Chapter 96 Ah Yin: My child, is he dead?!
Ah Yin clutched her chest, where the pain felt like it was being sawed back and forth by a rusty, blunt knife.
She remembered that rainy night.
She remembers the excruciating pain of childbirth.
She remembered taking one last look at the child before she offered herself as a sacrifice.
At that time, she thought it was a continuation of her life.
She believed that Tang San was so precocious and sensible because he inherited her and Tang Hao's excellent bloodline, and because Heaven had taken pity on the suffering their family had endured.
It turns out that's not the case.
Absolutely not!
That was a twenty-nine-year-old wandering ghost!
He's an old monster from another world!
Taking advantage of her weakened state immediately after childbirth, he broke in like a robber, killed her real son, then put on her son's body and comfortably enjoyed her and Tang Hao's love!
"Vomit..."
Ah Yin could no longer hold back and bent over, retching violently.
She felt so dirty.
Over the years, she has shown concern and care for the man who killed her son. After her resurrection, she hugged him and called him "the mistress." She was even proud of his achievements.
This is absolutely the most disgusting joke in the world!
"No...this isn't real..."
Tang Hao also came to his senses at this moment. He suddenly raised his head, his face covered with tears, and reached out to pull Ah Yin.
"Ah Yin, listen to me, maybe the sky curtain is mistaken..."
"Don't touch me!"
Ah Yin abruptly shook off Tang Hao's hand.
The tenderness that once filled her eyes was gone, replaced only by a deep sense of unfamiliarity and terror.
"How long are you going to keep lying to yourself?"
"Brother Hao!"
"Look at those eyes! Look at the baby's eyes!"
"Is that the look a child should have?"
Ah Yin pointed at the sky, her fingers trembling violently.
"So he wasn't our child at all!"
"Our child was eaten by him the moment he was born!"
This piercing accusation shattered the last shred of hope in Tang Hao's heart.
That arrogant Haotian Douluo.
That tough guy who once dared to wield his hammer even when facing numerous Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall.
At this moment, however, he was like a child who had done something wrong, slumped on the ground, holding his head, and whimpering like a wild beast.
...
The sky did not stop because of the parents' breakdown.
It continues to present the truth fairly, objectively, and cruelly.
On the huge screen, the blood-red characters changed again.
The new annotations, line by line, were like scalpels, stripping Tang San, the "transmigrator," bare.
[Main Character's Identity Revealed]
Name: Tang San
[Original Identity: Outer Disciple of the Tang Clan in Sichuan]
[Age: 29 years old at the time of time travel (mental age far beyond that of his peers)]
[Crimes: Stealing inner sect techniques, remaining unrepentant, and jumping off a cliff to prove his innocence in order to escape punishment. After transmigrating, he maliciously devoured the original soul, constituting an act of possession.]
[Classification: Time traveler, body seizeer]
These few lines of text were published.
The entire Douluo Continent was in complete uproar.
Time traveler!
This term is unfamiliar to most people.
But everyone can clearly see the meaning behind the words "Bashu Tang Clan", "stealing secret techniques", and "twenty-nine years old".
The direction of the Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong, dressed in the papal robes, was sitting on her throne, her expression grave as she pondered a solution.
Upon seeing this, she was taken aback.
Immediately, an extremely absurd expression appeared on that stunningly beautiful face.
She let out a long sigh.
That sigh carried three parts sarcasm, three parts relief, and four parts lament for the cruel twists of fate.
"I see."
Bibi Dong shook her head and gently tapped the ground with the scepter in her hand.
"I have never been able to understand how Tang San could possess such profound cunning at such a young age, and how he could produce such exquisite hidden weapons that even I have never seen before."
"I once thought he was an unparalleled genius, a nemesis sent by heaven to restrain my Spirit Hall."
"I even felt a pang of regret for his talent."
At this point, a cold glint appeared on Bibi Dong's lips.
"Now it seems he's just an old thief who's lived two lives."
"Using what they brought from their previous life, they play tricks and bully a bunch of real children in this world."
"Twenty-nine years old..."
"Plus the age in this lifetime."
"His true mental age is probably a whole generation older than Nana's."
"How could he have the audacity to participate in that All-Continent Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies and compete against a bunch of teenagers?"
"Truly...shameless."
Although Bibi Dong spoke softly, every word felt like a slap in the face to Tang San.
The Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo standing beside her were also looking at each other in bewilderment.
"Old Ghost, am I seeing things?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo pinched his orchid-like fingers, his face displaying a variety of expressions.
"So this Tang San is actually an old man who's almost fifty?"
"No wonder this kid is so ruthless; he doesn't act like a teenager at all."
Even Ghost Douluo's face, which was usually hidden in the black mist, revealed a hint of disdain.
"Possessing another's body and being reborn—this is the behavior of an evil spirit master."
"Even worse than evil spirit masters."
"Even evil spirit masters at least find a substitute in this world, but this kid directly crosses over to possess another body."
"The Haotian Sect prides itself on being a prestigious and righteous sect, but I never expected to produce such a thing."
...
The Imperial Palace of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, is standing on the terrace, gazing in the direction of Tianshui City.
The teacup in her hand shattered with a "crack" as she squeezed it.
The scalding tea dripped through her fingers, but she was completely unaware.
Her chest heaved violently, and her usually gentle and refined face was now filled with shame, anger, and resentment.
"Tang San..."
Qian Renxue gritted her teeth and squeezed out those two words.
All along.
Tang San was her greatest rival, even her "inner demon."
She admired his talent, respected his genius, and even developed a peculiar affection for him.
She felt that Tang San was the only person of her age in the world worthy of being her opponent.
Although she was unwilling to accept losing to Tang San, she was also convinced of his defeat.
Because she felt it was because she was less skilled than others.
But now.
The sky told her.
The "young genius" she regarded as her nemesis was actually an old man with memories and skills from his previous life.
That feeling.
It's like you painstakingly level up in this game and, through your own skill, reach second place in the entire server.
It turned out that the top player in the entire server was a GM who was using cheats.
Moreover, this GM is particularly shameless. He's clearly an adult, but he insists on pretending to be a newbie and hiding in the newbie village, playing dumb to take advantage of others.
"You bastard!"
Qian Renxue slammed her hand on the railing.
The hard white jade railing instantly turned into dust.
"I thought you were mature beyond your years and incredibly intelligent."
"It was all an act!"
"The hidden weapons were stolen, the martial arts techniques were brought along, and even the person was fake!"
"I spent ages talking to a man more than ten years older than me about fair competition?"
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