciples.
Ah Yin frowned slightly. "Isn't it a bit too early? Little Chuan isn't even four."
"It's just an engagement. She's got innate level-nine soul power and a top-tier martial soul. Gifted girls like her are incredibly rare. Though her martial soul seems flawed, it can be corrected."
Qian Xunji looked down at Qian Renchuan. "What do you think of my choice, Little Chuan?"
Qian Renchuan answered solemnly, "A father's will is law. If you say so, I will honor it."
In his mind, a parent's command was sacred. He had studied the theory: innate level-nine soul power was a rare treasure, especially in a girl. His father wasn't doing this to harm him. He wouldn't question it.
A top-tier girl, born with flaws, at this time… there was only one match—Shui Bing'er.
In the original story, she was the top student of Tianshui Academy. Youngest of the group. Gifted, gentle, intelligent, beloved by all her peers. A complete contrast to Xiao Wu—who was reckless, foul-mouthed, impulsive, and brainless.
Was Shui Bing'er a hopeless romantic? Maybe. But with so little written about her, no one could be sure. Regardless, someone who could earn the love of hundreds of academy girls had to be smart and capable.
With celestial herbs and Qian Renchuan's help, she'd definitely become a god. She had brains, strength, and potential—and unlike Xiao Wu, she wasn't just a tool or love object.
If Shui Bing'er lacked anything compared to Xiao Wu, it was probably looks. In the original, she and Huo Wu were considered rivals, both just a step below peerless beauty.
But appearance? That could be fixed during divine transformation.
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