The students, who had long been irritated by Tang Chuan's arrogance and domineering attitude, couldn't hold back any longer.
A few stepped forward, their voices tinged with righteous indignation.
"Even if you're the boss, Tang Chuan, you can't block the door! And there's no girl named Jingjing in our academy!" one of the older students shouted.
"Go somewhere else if you want peace.
Why are you stopping us from getting lunch?" another added, shaking their head in exasperation.
The pressure in the classroom was palpable. Tang Chuan, the reincarnated God King, usually radiated authority and control.
But this time, his wrath had alienated almost everyone around him. Tang San, knowing how volatile his brother could be, quickly intervened.
He gently but firmly restrained Tang Chuan's hands and body, preventing him from lashing out at the part-time students.
The students, sensing that Tang San had taken control, cautiously stepped back, leaving the room in relative order.
Once the classroom had emptied, Tang San finally released his brother.
Tang Chuan's face was red with frustration, his chest heaving with effort as he tried to calm down.
"Tang San! What do you think you're doing? We're brothers!"
Tang Chuan's voice was both angry and trembling, a mixture of fury and heartbreak.
"Brother… I notice you've changed. You weren't like this back in the Holy Spirit Village," Tang San said, frustration mingling with concern.
He had suspected Tang Chuan of deliberately letting him absorb the ninety-nine-year Lone Bamboo Spirit Ring.
But now, after watching Tang Chuan absorb the centenary Evergreen Tree Spirit Ring, Tang San realized he had misjudged his brother.
A single crimson tear welled up in Tang Chuan's eye. Even the reincarnated God King, feared across generations, could be brought to the edge of despair.
"You don't understand, Xiao San! You understand nothing!" Tang Chuan's voice cracked, the weight of betrayal and helplessness pouring out of him.
He had risked everything to return to the starting point, searching for Xiao Wu, his wife across lifetimes.
And now, she had been taken away, right before his eyes, at the moment when he was most vulnerable.
"Brother Chuan… you don't mean…" Tang San began hesitantly, a guess forming in his mind.
Tang Chuan's expression twisted into anguish, and he roared into the sky.
"Why! Why does this happen to me! I did everything for her… and now she's gone! She… she's gone!"
The sound of thunder roared across the sky, mixing with the pitter-patter of the rain that had begun to fall outside.
The torrential downpour mirrored Tang Chuan's inner storm, the sky seeming to share in his grief.
His body trembled, and he sank further, the combined weight of past lives, current betrayal,
and unfulfilled longing pressing down on him.
Tang San could only watch helplessly, unsure of how to console the reincarnated God King.
Meanwhile, Xiao Wu had already sensed the change in the atmosphere.
Standing nearby with her young apprentice Wu Ling, she noticed Tang Chuan's bloodshot eyes and tense posture.
Wu Ling, only six years old, tugged at Xiao Wu's sleeve nervously.
"Master… does Tang Chuan have pink eye? His eyes are so red… so scary!" Wu Ling whispered, shivering slightly.
Xiao Wu pulled her little apprentice close. "Don't worry.
Master will take care of everything. You'll be safe."
Wu Ling peeked at Fu Ye, who was busy in the kitchen preparing meals.
The young girl couldn't help but notice the strength and authority radiating from him, even though he was gentle and kind.
Despite his handsome appearance, she felt a subtle danger in his presence...a reminder that he was not to be underestimated.
"Once you get to know him, Wu Ling, you won't be scared anymore.
He's gentle and kind, but strong," Xiao Wu said, her voice calm yet filled with reassurance.
Thinking back, Xiao Wu recalled her days as the White Rabbit cushion sixteen years ago.
Back then, she had been curious and bold, trying to surprise Fu Ye, only to be intimidated by his overwhelming aura.
Now, fully transformed into her human form, she felt empowered, confident, and capable of asserting herself.
Xiao Wu had grown from a simple pet into a capable spirit master, and now she was taking on the role of a mentor herself, guiding Wu Ling while protecting those she cared about.
Wu Ling looked up at Xiao Wu, her eyes bright. "I'll ask the master later," she said softly.
Xiao Wu smiled warmly, feeling a sense of pride and affection for her young disciple.
"Master, you have a great figure. Wu Ling is so happy to have you as a partner," the little girl said, her voice full of innocence and admiration.
Fu Ye, hearing their conversation from the kitchen, couldn't help but smile.
It warmed his heart to see the bond forming between Xiao Wu and Wu Ling, and it reminded him of the growth and resilience of those around him.
Tang Chuan, on the other hand, remained outside, rain soaking him, eyes still red and filled with a mix of anger, sorrow, and helplessness.
His mind raced with thoughts of Xiao Wu and the irreversibility of her choice.
Even the reincarnated God King, the ultimate figure of strength and authority, could be brought to his knees by emotions that transcended time.
The rain continued to pour, drenching the world and adding a layer of quiet reflection. Tang Chuan's heart, heavy with loss and longing, began to slowly steady.
But the pain, the jealousy, and the helplessness would linger, a reminder that even gods and kings could be vulnerable when it came to matters of the heart.
Outside the warmth of the kitchen and the classroom, the world carried on.
Life moved forward, growth continued, and bonds were strengthened.
Xiao Wu had successfully transitioned from a simple pet to a powerful young master, Tang Chuan had learned the weight of loss and emotion, and Tang San continued to navigate the delicate balance between mischief, loyalty, and brotherly duty.
This day, marked by torrential rain, bloodshot eyes, and unspoken truths, became a pivotal moment for all of them....a moment where strength, emotion, and human connection intertwined.
Even the reincarnated God King, though fallen to the ground, understood one truth clearly: some things, no matter how much power one holds, cannot be seized by force.
And with that understanding, Tang Chuan finally allowed himself to rise, drenched in rain, but not defeated.
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