Chapter 459: On Whether the Sea God Has a High Water Content, Xiao Wu Has Much to Say

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Blue Tyrant Academy.

Tang San sat cross-legged in the Cultivation room, slowly withdrawing his spirit power after circulating it through his Meridians for one cycle.

"A level 50 Spirit King, I have finally crossed this hurdle."

Tang San opened his eyes, a satisfied curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging spirit power within his body.

However, the satisfaction only lasted for a few seconds.

A name floated up from the depths of his mind.

Lin Qingmo!

Tang San’s gaze suddenly turned cold.

That man who snatched away Xiao Wu, humiliated him, and made him lose all face.

He would never forget.

"You will see the power of the Clear Sky Hammer sooner or later."

Tang San said in a low voice, his tone icy.

Pushing open the door to the Cultivation room, Yu Xiaogang was already waiting outside.

"Little San, how was your Cultivation?"

Ever since Tang San returned domineeringly and revealed the potential of his twin Spirit, Yu Xiaogang’s attitude had undergone a 180-degree turn.

He cared about everything and followed him everywhere.

Tang San was the last straw for him to get rid of the name "trash," and he could not afford to lose him again.

"I’ve had a Breakthrough to level 50." Tang San said indifferently.

Yu Xiaogang’s eyes lit up: "Good! That’s great! What’s next—"

"Next, I am going to hunt for my Fifth Spirit Ring."

Tang San interrupted him and retrieved a carrier pigeon.

He quickly wrote a few lines with his fingertips and tied them to the pigeon’s leg.

This was a message for his father, Tang Hao.

He needed stronger power, and he needed to grow faster.

Because his goal had never been just level 50.

The pigeon flapped its wings and disappeared into the skyline of Blue Tyrant Academy.

Tang San looked up in that direction, killing intent surging in his eyes.

"Lin Qingmo, just you wait."

...

After the Chat Group returned to peace, the minds of all parties were far from stopping.

Spirit Hall.

Qian Renxue sat upright in front of the Angel God statue, but she was completely unable to focus on Cultivate.

Her gaze fell on the Chat GroupLight Screen, repeatedly reviewing the conversation record from just now.

Lin Qingmo provided three paths for the Ice and Snow Emperors.

Reincarnate as a human.

Sacrifice for resurrection.

Submit to one who can become a god.

Except for the first one.

The second and third both required the Vicious Beast to place its own fate in the hands of one who could become a god.

Qian Renxue thought more and more that something was wrong.

These three paths looked like a multiple-choice question for the Ice Emperor and Snow Empress.

But the answer seemed to have been written from the very beginning.

That was to rely on Lin Qingmo, because there was someone beside him who could become a god.

"This guy really has an agenda."

Qian Renxue whispered, her gaze flickering.

How was this helping the Vicious Beast resolve its doubts?

This was clearly playing a big game to subdue the Vicious Beasts of the Far North.

Giving three paths.

On the surface, it was providing choices.

In reality, it was using "you will die" to force the other party to actively draw closer.

Boiling a frog in warm water, calm and composed.

Terrible, too terrible.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed this judgment.

Then her gaze shifted to another name, [The Pope Herself].

She brought up all of the other party’s previous speech records and re-examined them one by one, looking at their phrasing habits, tone rhythm, and certain specific ways of using words.

The more she looked, the faster her heart beat.

That cold and mean questioning style, that incisive and uncompromising sense of language.

It had an eerily unsettling similarity to the way her mother, Bibi Dong, spoke.

Qian Renxue clenched her clothes.

She secretly noted down this suspicion.

She must find an opportunity to test it.

...

Sea God Island.

Lin Qingmo had just turned off the Chat Group, leaning his back against the headboard, closing his eyes to rest.

The door was gently pushed open.

Xiao Wu walked in, her bare feet stepping on the bamboo floor without making a sound.

She didn’t speak, climbing straight onto the bed and snuggling into Lin Qingmo’s arms.

Her soft body pressed tightly against his chest, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder, her breathing warm and long.

"What’s wrong?" Lin Qingmo looked down at her.

Xiao Wu buried her face deeper: "A-Qing."

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

Her voice was very soft, carrying a hint of nasal tone,

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to become a god."

"If it weren’t for you, I might have already died at the hands of some powerful Spirit Master."

Lin Qingmo’s hand wrapped around her waist, his palm feeling the warm and supple curves under her thin skirt.

"What are you saying, why are you being so sentimental for no reason."

"I’m serious."

Xiao Wu raised her head, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting the moonlight, watery: "Without you, I am nothing."

Lin Qingmo looked at her expression, which was so serious it was almost devout, and the string in his heart that was always tensed with his "belly-black captain" persona suddenly relaxed.

He reached out and gently wiped away a trace of moisture from the corner of her eye with his thumb.

Then, the style of the conversation changed abruptly.

"Xiao Wu, actually I have always had a question I wanted to ask you."

"What?"

"Do you think the Sea God... really has a lot of water?"

"Ah?"

Xiao Wu was stunned for a second.

Soon, she read something from Lin Qingmo’s wicked smile, and her face turned red from her earlobes to her neck at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You... are too bad!"

She raised her hand to hit him.

But Lin Qingmo had already hugged her waist tightly, making her unable to move.

Xiao Wu’s fist pounded on his chest, the force so light it was no different from acting coquettishly: "You... be serious!"

"I am very serious, it’s just an academic discussion."

"Pah! Where are you serious!"

Xiao Wu’s voice was angry and shy, but she didn’t break free from his embrace, even burying her face back into the crook of his neck.

After a long while.

A muffled, almost inaudible voice came from the crook of his neck: "Even without becoming the Sea God, I... I have always been moist enough, you, you should know that, right?"

After saying this, Xiao Wu’s entire face had burned to an unscientific temperature.

"Uh..."

Lin Qingmo was stunned for a moment.

He was actually teased by Xiao Wu’s words.

His Adam’s apple rolled uncooperatively.

His expression became strange: "Is that so?"

"I didn’t notice before, now I have to verify it properly."

The light in the bamboo house flickered again.

The sea breeze wrapped in moonlight blew in from outside the window, causing the thin gauze curtains to sway gently.

As for what happened after that, the sea breeze knew, the moonlight knew, and the two of them knew even better.

...

On the other side of the continent.

Blue Tyrant Academy.

A tall but obviously maimed man slowly walked in.

His right arm was severed at the shoulder, and his left leg was empty.

A rough wooden crutch supported half his body.

But even so, the Aura radiating from his body still made the students retreat.

Sensing the arrival of this person, Tang San walked quickly out of the Cultivation room.

The moment he saw his father, his steps paused slightly.

"Dad, you’re here!"

Every time he saw his father’s maimed body, an extremely complex emotion would well up in his heart.

"Little San..."

Tang Hao’s voice was low and hoarse: "Are you level 50?"

"Yes."

"Very good."

Tang Hao nodded, a rare hint of gratification appearing on his damaged face.

"Let’s go, it’s time to go hunt for your Fifth Spirit Ring."

Yu Xiaogang hurried over after walking out of the room, his face piled with a fawning smile.

"His Eminence, does this trip require Dean Flender and Teacher Zhao Wuji to accompany you? It would be good to have some support on the road."

"Hm?"

Tang Hao’s gaze swept over.

That kind of look carried the sensitivity and gloominess peculiar to a maimed person.

"Are you looking down on me?"

A question, but it carried a gloomy killing intent.

Even if his spirit power had fallen to level 75, that fierce Aura radiating from his bones was still enough to make ordinary Spirit Masters suffocate.

This trash Yu Xiaogang was even more scared pale.

"No, I didn’t!"

"His Eminence, I definitely didn’t mean that!"

His legs uncontrollably went soft, and he fell to his knees with a thud, trembling violently.

A warmth spread from his pant leg.

A subtle smell suddenly permeated the air.

Yu Xiaogang... had been scared into peeing himself.

In front of Tang Hao.

In front of Tang San.

In front of everyone coming and going at the gate of Blue Tyrant Academy.

A trace of undisguised disdain appeared at the corner of Tang Hao’s mouth.

A flash of disgust also crossed Tang San’s eyes.

He really was trash.

"Let’s go."

Tang Hao turned around.

Tang San also stopped paying attention and followed his father’s footsteps away.

Leaving behind Yu Xiaogang, who was kneeling on the spot, his pant legs soaked, and his whole body trembling.

(End of Chapter)

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