Xiao Wu gazed tenderly at the three children in the cradle. Hearing Tang San's question, she first looked at the eldest cradle—the one with the buckteeth. After thinking for a moment, she said:
"The eldest should be called Tang Wule (Tang Wu-le). What do you think?"
"Tang Wule?" Tang San thought it over and asked:
"Does this name have any particular meaning?"
Xiao Wu explained:
"I chose this name because I hope he can live a life full of happiness and joy."
Tang San wasn't too satisfied with that meaning. After all, could the son of Tang San be expected to only live happily? No—his son's life must shake the world and be admired by all.
"What is it, Ah San gege? Do you not like the name I came up with?" Xiao Wu asked, looking at him.
"No, no, that's not what I meant at all," Tang San replied quickly.
Forget it, Wule it is. Tang San looked at the bucktoothed child with a faint dislike, but he decided not to dwell on the name.
"And the second one?" Tang San asked, pointing at the child with heterochromatic eyes.
"I've thought of his name too. He should be called Tang Wubai (Tang Wu-bai)," Xiao Wu said.
"Wubai?" Tang San pondered the name. Looking at the adorable infant who opened his eyes, those beautiful heterochromatic pupils made him feel something was off—but he didn't think too deeply. He turned to Xiao Wu and asked:
"Xiao Wu, what's the meaning behind this name?"
Xiao Wu fabricated an explanation:
"'Bai' has two meanings. First, when he opened his eyes, the light in them was as pure as freshly fallen snow—I want him never to lose that purity. Second, it also means the faint light before dawn, seemingly weak yet able to tear apart the night.
I hope he can become such a glimmer—unassuming, yet able to guide others through their darkest moments. So 'Wubai' means the faint light dancing at dawn, light yet resilient. Ah San gege, let our second son carry this clean heart, to bring light to himself and to others. Isn't that good?"
"Oh," Tang San nodded in sudden realization. Looking at his favorite child, he said:
"Wubai, Wubai… it's a good name. Yes, our second son will be Wubai."
Tang San then turned to the third, golden-haired child and asked:
"And Xiao Wu, what will our youngest be called?"
Xiao Wu continued weaving nonsense:
"'Heng' has two meanings too. First, the moment he opened his eyes, my heart thumped—and it has never stopped since.
I want him, like my heartbeat, to guard what must be guarded, never stopping, never leaving. Second, 'Heng' is like the most ordinary star in the galaxy—unnoticeable, yet always there in the same place, guiding travelers on their way. I hope he can be that kind of light—unmoving, unchanging, always letting those who love him find their way home.
So 'Wuheng' means the star that spins lightly in the river of time, guarding both beginnings and returns. Ah San gege, let's call our youngest Tang Wuheng."
"Wuheng… guarding beginnings and guarding returns." Tang San nodded. Thinking about how he would soon leave Xiao Wu and the children, his heart grew heavy. Still, a man does not cry easily. He said:
"A good name. Then our third son will be Wuheng."
Tang San looked at his three sons—eldest, Tang Wule; second, Tang Wubai; youngest, Tang Wuheng. Even before becoming a god, he already had three beloved children. If he went to the God Realm, surely those deity couples of Life and Destruction, Good and Evil—who couldn't even have children—would be jealous of him, haha!
After teasing the babies with his father for a while, Tang Hao went out first. Before leaving, he said to Tang San:
"Xiao San, I'm going out to handle something."
"Mm," Tang San nodded.
When Tang San later left the birthing room to look for his father, he saw Tang Hao outside wiping blood off a sharp dagger with a towel. The midwife's corpse lay in a pool of blood.
Tang San didn't bother about the midwife but went straight to his father.
"Dad, I plan to stay with Xiao Wu and the children for a few more days, then set off for the City of Slaughter," Tang San said.
Tang Hao sheathed the blade and replied:
"Xiao San, won't you stay longer and spend time with your Xiao Wu?"
Tang San shook his head:
"No, Dad. Happiness must be protected with strength. When I become a god and take Xiao Wu with me, our family will have all the time in the world. For now, becoming a god is the priority."
Tang Hao nodded. He took out a soul tool from his pocket and handed it to Tang San:
"That soul tool Flender gave you was too small. This one is mine, from when I was a direct disciple of the Clear Sky Sect. Its space is half the size of a Soul Arena, and I've filled it with hidden weapons I've been making for you."
"Thank you, Dad." Tang San fastened it to his belt.
After the Soul Master Tournament, father and son hadn't gone straight to the City of Slaughter to begin his godhood trial. Instead, they had chosen to live quietly in a small place, so that Tang San and Xiao Wu could deepen their bond and have children—ensuring a tie between them. Now that was done, it was time to move on.
After spending a few more days with Xiao Wu, Tang San was ready to depart. Tang Hao, Xiao Wu, and the three children came to see him off.
Xiao Wu carried Wubai and Wuheng on her back, holding Wule in her arms. With reluctance, she said:
"Ah San gege, why must you go to such a dangerous place? If something happens to you, how are the three of us supposed to live? Why don't you just stay?"
Her words warmed Tang San's heart. He too wanted to stay, but thinking of the Tang family's great enterprise, he declined:
"Xiao Wu, I have reasons I cannot stay."
He looked with fatherly love at Xiao Wu and the three children, and said firmly:
"But don't worry. I will not die. More than that, I will win for our children—for our Tang family—a vast kingdom."
As he said this, Tang San stretched out his palm as if grasping the whole world.
"Alright then, Ah San gege. Take care. The children and I will wait for your return," Xiao Wu said.
After this farewell, Tang San turned to Tang Hao and said:
"Dad, come with me. There's something I need to discuss with you."
Tang Hao walked up to Tang San and asked,
"Xiao San, do you have any last words to say?"
Tang San replied,
"Father, the matter of the Clear Sky Sect, Brother Hai, Spirit Hall, and the Spirit Fusion Technique—there are many debts we need to settle. But not now. Everything must wait until I complete the Asura God's divine trial."
His eyes shifted toward Xiao Wu, and he said,
"Father, do you understand what I mean?"
Tang Hao glanced at Xiao Wu and whispered,
"I understand. Xiao San, don't worry. Go train in the City of Slaughter. I will watch your back until you return."
The unspoken meaning was clear between father and son: Xiao Wu was the key to the Asura God's trial. She must not be allowed to run away.
"Father, I can trust you to handle this," Tang San said.
After saying goodbye, Tang San left alone, heading straight toward the City of Slaughter.
Tang Hao then turned to Xiao Wu and said,
"Let's go back."
And so they parted ways.
Back home, Tang Hao still kept his eyes on Xiao Wu. But his surveillance was useless, because Xiao Wu had the scabbard of the Asura God's sword.
That night, Xiao Wu activated the Asura Sword Scabbard and brought her three sons into the scabbard's inner space.
Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng also arrived there.
"Xiao Wu, you had triplets?" Yu Tianheng said in shock. "So whose children are they?"
Xiao Wu answered,
"I think they should belong to Dai Mubai, Bu Le, and you, Yu Tianheng. But we'll only know for sure when their spirits awaken."
"This is my son—definitely!" Yu Tianheng picked up Tang Wuheng, and a sense of bloodline connection surged in his heart. Excited, he said, "Xiao Wu, thank you!"
"This is mine! Look at his little buck teeth. I'm the only one with these—he definitely inherited my bloodline!" Bu Le laughed happily as he hugged Tang Wule.
Dai Mubai also lifted Tang Wubai and showed him off proudly to the others:
"Look at his heterochromatic eyes—exactly like mine. Hahaha, there's no doubt he's my son!"
When the others compared Dai Mubai's eyes with Tang Wubai's, the colors matched perfectly.
The three fathers were ecstatic, while the others grew anxious.
Oscar said,
"Xiao Wu, you can't play favorites!"
Ma Hongjun chimed in,
"Yeah, Xiao Wu, I want a child too. The more the better!"
Er Ming, blushing, asked shyly,
"Big Sister Xiao Wu, could you have one for Er Ming too?"
Xue Beng pleaded,
"Teacher Xiao Wu, I don't ask for much—just let me give Master a child. I already have a name in mind: Tang Wubeng."
Feng Xiaotian quickly added,
"I think the little brat deserves a child too—named Tang Wutian, a youth as free as the wind!"
Davis called out,
"Little Sister Xiao Wu, don't forget me! My White Tiger bloodline is no weaker than my brother Dai Mubai's!"
Faced with so many requests, Xiao Wu quickly said,
"I won't be unfair—everyone will get a chance. But—"
She hesitated awkwardly:
"Now isn't the right time to make babies."
"Huh? Why not?" Ma Hongjun asked eagerly.
Xiao Wu replied,
"Because the little brat has already left for the City of Slaughter. I can't be giving birth while he's away—it wouldn't make sense."
The men who hadn't gotten children yet suddenly understood: children could be born, but they couldn't be born without at least one official father. With Tang San gone to the City of Slaughter, the timing wouldn't line up.
"That damned brat! Why'd he have to go to the City of Slaughter?!" Feng Xiaotian cursed angrily.
Ma Hongjun sighed,
"Ugh… in his past life, Tang San stayed in the City of Slaughter for five whole years. My Tang Wujun will have to wait another five years."
Oscar said firmly,
"Five years? I can wait! Xiao Wu, after five years, I'll definitely give that brat a child named Tang Wuka. I swear it!"
—
At the entrance of the City of Slaughter, a short-limbed, dark-skinned young man appeared.
It was Tang San.
He gazed at the city with determination. This was his second time here.
But unlike in his past life—when he came only to obtain the Killing God Domain—this time he came for the Asura God's divine inheritance.
Tang San knew that just like Sea God Island and Spirit Hall, the City of Slaughter was also a place of divine inheritance. After becoming the Asura God, he had discovered the hidden Asura Temple deep within the city.
In his previous life, he had obtained the Asura God's position without ever undergoing the divine trial. That had been a disadvantage, because his affinity with Asura was very low—most of his divine affinity had gone to the Sea God instead.
But this life would be different. He would not inherit the Sea God's position. He would devote all his affinity to the Asura God.
Tang San was confident he could survive the City of Slaughter.
After all, this was the Asura God's own domain. As the youth chosen and guided by the Asura God, how could he not receive divine favor here?
In the City of Slaughter, soul masters could not use soul skills due to the lack of domains. But this was precisely an advantage for the Tang family.
The Clear Sky Sect could still use the secret techniques of the Clear Sky Hammer. And Tang San had even more advantages: besides the Clear Sky Hammer techniques, he had hidden weapons and Tang Sect skills that worked perfectly here. Entering the City of Slaughter was like returning home.
Tang San walked into a tavern in the city and said,
"Bring me a Bloody Mary."
The drink was served. After finishing it and disposing of a few fools who picked a fight with him, Tang San stepped deeper into the City of Slaughter.
This was the Asura God's domain—the one place where he could still intervene directly in the mortal world.
Our Tang San had already grown distorted. Under the watchful eye of the God of Destruction, the Asura God could no longer interfere freely in the human world. But within the City of Slaughter, he still could.
Thus, Tang San would receive the Asura God's blessings here: enhanced talent, soul ring replacement, even restored appearance, and finally, the beginning of the divine trial.
But unfortunately—Tang San had arrived too late.
Our story must rewind. Back to the moment when Tang San had just been reborn into this world, when Tang Hao caused havoc at Tianguling, forcing the Asura God to be sealed for overstepping his interference in the mortal realm.
One day in the God Realm equals a year in the mortal world. From that moment until now, only about sixteen days had passed in the God Realm.
But in those sixteen days, the entire balance of the God Realm had drastically shifted.