Melee archer with maxed-out Douluo luck

Chapter 203 Actually, you never created the Buddha's Wrath Lotus; it was just your imagination.

Throughout the entire Tang Sect, perhaps because it was already night, Tang San did not encounter anyone as he walked along.

In front of the Sutra Pavilion, Tang San hesitated for a moment. Not finding any guards, he carefully pushed open the closed door and slipped inside.

In a daze, he found himself on the top floor of the library, standing in front of a special box.

Everything went so smoothly that it was somewhat beyond his expectations, as if everything here was prepared specifically for him.

As he was still pondering, his hand instinctively reached around the mechanism on the box and opened it without him noticing. Several books lay quietly inside, making his heart beat a little faster.

But when his gaze fell on the words on the book, he froze.

Familiar memories returned to his brain, and at this moment, all his memories had been restored.

He picked up a few books and looked around at the surrounding buildings with a sense of nostalgia, noticing that some details had become somewhat blurry.

"Am I dreaming? Have I really forgotten so many things?"

His expression was somewhat bitter, but instead of moving around, he chose to sit down cross-legged in the same spot.

As he rubbed his hands against several Tang Sect martial arts manuals that were already somewhat faded, for some reason, he suddenly felt a desire to revisit the classics of the Tang Sect.

"Well, perhaps I'm just too tired today. I'll just go with the flow."

Tang San was no stranger to the idea of ​​acting on a whim. In his opinion, his dream today was perhaps a result of his restless mind.

Since that's the case, then he'll do as he pleases. Besides, he really misses those days. Putting aside his father and Xiao Wu, those were his happiest times.

Calming himself down, Tang San began to flip through the book in his hands, reading with great interest. Even though he already knew the contents by heart, he was completely absorbed in it.

Of course, besides him, Han Li was also watching with great interest. Although he couldn't understand some of the content immediately, he wasn't in a hurry. The tool was right in front of him; if he still couldn't learn it, he might as well find a block of tofu and kill himself.

Besides, she's my girlfriend, what more could I ask for?

And so, one person reminisced, while the other copied, neither disturbing the other, which was quite interesting.

After memorizing everything, Han Li did not deliberately guide the dream, but let Tang San freely express himself and sketch out the Tang Clan from his memories.

Under Tang San's subconscious control, the scenes in the illusion began to jump around rapidly.

First, Tang San inexplicably caught the attention of Tang Da. Then, in the illusion, Tang San began to sweep through the obstacles, becoming the first person in the history of the Tang Sect to be promoted from an outer disciple to an inner disciple.

"Wow, so in his subconscious, he's still the protagonist of a wish-fulfillment novel?"

Han Li found it somewhat amusing, but he could also understand it, since this was Tang San's "dream," and he could naturally do whatever he wanted.

Of course, while Han Li was observing Tang San with great interest, he also made sure to record all of Tang San's cultivation routes and techniques, which went surprisingly smoothly.

As for the reason, it is of course because our protagonist Tang San, a protagonist of a wish-fulfillment novel, demonstrated extremely outstanding talent throughout the entire process.

He engages in skillful duels, guides fellow disciples with poor comprehension in their cultivation, possesses great love, and cares equally for every fellow disciple. He embodies all these shining qualities, making him the perfect template for a top-tier male protagonist.

Tang San's performance in the illusion made Han Li's lips twitch involuntarily. He was incredibly strong.

If this were the real world, Han Li would definitely try to befriend them, but unfortunately, there are no "ifs".

"There's nothing to see here. Forging blacksmiths and making hidden weapons is a complete waste of my time."

Having obtained everything he wanted, Han Li no longer wanted to watch the sci-fi drama featuring Tang San as the protagonist.

"Since we've come all this way, it would be really inappropriate not to bring a gift."

Han Li's lips curled slightly, and he immediately intervened in the illusion.

Then, Tang San was stunned, thinking he was in a dream. One second he was in the ceremony of being promoted to a personal disciple, and the next second he was standing on the top of Ghost's Sorrow Peak.

His previous white robe had turned gray again, and the biting mountain wind chilled him to the bone.

After taking in his surroundings, Tang San lowered his head, the warm smile on his face disappeared, and his hands clenched tightly, veins bulging.

"Even in my dreams, you won't leave me alone? I'm no longer the person I used to be, so why do you keep making me go back to this moment?"

Tang San suddenly looked up, his face contorted with rage. This was something he never wanted to talk about with anyone, not even Xiao Wu.

If he had actually died after jumping into the Ghost's Sorrow, then none of this would have been a problem. However, one could say he died, or one could say he didn't, and that he had a new life.

In the past, he always identified himself as a successor of the Tang Clan, at least in his heart he told himself that, and he even prepared to establish the Tang Clan.

But this dream, which had been so beautiful before, now ruthlessly tore open his heart, clearly reminding him that even though he had changed worlds and lived a different life, in the Tang Sect, he was still that outer disciple, that "thief" of the sect.

All of this was something he found hard to accept.

"Tang San, you actually stole our sect's Xuan Tian Treasure Record! Your crime is heinous!"

"Tang San, the Tang Sect raised you and taught you their skills, yet you have committed such an outrageous act..."

As he remained silent, voices amplified in Tang San's mind, and faces began to spread.

Soon, the scene exactly as he remembered appeared: more than ten Tang Clan elders had arrived in front of him and surrounded him.

"Do you really think that way?"

Tang San stared intently at the Tang Clan elder before him and made a choice completely different from what he had made before.

"How dare you, Tang San! You traitor, your crimes are heinous, yet you remain unrepentant and still try to deny it!"

An elder stepped forward, showing no intention of answering him, and instead shouted insults.

"Shut up."

Amidst his angry curses, Tang San felt a surge of nameless rage. This was his dream, so why was he being scolded?

The many Tang Clan elders seemed to be taken aback by his actions and actually stopped their verbal attacks on him.

"Have you ever seen an outer disciple create the unparalleled Buddha's Wrath Lotus? Can you? Can you? Or are you the one who can?"

Tang San looked down arrogantly at the elders, and with the help of the dream, he finally said what he had always wanted to say.

"It's clearly your rules that are unreasonable. Why can't I become an inner disciple just because I was adopted, while a bunch of good-for-nothings can easily learn things that I can't just because of my background?"

"I didn't steal, I took—I took what rightfully belonged to me."

"You can apply; the sect does accept geniuses, but you..."

An elder sighed and continued, "Taking something without permission is theft, no matter how you try to embellish the facts, it is still stealing."

"Theft? Who can prove it? Once you're all dead, no one can prove it."

A strange smile flashed across Tang San's face as he took out the Buddha's Wrath Lotus from his robes. Today, he would seize this opportunity to eliminate his inner demons.

"Get out of the way!"

Amidst gasps of surprise, Tang San threw out the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, and then his smile froze on his face.

The panicked voices did indeed come from the Tang Clan elders, but a scene completely opposite to theirs unfolded.

They just shouted loudly, but their feet didn't move at all, as if they were rooted to the spot. Their expressions didn't change at all, as if their voices and bodies were separated.

The Buddha's Wrath Lotus, thrown by Tang San, landed among the crowd at an extremely fast speed. After making a "whoosh" sound, it rose up with a wisp of black smoke and then remained motionless.

"Pfft"

Another sound rang out, but this time it wasn't the effect of the Buddha's Wrath Lotus; it was an elder laughing out loud.

"That's impossible."

Tang San exclaimed in disbelief, though his eyes revealed a hint of confusion.

Seemingly unable to accept it, Tang San frantically reached into his robes and flung the remaining two Buddha's Wrath Lotuses into the crowd.

"That one must have had the gunpowder get damp, it must be!" Tang San shouted in his heart, his eyes fixed on the two Buddha's Wrath Lotuses that were flying back towards the crowd.

This time, we can definitely take care of them.

"Get out of the way!"

The familiar shouts rang out again, but the elders who remained in place still did not make any move to flee.

The same scenario played out again. With a soft "plop," the two Buddha's Wrath Lotuses, even more dazzling than before, went silent, just like always.

"Pfft"

This time, there were even more suppressed laughs from the crowd.

"Shut up, all of you. No laughing."

Tang San, standing rooted to the spot, was nearly driven mad. His eyes were bloodshot, he was panting heavily, and he looked like he was about to devour someone.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Tang San no longer had any thoughts of eliminating his inner demons, and instead frantically rushed towards the three Buddha's Wrath Lotus flowers that had fallen to the ground in the crowd.

This is his proudest masterpiece, how could there be a problem?

He knelt on the ground, held it in his palm, and began to examine it.

That's right, that's right, and that's right here too.

Following the contents of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Mirror, Tang San verified it step by step, but the more he did so, the more insane he became.

If everything is correct, then why not blow it up?

"Did you find any problems?"

A familiar voice entered Tang San's ears, instantly bringing him to his senses.

"no."

Tang San answered subconsciously, then turned his head to look and saw that Master Tang had somehow arrived in front of the group of elders.

"That proves that you never actually created the real Buddha's Wrath Lotus from the beginning."

Mr. Tang's tone was very calm, but it was like an extremely sharp knife that pierced Tang San's heart.

"Did I never create a real Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus?"

Tang San looked at the metal lotus in his palm, but his heart gradually grew cold.

"That's right. You never actually made a real Buddha's Wrath Lotus. These three toys are just empty shells, an excuse you use to cover up your actions. They're just the fantasies of a gambler and a thief."

"Is that right, Tang San?"

Mr. Tang's voice rang out again, but when it reached Tang San's ears, it was as chilling as a mountain wind.

"No, I really did create the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, exactly the same as the one I saw in the books. This is proof, you can check it."

Tang San held the metal flower in his hands, his state almost frenzied.

"There's no need for that anymore. Haven't you already proven it to us?"

A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, shattering Tang San's last line of defense.

He tried to find out who was speaking, but all he saw were elders with identical expressions.

(End of this chapter)