Melee archer with maxed-out Douluo luck

Chapter 202 Illusion, Returning to a Past Life, Where the Dream Begins

After Flander left, Oscar also stood up.

"I'll head back first, you guys chat."

After saying that, he didn't wait for their reply and went straight upstairs to his room.

Ma Hongjun originally wanted to run away with Oscar, but under the dual gazes of Tang San and Dai Mubai, his long-standing tyranny finally made him unable to hold on, and he awkwardly sat down again.

"Xiao Wu, go back and rest. You've had a long day."

Tang San turned his head and looked tenderly at Xiao Wu beside him.

"Well then, brother, you should get some rest too."

Xiao Wu glanced at the group of people with a somewhat confused expression. To her, everything that had happened today was very sudden.

"Alright, go on."

With his usual smile, Tang San urged Xiao Wu, who kept turning back to look at him.

"Um."

Xiao Wu responded and sped up, disappearing down the stairs.

Only four people remained at the table downstairs. Although the lights were fairly bright, the room felt somewhat dim at that moment.

"That bitch must die."

A muffled thud came from the table, the sound coming from Dai Mubai's side. His expression was ferocious, and he had smashed a hole in the table.

"We can't find her at all now. You heard what Dean Flander just said; it's as if she vanished into thin air."

"In a place like Heaven Dou Academy, she just disappeared like that. Don't you find that strange?"

Tang San glanced indifferently at the impotently furious Dai Mubai and said meaningfully.

He only realized this later. If Zhu Zhuqing's previous actions could be understood as her wanting to die together with others, her behavior after Dean Flander appeared was somewhat puzzling and difficult to explain.

You have to understand that under those circumstances, Flanders could have killed her out of sheer rage. What would she have gained from that?

Even if Zhu Zhuqing was dissatisfied with Frandra's biased actions, it shouldn't have come to this. If she really wanted to die together with him, pretending to agree and taking the opportunity to kill the fat man or him would be her best option.

Therefore, in Tang San's mind, he believed that there must be someone manipulating everything behind Zhu Zhuqing, otherwise she wouldn't have such confidence.

Upon hearing his words, Dai Mubai was taken aback for a moment, but then he shook his head and gave a wry smile: "Impossible. I know our families very well. They would never send anyone to protect us."

"If there's even the slightest possibility for me, it's completely impossible for her. Even if she had already sided with Davis before coming here, it's still impossible; Father wouldn't allow it."

Hearing Dai Mubai's words, Tang San frowned. Had he guessed wrong? Was Zhu Zhuqing really backed by no one?

Then, he noticed a hint of joy on Yu Xiaogang's face, as if he had thought of something.

The next second, he heard Yu Xiaogang speak: "Xiao San, Mu Bai, perhaps we don't need to look for her anymore, she should already be dead."

Although he said "should", both of them could hear the certainty in his tone. Yu Xiaogang seemed very certain that Zhu Zhuqing was dead.

"There are some things you'd better not ask. You'll find out when the time is right. All you need to know is that she's dead."

Yu Xiaogang regained his former confidence and became energetic again.

Back in Soto City, he had learned from Flander that Tang Hao had once appeared and warned Zhao Wuji.

Now, it's quite reasonable for Zhu Zhuqing, who fought against Tang San and even humiliated him, to disappear.

To make someone disappear silently in a place like the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, where there are three Soul Douluos, one's strength can only be that of a Title Douluo.

Now, the only person who can appear around them is their idol, Tang San's father, the former Haotian Douluo Tang Hao.

It seems that the idol has been hiding in the shadows, protecting his son. Zhu Zhuqing's disappearance proves that he supported his actions. It's just a pity that there's no hope for the Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

Hmm, perhaps we should think of a way to get Xiao San into the Royal Fighting Team.

Only in this way can he and his mistress prove themselves. It seems he needs to talk to his nephew, Yu Tianheng, to build a relationship.

Also, Qin Ming is a good breakthrough point for Flanders. Flanders handled things a bit unfairly this time, so let's consider it compensation for them as master and apprentice.

Tang San observed his expression, seemingly lost in thought.

Alright, let's see what other connections he, the teacher, has. But he won't be involved this time. If he fails again, don't blame him.

Keep in mind that even at this point, his hands were still throbbing with pain.

Damn it, when that healing-type Soul Master came before, he forgot to ask him to heal him as well.

"Alright, everyone go back and rest."

Yu Xiaogang turned his gaze to Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, clearly speaking to them.

Although Dai Mubai really wanted to ask him about the source of his information, seeing his posture and glancing at Tang San, and considering that he was indeed physically and mentally exhausted, he chose to leave.

Needless to say, Ma Hongjun stood up as soon as the master finished speaking and fled upstairs. Although he was forced to stay, he did not utter a word the entire time.

What he didn't see was that Dai Mubai and Tang San both had a cold glint in their eyes as they watched his back. To them, he had chosen a side but did nothing, which was itself a betrayal.

The traitor, however, remained unscathed after they had each suffered varying degrees of damage, and even seemed inclined to remain aloof. This alone was enough to fuel their discontent.

Dai Mubai had completely lost interest and went upstairs without even saying goodbye.

After confirming that the two had left, Yu Xiao looked at Tang San again.

"Don't worry, mistress. I have other ideas. Since this team can no longer help you, why not try switching to another team?"

"I'll go ask Tianheng, and then I'll have Flander talk to Qin Ming too. We two still have some influence, so maybe you can get directly into the first team, which would give us a better chance."

"You don't need to worry about this. I'll handle it. Just wait for my good news."

Seemingly sensing Tang San's distrust, Yu Xiaogang put in an extra effort at this moment.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, teacher."

Tang San was tempted, and his dissatisfaction with Yu Xiaogang lessened somewhat, but he remained quite vigilant. Fortunately, he didn't have to get involved this time, so at least he wouldn't suffer any unexpected losses.

"Alright, you should go back and rest too. Remember, temporary gains and losses don't matter. The one who laughs last laughs best."

Yu Xiaogang added a final word of advice, worried that a rift might develop between him and Tang San.

"Okay, I understand, teacher."

Tang San chose to believe again. After all, if Yu Xiaogang could succeed, it would be of great benefit to him. If he failed, well, then he wouldn't have to endure it anymore.

On the surface, the two have returned to their previous harmonious relationship of teacher-student affection and filial piety.

Unbeknownst to them, Han Li was already watching their every reaction from above the villa.

"Is Zhu Zhuqing considered dead? Yu Xiaogang thinks Tang Hao did it? Fine, let him be smug for a few days. I wonder what his reaction will be after Tang Dachui comes back and the two exchange information."

Han Li thought of Tang Hao, whom he had recently explored, who was still wandering in the Sunset Forest more than a hundred kilometers away, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

Watching Tang San bid farewell to Yu Xiaogang and head upstairs to his room, Han Li quietly descended and sat on the roof.

There's still a long time in the evening; he has plenty of time to play with him.

Upon returning to his room, Tang San did not immediately begin cultivating, but instead fell into silence.

He stared at his still throbbing hands, seemingly checking his injuries, but the murderous intent that occasionally flashed in his eyes meant that he was not as calm as he appeared.

After sitting at the table for a while, Tang San returned to his bed and entered a meditative state.

Han Li had already secretly used his authority to temporarily block the aura mist on his body and activated his soul bone skill, covering the entire villa with a higher mental intensity.

As Tang San's soul power began to circulate according to the Xuan Tian Gong's route, Han Li on the rooftop also simultaneously modified his soul power flow route, starting a trial run of the new program.

He was satisfied with the complete recording only after the synchronization was done twice.

After his brief test, it was found that, purely in terms of cultivation, there was indeed some improvement, but not much, especially considering that this was specifically for him.

It should be noted that Han Li had undergone the tempering of ice and fire, and even mastered the origin, so all his meridians were already fully unblocked. Even so, he still had a certain improvement. If it were someone else, the effect would be even more obvious.

"The basic cultivation techniques are all set. The rest are not suitable to be used now. It seems we'll have to enter the illusion realm first."

Muttering to himself, Han Li increased the output of his mental power, constructing a virtual mental world. Just to be on the safe side, he dragged everyone into it as well.

Inside the room, Tang San's soul power flowed slower and slower until it stopped on its own, as if he had entered a dream.

"Tang San, get up and go eat something. If you're late, there won't be any left in the kitchen. Today's mission is very demanding."

Tang San heard someone calling him, and the accent was very familiar. At this moment, his consciousness was still a little hazy.

"Okay."

As if by reflex, he answered and then opened his eyes.

Upon seeing the antique-style residence, he was momentarily stunned. Everything in front of him seemed both familiar and strange.

Wait, am I cultivating right now?

Hmm, what cultivation? I haven't finished my work for today. If I don't do it well, the elder will be angry.

Tang San quickly got up, but two different voices echoed in his mind, giving him a headache.

However, seeing the person who had called him earlier walk out, he quickly followed.

After assembling the hidden weapons for the day, Tang San dragged his tired body back to his room.

To his relief, although a voice kept ringing in his head, spouting nonsensical words, his body was not affected. Instead, he became incredibly familiar with his work and completed it smoothly.

Moreover, by the end of the day, he had figured out his identity: an outer disciple of the Bashu Tang Clan.

"If only we could be like those inner disciples, learn martial arts, and not have to work so hard."

The person who woke him up in the morning made a casual remark and then fell into a deep sleep.

Tang San sat at the table, his eyes unreadable.

Yes, he can learn martial arts. Once he learns those skills, he won't have to work so hard.

No, he shook his head again. He already knew it, and he had been planning to find an opportunity to study those techniques. Right, hadn't he already made preparations?

Two different thoughts were swirling in his mind, making him somewhat confused about what was wrong with him.

Just as his head was throbbing with pain, the two opposing forces seemed to reach an agreement—go to the library, where he could find all the answers.

Yes, the library, martial arts, inner sect.

Feeling somewhat agitated, he left the room and headed towards the location of the library he remembered.

(End of this chapter)