"Destruction, I, Tang San, will remember today's humiliation and repay it a hundredfold in the future!" Tang San's eyes glinted darkly as he gritted his teeth, staring at the powdered remains of the table on the floor.
At that moment, the grand hall's doors were pushed open, and a woman in a pink short skirt hopped cheerfully inside. Her features were strikingly beautiful, with long hair tied into a scorpion braid that gently swayed behind her, revealing the delicate, slender curve of her fair neck from the side.
Her short skirt cinched at the waist, perfectly accentuating her captivating figure. The hem revealed a pair of long, fair legs that surpassed the golden ratio, exuding a breathtaking beauty without appearing disproportionate.
Hearing the door open, Tang San, whose face had been clouded with gloom, scanned with his divine sense and realized it was his wife, Xiao Wu, returning. He quickly suppressed his displeasure, replacing it with a warm smile. Looking down at the table's debris, he waved his hand, instantly cleaning the floor. By the time Xiao Wu reached the hall, everything was spotless.
"Third Brother, I'm back!" Xiao Wu leaped into Tang San's arms with a bound.
Tang San smiled and said, "You're a mother now, yet you're still so playful."
Xiao Wu pouted playfully. "So what? Xiao Qi isn't home, so I can do whatever I want."
At the mention of Xiao Qi, a thoughtful look crossed Tang San's eyes. He remembered that his daughter was still in the lower realm. With the Child of Destiny now under the God King of Destruction's attention and possessing strength comparable to a Limit Douluo, his daughter had no chance of getting close to him. Her presence in the lower realm was becoming pointless, a waste of time. It might be better to bring her back to the Divine Realm.
But on second thought, Tang San decided to let his daughter stay in the lower realm a bit longer. Some experience would do her good and perhaps temper her mischievous nature.
At that moment, Xiao Wu asked curiously, "Third Brother, what happened to the table in the hall?"
Tang San's smile stiffened briefly before he replied, "The table was old, so I'm planning to replace it with a new one."
Not wanting to dwell on the topic, Tang San quickly changed the subject. "Xiao Wu, did you have fun at the Goddess of Life's place?"
"The Goddess of Life was very welcoming. I had a great time there. We even made plans to visit the Hundred Million Flower Forest in the northern Divine Realm next week," Xiao Wu replied.
Tang San nodded with a smile. "Make sure to enjoy yourself with the Goddess of Life."
Inwardly, Tang San felt a sense of satisfaction. This was his strategy of "wifely diplomacy." As a man, it wasn't convenient for him to personally build a relationship with the Goddess of Life. After all, the God King of Destruction and the Goddess of Life couldn't have children. If he visited her, it might touch a sensitive nerve, and if Destruction mistakenly thought Tang San was cuckolding him, he might go berserk and try to kill him.
But Xiao Wu, as a woman, could visit the Goddess of Life without issue. Tang San encouraged Xiao Wu to spend time with her and build a rapport. This way, the Goddess of Life would likely view him more favorably as Xiao Wu's husband, and he could subtly influence her through Xiao Wu—a brilliant, multifaceted strategy.
In his free time, Tang San worked on building relationships with the neutral faction's gods, such as the God of Emotion, Rong Nianbing, the Water God and Light God among the Elemental Gods, and the God Kings of Kindness and Evil. These neutral gods were powerful, and if he could gain their favor, they might support him in any future conflict with the God King of Destruction, ensuring his success.
Just as Tang San was congratulating himself on his clever strategy, Xiao Wu's face took on a sly expression. "Third Brother, I've done so well. Don't I deserve a reward?"
Tang San gave a wry smile. "In broad daylight? That's not quite appropriate, is it?"
"What's wrong with it? Hurry up!"
Soon, Tang San and Xiao Wu moved from the living room to the bedroom. Ten minutes later, Tang San emerged, his eyes calm and serene, free of any distractions. In this state, Tang San felt his rationality was terrifyingly sharp, unaffected by any emotions.
He thought to himself, "The Child of Destiny is incredibly powerful and now has the God King of Destruction's attention. Taking him down will be extremely difficult. To eliminate him, a god-level powerhouse would need to act personally to ensure success. But the Divine Realm's rules prohibit god-level beings from directly interfering in the lower realm—a complete deadlock. The God King of Destruction is probably waiting for me to send a god-level powerhouse so he can catch me in the act and impeach me at the Divine Realm Committee."
Tang San furrowed his brow, realizing that using brute force to eliminate the Child of Destiny was no longer viable. He needed another approach.
At that moment, he recalled the God King of Destruction's earlier demand that he give up one of his dual divine positions to pass on to the Child of Destiny, Wang Chen. A spark of inspiration flashed in Tang San's mind, and he devised a brilliant plan: use the Sea God position's inheritance as a trap to kill the Child of Destiny.
By adjusting the difficulty of the divine trials during the inheritance process, making them fraught with danger, the Child of Destiny would surely perish. If he died, the divine position would remain unclaimed, still belonging to Tang San.
Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.
As long as the Child of Destiny couldn't resist the temptation to inherit the divine position, he would fall into Tang San's carefully laid trap, becoming a fish on the chopping block, ready for slaughter. And if he refused the divine position? That was unthinkable. Who could resist the allure of becoming a god, ascending to the Divine Realm, and achieving immortality?
In Tang San's view, the Child of Destiny would inevitably step into his meticulously prepared trap. Even if the Child of Destiny managed to complete the extraordinarily difficult divine trials, Tang San could tamper with the fusion process, ensuring he could never successfully inherit the divine position and become a god.
If the Child of Destiny died during the trials or failed the fusion, even the God King of Destruction could say nothing. After all, it was all voluntary—no one forced him to accept the divine position, undertake the trials, or attempt the fusion.
With this brilliant plan in mind, Tang San's lips curled into a slight smile. He felt his wisdom was unparalleled, unmatched by any god in the Divine Realm.
Eager to act, Tang San began making arrangements to ensure the divine trials were flawless—designed to appear manageable but filled with deadly perils. If the trials seemed too difficult, they might scare off the Child of Destiny, which would ruin his plan. Moreover, with the Child of Destiny's strength, there were few places on Douluo Star that could truly threaten him, so crafting a trial capable of killing him required careful thought.
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Douluo Star, Heavenly Soul Empire, Dragon City.
Dragon City was the northernmost city of the Heavenly Soul Empire, home to two sects: the Heavenly Dragon Sect, formed by remnants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan from ten thousand years ago, and the Earth Dragon Sect, composed of soul masters with sub-dragon martial souls. The Heavenly Dragon Sect was stronger, with a Titled Douluo presiding over it, while the Earth Dragon Sect was weaker, its strongest member, Sect Master Nan Shuishui, only at the peak of the Soul Douluo realm.
To Wang Chen, both sects were insignificant, like chickens and dogs—not worth a single strike. He had no need to worry about them.
Looking at Dragon City's grand walls, Wang Chen blocked the Ice Emperor and Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm in his sea of consciousness. He didn't want the Ice Emperor to know about the Ten Thousand Year Mysterious Ice Essence. This ice-attribute treasure, if known to the Ice Emperor and shared with the Snow Emperor, might spark unnecessary thoughts. If the Snow Emperor obtained it, she could easily survive her 700,000-year tribulation and perhaps, like the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, become a million-year soul beast. In the face of such immense benefits, Wang Chen had to be cautious. After all, he had only known the Ice Emperor for two days, far less time than her bond with the Snow Emperor.
After blocking the Ice Emperor and Heavenly Dream, Wang Chen changed into the attire of the Three Kingdoms of Douluo and entered Dragon City's gates. He casually asked a passerby for the location of the Earth Dragon Sect, then, with a flash of his figure, transformed into a streak of black lightning, vanishing from sight under the stunned gazes of countless onlookers.
Seconds later, above the Earth Dragon Sect, Wang Chen's figure hovered in the air, overlooking the sprawling sect. His spiritual power at the Tangible and Substantive realm erupted, enveloping the entire Earth Dragon Sect. Every blade of grass, every person, every corner was laid bare under his spiritual perception.
Soon, Wang Chen sensed a chilling spring emitting extreme cold in the sect's rear courtyard. Just as he prepared to take all the treasures within the spring, a beautiful mature woman, accompanied by a group of Soul Saints and above, flew up from the ground to confront him.
The woman in the lead had long pink hair. Though her aura suggested middle age, her appearance was that of a twenty-eight- or twenty-nine-year-old. Her features were exquisite and alluring, with no wrinkles or crow's feet, exuding mature charm. Her fair, smooth skin and curvaceous figure, with a full bust and hips, were like a ripe peach, far more enticing than a young girl's.
This woman was none other than the Earth Dragon Sect's Sect Master, Nan Shuishui, a peak Soul Douluo.
Her pink eyes locked onto Wang Chen as she demanded sharply, "Who are you, and why have you trespassed into my Earth Dragon Sect?"
As she spoke, Nan Shuishui activated her martial soul. Two yellow, two purple, and four black soul rings—perfectly optimal—swirled around her mature form. Pink crystalline scales covered her body, and a pink gem appeared on her forehead. Annihilation-attribute soul power enveloped her, resisting Wang Chen's spiritual pressure.
Behind her, the Earth Dragon Sect's elders, all above Soul Saint level, also activated their martial souls. Yellow, purple, and black soul rings flashed in the air as they unleashed their soul power toward Wang Chen.
Wang Chen's expression remained indifferent, his gaze akin to an ant flaunting its might before an elephant. Too lazy to waste words, he unleashed his soul power, which erupted like a tsunami, far surpassing that of a Super Douluo. The faces of Nan Shuishui and the other Earth Dragon Sect soul masters paled drastically.
Nan Shuishui could sense that Wang Chen's soul power was purer and more refined than that of any Super Douluo she had encountered. Realizing they had provoked someone far beyond their sect's capabilities, she quickly softened her tone. "Senior, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! Whatever you need, please tell our Earth Dragon Sect. We are willing to serve you to the fullest."
As the saying goes, those who recognize the situation are wise. Nan Shuishui knew that in the eyes of a Super Douluo, their Earth Dragon Sect was no different from ants. If they angered him, their sect would be doomed.
While fearful, she was also puzzled, thinking to herself, "I know all the Super Douluo of the Three Kingdoms of Douluo. When did an ice-attribute Super Douluo appear? I nearly mistook him for some reckless thug and offended him."
Seeing their compliance, Wang Chen waved his hand dismissively. "I'm here to take one thing and leave. Stay out of my way."
Nan Shuishui and the Earth Dragon Sect elders immediately descended to the ground, not daring to obstruct him. In their view, a Super Douluo could do whatever he wanted and take whatever he pleased. How could they stop him?
With a flash, Wang Chen appeared above the chilling spring. Switching from his Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion martial soul to his weapon spirit martial soul, he mobilized the Origin of Spirit and struck with a palm, infusing the spring and surrounding land with spirituality, bringing it under his control.
"Rise!" Wang Chen commanded.
With a series of rumbling sounds, the entire spring and surrounding ground were uprooted, revealing a cave emanating extreme cold. This was the Ten Thousand Year Mysterious Ice Cave, home to treasures like the Ten Thousand Year Mysterious Ice Essence.
Wang Chen looked at the cave's entrance and leaped inside. Upon entering, he felt as if he had stepped into a celestial realm. The cave's floor, walls, and ceiling were covered in ice-blue crystals of varying sizes, shimmering with radiant beauty.
These crystals, known as Ice Extreme Divine Crystals, were the finest rare metals. Not only were they incredibly hard, but they were also the best conductors and amplifiers of ice-attribute soul power, even suitable for crafting level-10 soul tools.
Wang Chen's eyes gleamed with excitement as he gazed at the dazzling Ten Thousand Year Mysterious Ice Cave. He smiled and said, "From now on, I won't have to worry about materials for soul tools."
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