Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

"Teacher, you've gone a bit too far!"

Tang San glared at Xuan Zi, his chest heaving violently, his tone filled with anger.

But his eyes were too clear and bright, and with his slightly reddened eyes, they not only lacked any intimidating power, but also revealed a hint of indescribable coquettishness.

Xuanzi raised an eyebrow, circled Tang San halfway around, his scrutinizing gaze undisguised, and clicked his tongue: "I have to say, Xiao San, you really have the potential to be a woman."

"..."

Tang San felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze, goosebumps forming all over his body. He quickly shrank back, his voice becoming weaker: "Teacher, let's... let's change the subject."

That old man's eyes are truly terrifying.

“Alright.” Xuanzi readily agreed, then dropped the playfulness on his face, turned around with his back to Tang San, put one hand behind his back, looked up at the waning moon in the sky, and his back view exuded a sense of unfathomable mystery.

He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice, carrying a heavy solemnity: "Xiao San, I'm going to tell you an important secret, and a surprise."

"You should prepare yourself mentally."

Tang San's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly forgot all about his embarrassment.

Surprise? Secret?
Could it be that this old man is hiding some trump card?
Is it a rare and precious treasure that can help him break through his cultivation realm, or a cultivation resource?

Or perhaps it was a secret technique that the imposter from the divine realm secretly passed on to him, which he now wants to pass on to him?
Countless thoughts exploded in his mind, Tang San's breathing became rapid, and his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness as he eagerly awaited what would happen next.

Xuanzi's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of the vicissitudes of time: "I've kept this secret year after year."

"Now that Mu En is dead, and Long Xiaoyao is dead, there is no one left in this world who can stop me. It's time to tell you."

“You are my personal disciple, and you have the right to know all this.”

"Gulu——"

Tang San swallowed hard, his palms sweating.

Could this old man really be hiding some earth-shattering secret?
Xuanzi slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Tang San's shocked face. His words, each one clear as a thunderclap, resonated deeply:
"Tang San, I am actually the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult."

"boom!"

These words struck Tang San like a bolt of lightning, leaving his mind blank for a moment.

He stared blankly at Xuanzi, as if he didn't understand what she meant.

A few seconds later, he suddenly came to his senses, his pupils contracted sharply, his face drained of color, and his voice trembled: "So...so all those things that happened before weren't accidents?!"

The death of Mu En, the fall of Long Xiaoyao, and the chaos at the Soul Master Competition...

Could it be that this old man was behind all this?

“That’s right.” Xuanzi nodded, his tone eerily calm, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"???"

Tang San stared in disbelief at the ragged old beggar before him, feeling a chill run from his feet to the top of his head.

Not right.

Something is wrong.

All he wanted to do now was turn around and run, to get as far away from this terrifying old man as possible.

Xuanzi didn't give him a chance to escape. Instead, he took a step forward, staring intently at him, and threw out a second, even more mind-blowing question: "Xiao San, do you know how the Holy Spirit Cult came about?"

Tang San shook his head stiffly, his mind a complete mess, even the thought of escaping was swept away by this sudden question.

Xuanzi's voice suddenly rose, filled with an almost fanatical devotion: "Our establishment of the Holy Spirit Cult is the last wish of our ancestor Tang San!"

"Back then, our ancestor destroyed the City of Slaughter, seemingly to prevent more people from falling into evil, but in reality, he liberated our ancestors! It was he who allowed the evil soul masters to see the light of day again and rebuild the world!" "Therefore, let us praise our ancestor Tang San!"

"Without his brilliant wisdom and his decisive act of destroying the City of Slaughter, my ancestors trapped in hell would probably have remained in that dark and hopeless place forever!"

Tang San:"???"

He was completely stunned.

No, I destroyed the Killing City back then just because I didn't want more people to get the Killing Domain and become madmen who only know how to kill!

Who the hell ever thought about liberating you evil spirit masters?!

At this moment, Tang San belatedly realized—was following this old man the right choice?

He felt as if he had stepped into a carefully woven trap, and the trap's creator was none other than the teacher he had respected for so long.

Xuanzi, completely oblivious to Tang San's breakdown, became increasingly agitated as he spoke, stepping forward to grab his shoulder, his eyes blazing with fanaticism: "Now that the Holy Spirit Cult has been destroyed, as the Supreme Elder, it is my duty to revive the cult!"

"And you, Tang San!"

"As my personal disciple and a descendant of the Tang Clan, you should inherit the legacy of your ancestors and become a holy son of the Holy Spirit Cult!"

He clapped his hands sharply, his tone resolute: "Little mistress, tomorrow! I will use Xu Jiawei's death to reveal your identity as the Holy Spirit Cult's Holy Son to the entire continent!"

"At that time, all you need to do is accompany your teacher and lead the Holy Spirit Church to glory and greatness once again!"

"However, the two of us, master and disciple, are ultimately outnumbered and outmatched. Therefore..."

Xuanzi abruptly changed the subject, raising his voice towards the dense forest behind him:
"Come out, you two."

Tang San froze, instinctively following Xuanzi's gaze.

Two familiar figures slowly emerged from the dark woods.

The moment Tang San saw those two faces, his pupils contracted sharply, the last trace of color drained from his face, and he was completely stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Beibei?

Tang Ya?

How could it be them?!
"Why are you two here?"

Tang San's voice trembled as an extreme fear instantly swept over his entire body.

An utterly absurd idea began to grow uncontrollably in his mind—

Could it be that the person who orchestrated all of this from beginning to end was this seemingly insane old beggar standing before me?
Tang Ya and Bei Bei approached, respectfully clasped their hands and bowed to Tang San, their voices in unison, filled with deep reverence:
"Greetings, His Royal Highness the Holy Son."

Xuanzi laughed heartily, patted Tang San on the shoulder, and said with great pride, "Little San, look! With the two of them fully supporting you, how can the Holy Spirit Cult not be revived?"

"That Shrek Academy is nothing but a place that uses the name of our ancestors to swindle and deceive. They worship false ancestors!"

"Only we, only our Holy Spirit Church, are the true place to believe in our ancestors and carry on their legacy!"

Xuanzi's voice still echoed in his ears, but Tang San could not hear anything anymore.

He stood there blankly, his mind a complete blank, as if he had lost the ability to think.

The cold night wind swept by, carrying fallen leaves and lifting the wisps of hair on his forehead.

Tang San finally realized with absolute clarity that he had been set up.

...(End of chapter)