Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

Tang San stood alone by the table, clutching the hem of his clothes, looking somewhat lost.

Nan Feng glanced at him: "Standing there like a pillar? This is your aunt's house, so it's practically your house. Hurry up and sit down to eat."

Hearing this, Tang San glanced at Tang Yuehua with mixed feelings.

He took a deep breath, pulled out a chair and sat down, stiffly and nervously picking up his rice bowl and eating in small bites.

Seeing Tang San's awkward and uneasy appearance, like a country boy entering the city for the first time, and only daring to pick up the small plate of green vegetables in front of him, Nan Feng frowned slightly.

He put down his chopsticks, stood up, and turned to walk towards Yuexuan's kitchen without saying a word.

Not long after, he came back carrying a plate containing several freshly roasted, glistening chicken legs.

"Clang."

Nan Feng casually pushed the plate in front of Tang San, his tone curt:

"If you don't like those fancy vegetarian dishes, eat this."

Tang San's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly stiffened.

He looked up at the steaming, fragrant chicken leg on the plate, then glanced at Nan Feng, who had already sat back down and was eating on his own.

In that instant, Tang San's eyes uncontrollably burned, and his vision even became somewhat blurred.

Having lived two lives, this was the first time anyone had noticed his unease and gone to the kitchen to get him food.

Compared to his biological father, who was always drunk and made him stand on a small stool to cook for him, and who was extremely indifferent to him, the teacher in front of him, who had a sharp tongue and a strange temper, but who took care of his self-esteem in the smallest ways, made Tang San's long-suppressed grievances and gratitude surge up uncontrollably.

Tang San lowered his head, took a big bite of the chicken leg, and forced himself not to let his tears fall into the bowl.

Chapter 316 Teacher, can I absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring?

……

Seeing this scene, Tang Yuehua, who was sitting to the side, could no longer contain her shock.

She carefully moved her chair closer to Nan Feng, lowered her voice, and looked at the thin, dark-skinned boy who was wolfing down his food with a complicated expression: "He...is he really my second brother's child?"

Nan Feng swallowed the food in his mouth and glanced at her with amusement: "It can't be an illegitimate child that your older brother Tang Xiao had outside, can it?"

Tang Yuehua paused, automatically filtering out the teasing remark, and eagerly asked, "Where did you find him?"

"On the border of Fasno Province, in a remote and impoverished village called Holy Soul Village."

Nan Feng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and casually explained.

“A year ago, I was flying in the sky when I suddenly felt something was strange below. When I landed, I happened to see this kid squatting on a hill practicing some kind of strange eye technique. Following the clues, I found Tang Hao hiding there as a blacksmith.”

A flicker of excitement and urgency flashed in Tang Yuehua's eyes, and she quickly asked, "Then what about my second brother now...?"

"Stop."

Nan Feng immediately raised his hand to interrupt her, "Don't ask me what Tang Hao is like. I have no interest in a self-destructive alcoholic. If you want to know how he's been all these years, go ask Tang San yourself later."

As he spoke, Nanfeng pointed with his chopsticks at Tang San, who was engrossed in eating.

"To be honest, can you believe this is the son your second brother raised?"

"Look at what kind of person this little black guy has become. He's pale and thin, underdeveloped, and doesn't even have a decent set of clothes. If you didn't know better, you'd think Tang Hao had been cheated on and was unwillingly acting as someone's free dad here."

……

After lunch.

Tang Yuehua took Tang San to a private room upstairs and questioned him in detail about what had happened over the years.

Nan Feng left Arou and Xiaowu at Yuexuan to wander around at their leisure, and left Tiandou City alone, heading straight for the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye in Sunset Forest.

Beside the extraordinary spot where the ice and fire springs meet, Nan Feng dug a hole and planted the Blue Silver Emperor flowerpot with its roots and soil inside.

Watching the Blue Silver Emperor slowly unfurl its leaves under the nourishment of abundant spiritual energy, Nan Feng stroked his chin.

Since I'm already a teacher, it wouldn't be too much to ask me to be a stepfather too, would it?

……

Inside the elegant room of Yuexuan.

After listening to Tang San's calm narration of his life over the years, Tang Yuehua's beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.

Even if she heard it with her own ears, she still couldn't imagine how the once spirited and famous Haotian Douluo could have fallen into such a useless person who was drunk all day long.

They can even be heartless and neglectful of their own flesh and blood, making a four-year-old child stand on a stool to cook!

Seeing the heartache in Tang Yuehua's eyes, Tang San couldn't help but speak:

"Auntie, who exactly is my father? I asked my teacher, but he said it was a family matter and wouldn't tell me."

Tang Yuehua came to her senses and looked at Tang San with a complicated expression.

"It's best if you don't know for now."

She shook her head, her tone helpless, "When you grow up and have enough strength, you'll naturally understand."

This matter involves too many factors, including the grudges between the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect. She really didn't know how to explain it to a six-year-old child.

Moreover, compared to Tang Hao's despondency, she is now more worried about something else.

What exactly is Nan Feng planning to do by bringing Tang San back?

They actually took him as a disciple for the first time ever? What use is Tang San to Nan Feng? What is that unfathomable man plotting?

After a moment of silence, Tang Yuehua suppressed her doubts and asked casually, "By the way, what's the deal with those two women who came with Nan Feng?"

"The teacher said that Aunt Arou is the teacher's wife, and Xiaowu is the senior sister," Tang San answered honestly.

"Master's wife?!"

Tang Yuehua's expression froze, her voice instantly rose eight octaves, and she almost lost her composure.

Seeing Tang Yuehua's reaction, Tang San's expression became somewhat unnatural.

Having lived two lives, he was naturally quite adept at reading people and sensed something was amiss.

"Auntie, what is your relationship with Teacher?" Tang San asked tentatively. "You seem... angry?"

"I'm not angry!"

Tang Yuehua took a deep breath, forcibly calming her rapidly heaving chest, and coldly disclaimed any connection, "I have absolutely no relationship with him!"

Tang San looked at her with an inscrutable expression, without exposing her obvious pretense.

"Tang San, remember this."

Tang Yuehua's expression turned serious as she stared at him intently. "You'd better not trust your teacher too much. He's the most dangerous person in the world, bar none."

A hint of doubt flashed in Tang San's eyes. Recalling that Nan Feng, despite his sharp tongue, had specially gone to the kitchen to bring him a plate of chicken legs, he retorted, puzzled, "Why? I think Teacher... is very good."

"Good and dangerous are not mutually exclusive."

Tang Yuehua's expression was solemn, her tone revealing deep helplessness and apprehension, "He can be very good to you, and he can be very good to me. But... you're still young, you don't understand."

She looked at Tang San, who had a completely blank expression, and sighed, "You'll understand later."

Tang San nodded, seemingly understanding, and didn't ask any more questions. But then he suddenly remembered something else and couldn't help but speak again:

"Auntie, there's one more thing. When the teacher brought me back, we went to a cave behind a waterfall on the way."

“He snatched a strange blue silver grass from my father and said…that it was my mother.”

Tang San stared intently into Tang Yuehua's eyes. "Auntie, do you know what's going on? My mother... really is a blade of grass?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Yuehua's expression instantly became extremely unnatural, and her eyes darted away.

"This matter... is not something I can explain to you right now."

Tang Yuehua turned her head away, avoiding Tang San's persistent gaze, and hastily offered her ever-present excuse.

"Like I said, let's talk about it when you're older."

……

Several months later.

Heaven Dou Empire, Sunset Forest.

Towering ancient trees blocked out the sun, and the damp air was filled with a faint, grassy smell.

Nan Feng walked ahead, while Tang San followed behind, carrying a small bag on his back.

The past few months of recuperation at Yuexuan have completely transformed Tang San.

Tang Yuehua felt sorry for her nephew who had suffered so much, so she had the kitchen prepare all sorts of top-quality medicinal dishes and tonics for him every day.

He used to be so thin and pale that he looked like he could be blown away by the wind. Now he has not only grown taller, but he has also finally developed strong and well-proportioned muscles. His dark and thin face has also become much fairer and rosier.

Of course, ordinary medicinal diets alone cannot achieve the current effect.

During this period, Nan Feng made a rare "big loss" by cutting off a small piece of the top-grade whale glue produced by the 100,000-year-old Demonic Tiger Whale King that he had previously obtained and feeding it to Tang San.

Top-grade whale glue aged 100,000 years is an incredibly potent tonic.

Even if it was just a small amount, it brought about a qualitative leap in Tang San's physical abilities.

In a contest of pure physical strength, he could break the bones of an ordinary two-ring Great Soul Master with a single punch.

Feeling the powerful surge of energy within his body, Tang San, who was walking behind, finally couldn't hold back any longer and quickly caught up to ask, "Teacher, what level of soul beast are we going to hunt in Sunset Forest this time?"

Tang San clenched his fist. "With my current physical strength and first spirit ring, can I directly attempt to challenge... the ten-thousand-year level?"

Nan Feng stopped and turned around, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

"If you're tired of living and want to die, there's a bunch of thousand-year-old snakes up ahead. Just go and deliver takeout to them. Don't waste my time."

Tang San was taken aback, and somewhat unwillingly argued, "But teacher, after I ate the whale glue you gave me, my body's ability to withstand things is far beyond that of ordinary people. Didn't you also say that my body is now capable of withstanding a ten-thousand-year spirit ring...?"

"No matter how good whale gelatin is, it's still just a piece of meat; it can only strengthen your physical body."

Nan Feng interrupted him, "I'll teach you the first lesson: the limit of absorbing spirit rings is never just about how strong your body is. It is constrained by three core factors—physical strength, spirit quality, and mental strength."

"Do you think the difference between a ten-thousand-year spirit ring and a thousand-year or hundred-year spirit ring is simply that it has more energy?"

Nan Feng pointed to his head, "The biggest difference lies in the soul vibration."

"When a soul beast cultivates to the ten-thousand-year level, it will feel intense resentment and unwillingness when it is hunted by humans. This resentment will be drawn by the soul ring and directly impact the soul of the absorber!"