17: C17 Major Plot Deviation,
Tang Hao glanced at the little brat crouching a hundred meters away by the roadside but paid him no mind.
He continued to follow Tang San covertly, keeping watch over him.
Finally, another hour passed.
Fang Yuan finally spotted his target.
A girl in a pink short skirt, cute in appearance with rabbit-ear hair accessories and a scorpion braid, came bouncing along.
Fang Yuan’s eyes lit up immediately.
He channeled his soul power, and golden light radiated from his body, dazzling and brilliant.
His already handsome features, after his martial soul had evolved into the Radiant Phoenix, became even more striking and radiant.
Framed by the pair of golden wings behind him, his aura was sacred and pure.
The first soul ring—a thousand-year ring—glowed.
Fang Yuan activated his first soul skill.
Hundreds of golden feather arrows, trailing golden streams of light, shot toward Xiao Wu at incredible speed.
Xiao Wu’s rabbit ears twitched.
She turned and saw the attack heading toward her.
Immediately, she tried to dodge.
As a transformed Soft Bone Charming Rabbit, her body possessed astonishing flexibility.
Her waist bent almost in half, her body contorting into an impossible position as she evaded the attacks aimed at her vital spots.
However, because there were too many golden feather arrows, she still sustained some injuries.
Her arms, wrists, and legs bore wounds of varying severity, and bright red blood dripped onto the ground.
“Who are you?
Why are you trying to kill me?” Xiao Wu looked at the Fang Yuan who had attacked her, confused.
She didn’t know him.
Why was he trying to kill her?
If Fang Yuan had been an adult, Xiao Wu might have guessed that he was a Titled Douluo who had accidentally seen through her identity as a transformed hundred-thousand-year soul beast and wanted to hunt her for her soul ring and soul bone.
But Fang Yuan looked like a child around her age.
“…”
Fang Yuan had no intention of wasting words.
He continued his assault, relying on his flight advantage and long-range soul skill bombardment.
Soon, Xiao Wu was covered in wounds.
Only after Xiao Wu collapsed to the ground, unable to resist any further, did Fang Yuan stop.
He had only just become a soul master.
Xiao Wu wouldn’t sacrifice herself to him now.
Fang Yuan planned to keep Xiao Wu alive until his physical condition could withstand a hundred-thousand-year soul ring before killing her.
Xiao Wu lay on the ground, severely wounded.
She never imagined that her plan to enter the human world, increase her strength, and avenge her mother would die in its very first step.
She stared fixedly at the boy walking toward her, her gaze filled with both hatred and confusion.
To ensure his safety, Fang Yuan, under Xiao Wu’s resentful stare, swiftly and accurately knocked her unconscious with a chop to the neck.
Fang Yuan locked Xiao Wu away and was about to focus on his cultivation when suddenly…
A tremendous boom echoed from Notting City.
From a distance, he could see several massive martial soul avatars gathered, seemingly surrounding something under siege.
Then, a Clear Sky Hammer martial soul avatar, engraved with blood-red runes, suddenly appeared at the center.
With a single sweeping strike, it sent the attacking martial soul avatars and their soul masters flying.
A massive wave of soul power suddenly erupted, sending the Spirit Hall executives who were still trying to attack Tang Hao flying backward.
“Spirit Hall!
You relentlessly pursue and harm my son Tang San!
I, Tang Hao, will never rest until I have my revenge—this debt will be paid!” Tang Hao swung his Clear Sky Hammer with one hand while clutching the severely wounded, unconscious Tang San in the other.
At the same time, Tang Hao rapidly flew toward the outskirts of Notting City, trying to break free from the encirclement trap, and left behind these words.
Fang Yuan was too far away to hear anything clearly except the last line, amplified by the roar of soul power.
But just from seeing Tang Hao fleeing with Tang San, he understood that the plot had changed.
However…
“The Spirit Hall people already knew that Tang San and Tang Hao were here.”
Fang Yuan looked in the direction Tang Hao had fled, deep in thought.
Earlier, when he had seen those missing person notices looking for Fang Yuan, he had guessed that someone might have obtained memories from the simulations and was searching for him.
Now, the Spirit Hall’s siege of Tang Hao and Tang San confirmed this suspicion.
At the very least, someone in the Spirit Hall must have obtained simulation memories.
He just didn’t know whether it was Bibi Dong or Qian Renxue—or if both had.
“I knew it—free things are always the most expensive!” Fang Yuan rubbed his temples with a headache.
This was also why he hadn’t dared to use the simulator for the past two months.
Now, his “wanted notice” was being spread everywhere.
If it was Qian Renxue who had awakened her memories, it wouldn’t be too bad.
He could just use a fake name without much issue.
But if it was Bibi Dong…
After all, in his first simulation, he had awakened the Radiant Phoenix martial soul.
As soon as his martial soul was exposed, Bibi Dong would quickly connect it to him—a fake name wouldn’t help at all.
Inside the room, the bound Xiao Wu was trembling and curled up in fear from the aura of several Titled Douluo outside, showing no intention of trying to escape.
Meanwhile, at Notting Academy,
Yu Xiaogang was being rushed to emergency care by the academy’s dean after suffering severe injuries.
The dean couldn’t understand how Yu Xiaogang had dared to interfere in matters involving Titled Douluo-level experts.
After a full day and night of emergency treatment, Yu Xiaogang survived—but his legs were permanently crippled.
Now, lying in his room, staring at his motionless, senseless legs, his eyes were dark with resentment.
“How dare they.”
Yu Xiaogang was somewhat incredulous.
Although he rarely used the Papal Token that Bibi Dong had given him—because of the way she had abandoned him—it had always worked whenever he did.
Especially when dealing with the Spirit Hall.
As long as he showed this token, which represented the Pope herself, Spirit Hall members, no matter how strong—even Titled Douluo—would obediently follow orders.
But this time, it had failed.
And Yu Xiaogang had paid a heavy price for it, nearly being swept away by the aftershocks of the battle between Titled Douluo.
Even if Yu Xiaogang hated them, what could he do?
He was just a mere Great Soul Master—he couldn’t take revenge himself.
Although his father was a Titled Douluo, he wouldn’t become an enemy of the Spirit Hall for the sake of his discarded, useless son.
“Could it be…”
“Should I ask Bibi Dong for help?”
Only Bibi Dong, as the Pope of the Spirit Hall, had the power to help him get revenge.
But Yu Xiaogang’s pride, as a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, made it difficult for him to lower his head—especially to a woman who, in his view, had abandoned and humiliated him…
“Perhaps this is all within Bibi Dong’s expectations.
This is her way of forcing me—using Tang San and Tang Hao as an excuse to severely injure me and force me to beg for her help…”
The more Yu Xiaogang thought about it, the more convinced he became that this was the case.
His hand clenched into a fist and slammed onto the bed.
“Bastard!”
Bibi Dong had become so vicious.
She was no longer the Dong’er he remembered.