In Douluo, there is a way to die.

Chapter 140 Changes in Shrek Academy
"Outer disciple Tang San!"

"You have stolen our sect's secret techniques; do you know your crime?!"

A thunderous sound seemed to explode in his ears, and Tang San gradually came back to his senses from his confusion.

The biting cold wind howled past, like a razor, cutting into his face and penetrating his lungs.

He looked down and saw that he was still wearing that familiar yet unfamiliar robe. Within the wide sleeves, he could vaguely sense three "foreign objects" hidden inside.

Tang San subconsciously shook his hand and took the three "foreign objects" into his hand. His pupils shrank involuntarily. They were three objects that looked like lotus flowers, about to bloom. This was the first mechanical hidden weapon of the Tang Clan, the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, which no one had been able to make in two hundred years!
...It was as if everything in Douluo Continent was just his fantasy before his death, and he returned to "that day".

With his mind reeling, Tang San could no longer distinguish between reality and dream. When he looked up, the elders of the Tang Clan had formed a circle around him and were gradually closing in. Behind him was the infamous "Ghost's Bane"—his death ground, the place where everything ended, or perhaps the place where a new life would begin.

He licked his slightly chapped lips, looking at the seventeen aged figures glaring at him angrily. His throat went dry. As an outer disciple of the Tang Clan, he knew every elder of the inner Tang Clan.

Just as he remembered doing, Tang San knelt down in front of the elders with a thud. He then placed the three Buddha's Wrath Lotuses on the ground in front of him, deliberately exposing them to the elders' view at an angle that everyone could see, as if silently expressing something.

However, the astonishment and shock that the elders should have felt upon seeing the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus did not reach his ears. He raised his head somewhat blankly, only to see the current head of the Tang Clan, Master Tang, who had lived for more than two cycles of sixty years, looking at him calmly. After a long while, he let out a sigh.

The "day" in my memory seems to have deviated at this moment.

"You're the baby Tang Lan brought back back then, right?" Mr. Tang broke the silence first, his aged voice carried by the cold wind into his ears.

Tang Lan, an elder of the outer sect of the Tang Clan, was also the one who adopted Tang San. He had no wife or children and had always treated Tang San as his own son and grandson for many years. He passed away peacefully three years before the incident involving Tang San.

"...Yes." The scene that he had never seen before made Tang San feel a little flustered.

"The Tang Clan raised you from childhood, taught you to read and write, have they ever let you go thirsty or hungry, or mistreated you in the slightest?" Master Tang's tone remained calm.

"...No." The howling wind seemed to disappear completely at that moment. Tang San instinctively lowered his head, and all he could hear was his own breathing.

"Judging from the depth of your Xuan Tian Gong internal energy, you have been cultivating it for more than twenty years, and you are not even thirty years old yet," Master Tang's voice was like a sharp arrow, piercing deeply into Tang San's heart, "How can you face Tang Lan?"

Tang San lowered his head and did not answer Master Tang's question. Over the years, he had been deliberately avoiding this issue, using the excuse that "outer disciples are not allowed to learn inner sect secrets" and that it was an injustice of heaven to numb himself.

As he told more and more lies, he eventually deceived himself, believing that the "Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record" rightfully belonged to him and that the Tang Clan had treated him unfairly.

"This disciple just wants to prove himself..." Tang San felt his throat was a little dry, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed.

"Tang San, you're not trying to prove your talent," Master Tang didn't give him a chance to explain, directly and forcefully interrupting him, his gaze filled with nothing but cold indifference, "You just want to mock us for being blind and not handing over the 'Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record' to you openly and personally twenty years ago."

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, his breathing paused for a moment, and his expression shifted between light and shadow.

"Tang San, the Tang Clan owes you nothing," Master Tang's voice grew colder, "Do you know what kind of infamy your actions will bring upon Tang Lan? So much so that even in death he will not find peace?"

All the emotions, as Mr. Tang finished speaking, ultimately transformed into the ferocity on Tang San's face.

What did I do wrong?

How could a disciple from the outer sect have the opportunity to learn the inner sect's "Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record"?

He stole the "Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record" at the age of nine, and now he has created the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, which has been lost for two hundred years. This is an achievement that even the entire Tang Clan cannot reach. Doesn't this prove that the inner disciples of the Tang Clan are all charlatans?!

...I did nothing wrong!

With a flick of his sleeve, he gathered up the three Buddha's Wrath Lotuses in front of him and flung them toward Master Tang's detestable face. Then, without looking back, he leaped down from the "Ghost's Sorrow" tree.

This is the Tang Clan, but not his Tang Clan!

In the final moment of the dream, he still looked back at where the elders were, but he still couldn't see the scene he was looking forward to: the elders panicking and fleeing for their lives in a disheveled manner.

Mr. Tang remained calm, speaking indifferently amidst the flames erupting from the Buddha's Wrath Lotus.

"Tang San, without Tang Lan, you would have died long ago in some unknown corner."

Shrek Academy, boys' dormitory.

No...no!!
Tang San suddenly woke up with a start, clutching his chest and panting heavily. His back was soaked with sweat, and the bed beneath him was also wet.

He covered his face with one hand, sometimes crying, sometimes sneering. His complex emotions seemed to be out of control, changing in countless ways on his face without warning, like a demon from hell.

Ever since that day when he fought the girl with the blue-green hair, a strong sense of unease began to spread in his heart. He felt as if the reality he had known for the past twelve years had been shattered. Why did the other party also know his ultimate technique?

Could it be that the Tang Clan's lineage also exists in this world?
Or is it that I haven't actually traveled through time, and this is still my original world, just in the future, many years from now?
In an instant, Tang San's face became as ferocious as in his dream. No, even if the Tang Sect's legacy existed in this world, it should have been brought down by him; even if the "Tang Sect" existed in this world, it should have been established by him!
These past few days he hadn't been sleeping well. In his dreams, he would always recall things from his past life, or the scene of fighting with that girl that day. To numb himself, he immersed himself in cultivation every night. But this night, he accidentally fell asleep again.

He glanced at the bed next to him; Oscar sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, clearly in meditation.

In Tang San's understanding, "meditation" is undoubtedly the least efficient way of cultivation. Even the Douluo people cannot identify their own "meridians". With the "Mysterious Heaven Skill", he can be said to be a dimensional reduction attack on all the soul masters in the world!
Heaven gave him a chance to live again with the memories of his past life, not to let him relive all the regrets of his past life—he should be the most prominent "protagonist" of this era!
A sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

Regardless of who that girl is, having stolen his secret techniques, she has already met her demise. If he has another chance in the future, he will surely retaliate with lightning speed and kill her!
After finishing his cultivation of the Purple Demon Eye in the early morning, Tang San went to the cafeteria for breakfast. When he finished eating, Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, and Ma Hongjun also appeared in the cafeteria.

Xiao Wu quickly filled her own breakfast bowl with two steamed buns and a bowl of rice porridge with hardly any rice grains. It was a very simple meal, certainly not enough to meet the nutritional standards of a young Soul Master, but it was enough to fill her stomach. She then quickly took the breakfast and sat down opposite Tang San, looking at him with concern.

She could also sense the changes in Tang San after that day. Since then, Tang San had become less talkative, much more silent than before, and often seemed lost in thought.

Tang San felt a warmth in his heart. The reason he had been able to hold on until now without completely collapsing was entirely due to the emotional support his younger sister, Xiao Wu. Without Xiao Wu, he couldn't imagine what he would have become after seeing the Tang Clan's ultimate techniques on other people.

That girl with long, light blue hair had insulted Xiao Wu's family. Even if it's just for Xiao Wu's sake, he will definitely make her pay the price!
He shook his head at Xiaowu, indicating that he was alright. Xiaowu was relieved and put her completely unnutritious breakfast into her mouth.

That day, they were taken to Shrek Academy by Flander. After waking up, they were recruited by Flander. Flander openly pointed out that the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon on Tang San's body was a gift from an old friend. He also boasted that Shrek Academy "only accepts monsters," and that its most outstanding student was currently the youngest elder of the Spirit Hall, and so on.

Under Yu Xiaogang's recommendation, Tang San and Xiao Wu, who had already intended to join Shrek Academy, were further misled by Flander and ended up being admitted through this "back door" method. Naturally, they did not have the test that Zhao Wuji personally put them through in the original history, and Tang San was unable to show off his unparalleled hidden weapon skills in front of his peers.

Of course, the two of them still had to pay the fees they were owed. Not only did they have to pay the tuition fee of 100 gold soul coins each, but they also had to pay the registration fee of 10 gold soul coins each. Flander was not a generous person, and even close brothers had to keep clear accounts.

Dai Mubai, on the other hand, had a gloomy face and was stuffing a steamed bun into his mouth as if he were dealing with an enemy. Compared to the past, he had obviously lost some of his masculine energy and instead had gained a bit more of a feminine feel.

Ma Hongjun, on the other hand, was doing the opposite, gulping down mouthfuls of cooled rice porridge as if trying to cool himself down. Compared to when Tang San and Xiao Wu first met him, he had actually gotten a few more pounds, looking like a lump of rotten flesh that had been severely soaked in water and was swollen.

This is also the change that began on that day. Since that day, Dai Mubai's manhood has been destroyed. Even if Flander found the best healing-type soul master in the entire Soto City, he was powerless to help. Perhaps only the Holy Healing Douluo Ye Renxin in this world has the possibility of limb regeneration and restoration, but after all, he is a healing-type titled Douluo with connections all over the world. What qualifications does Flander have to contact him?

To vent his anger, Dai Mubai began to immerse himself in the Soul Arena all day long. Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar could all sense the change in Dai Mubai, and to avoid provoking him, they had stopped trying to provoke him in recent days.

Until yesterday, due to poor health, Dai Mubai suffered a defeat in the Soul Battle and returned home in disgrace. On his way back to the academy, he was mocked by Ning Rongrong, who still had the personality of a young lady.

But Ning Rongrong had no idea that he had really become a eunuch. This immediately stepped on Dai Mubai's landmine. With a few swipes, if it weren't for the others stopping her, Ning Rongrong would have been cut into pieces. Now that Dai Mubai had lost his manhood, no matter how pitiful Ning Rongrong looked, he would no longer show any mercy to any beautiful woman. Moreover, he had been crippled by a beautiful woman. Out of revenge, he would only be more ruthless. He didn't utter the original historical phrase, "both rape and kill."

Ma Hongjun, on the other hand, was relatively calm for a while. After Dai Mubai's accident, he was so scared that he didn't even dare to leave the academy and didn't dare to go to brothels to spend money and vent his anger. During this period, he relied on physical means to tough it out, for fear of ending up like Dai Mubai.

The day after Dai Mubai's accident, Flander and Zhao Wuji left the academy. According to Shrek Academy's tradition, the students understood that the two were going to avenge Dai Mubai. However, on the third day, they were found outside the city by the Spirit Hall and carried back, their faces pale and lifeless.

Even Flander and Zhao Wuji, two Soul Saints, were figures that Ma Hongjun couldn't afford to offend. For the sake of his future, Ma Hongjun felt he should tighten his belt and stay put for a while longer; he still wanted to enjoy himself.

The only thing that hadn't changed was that Ning Rongrong was once again ostracized by the "monster" clique at Shrek Academy, and spent the whole night questioning her existence.

After everyone finished breakfast, the bell rang for class. Soon, everyone except Oscar gathered on the playground. Even Ning Rongrong, who had dark circles under her eyes, arrived first, looking haggard and depressed.

Before long, Flander, his face now flushed, finally arrived. His eyes, hidden behind his black-rimmed glasses, swept over the students, and he frowned, his expression displeased: "Where's Oscar? This second period can't be held without him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Oscar rushed out of the dormitory, his face filled with excitement. His excited voice grew louder and louder, reaching everyone's ears: "Dean! Dean! I broke through! I'm level 30!"

(End of this chapter)