Chapter 75: Tang San—I’ll End Her Right Now!

Regardless of whether it was friendship or something more, he didn't want to walk a predetermined path of separation from his close classmate.

Tang Wulin's personality had always been one that reassured his guardians.

But once he hit adolescence, he still managed to make his biological father, Tang San, feel restless, like his brain was about to explode.

Was this foolish son really his bloodline?

Even so, Tang San forced himself to patiently explain:"Wulin, have I ever lied to you?"

"As for why Gu Yue is so dominant, that stems from her bloodline. You can think of it as her possessiveness towards you—within her natural instincts, this equates to her having feelings for you."

"Of course, if you're worried about her strong personality, you can always take concubines in the future. You can find a few who are gentle and submissive to balance things out."

"I still know a few families on the continent. After my evaluations, one of them, the Bai Clan, has the Martial Soul of the Demon Soul Great White Shark. The women of their clan—like Xiao Bai—are undoubtedly gentle as water. If I go and speak to them, they'll definitely be willing to give you a concubine."

Frankly speaking, Tang San's words left Tang Wulin completely dumbfounded.

Although he had heard from a young age that many prominent figures in high positions had multiple wives, he never had such thoughts.

Moreover, he was still so young—wasn't it too early to be thinking about such things?

And besides, Sister Zixin had just accepted his confession. How could he start thinking about other women now?

Thus, in his train of thought, Tang Wulin's focus once again returned to Ouyang Zixin.

In order to get Old Tang to fully acknowledge his relationship with Ouyang Zixin, Tang Wulin began to argue his case.

"I don't care about Zixin's past—it wasn't her fault. I only care about my future with her."

"Just like how Tang Sect's ancestor, Tang San, didn't care about his wife Xiao Wu's so-called unsavory past."

These words instantly enraged Tang San's divine consciousness.

His Xiao Wu was pure and untainted—what unsavory past?!

The only thing that could be considered even remotely questionable was the fact that Xiao Wu used to be a soul beast. But once a soul beast took human form, they became human! It had absolutely nothing to do with soul beasts anymore!

If it had been anyone else who said such words, they would have been courting death!

Before Tang San's divine consciousness could demand an explanation, Tang Wulin continued with a statement that made Tang San want to beat him with a Seven Wolves belt.

"Tang San's wife, Xiao Wu, is well known to have been a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, the Soft Bone Rabbit Empress."

"And according to textbooks, the reproductive habits of the Soft Bone Rabbit species dictate that before reaching one hundred thousand years of cultivation, they must have birthed countless litters of baby rabbits."

"Not to mention, this Soft Bone Rabbit Empress had two close companions back in Star Dou Forest—the Sky Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape."

"There's no reproductive barrier between different soul beast species, which is also something taught in our textbooks."

"Even so, Tang San's ancestor didn't mind at all and continued to love his wife Xiao Wu wholeheartedly."

"This proves that past events fade like smoke in the wind. They never hindered Tang San and his wife from becoming a couple that the world envied."

"Tang San's ancestor is truly a role model for us young men!"

Tang Wulin spoke to himself, thinking he was praising and affirming Tang San—offering words of admiration.

Little did he know that at this moment, Tang San's divine consciousness was already on the verge of going berserk.

And then…

Three Furious Roars!

Tang Wulin's Sea of Spirit trembled violently!

The last time Tang San had been this enraged was during the God Realm Authority Struggle, when the God of Destruction sent the God of Destruction's subordinate to kidnap Xiao Wu during her pregnancy.

That was one of the few times in his life he had been forced to compromise—but today, he, Tang San, would not compromise!

This was his own seed. If he couldn't even handle his own son, then what was the point of him having ruled the God Realm for so many years?

Since the soft approach wasn't working, it was time for the hard approach—beating some sense into his son!

At this moment, Tang Wulin had already been knocked unconscious by the Three Furious Roars skill.

Normally, someone who had just been knocked out wouldn't wake up immediately.

But Tang Wulin's body suddenly started moving again.

His eyes opened, now flashing with an ocean-deep blue light—boundless, vast as the sea.

Clearly, Tang Wulin had been replaced.

Right now, the one controlling Tang Wulin's body was none other than Tang San's divine consciousness.

After adjusting to the body, his lips curved into a cold smirk.

Walking over to the desk, he took out paper and pen.

With elegant strokes, he wrote a farewell letter—in Ouyang Zixin's name—addressed to Tang Wulin.

Of course, Tang San knew his son well. A mere farewell letter wouldn't make Tang Wulin give up on her.

But he wasn't planning to use soft methods anymore, not even for his own son.

As someone who had always been in absolute control, Tang San despised anything that slipped out of his grasp.

Luckily, the Douluo Continent was where the God of Love had fallen. It still retained traces of the God of Love's divine power laws—just enough for his purposes.

As a God King, Tang San was confident. Give him a lever, and he could tip the balance completely.

Soon, two golden-blue trident symbols flashed in Tang Wulin's sea-blue pupils.

Within them, two figures wielding Sea God Tridents danced, their movements awe-inspiring.

Had Tang Wulin still been conscious, he would have felt an intense pain in his mind.

A divine-level spiritual imprint had already been etched deep within his brain.

This spiritual mark wasn't fatal—not even close. It had no real offensive power.

Its only effect was to subtly and gradually influence his thoughts on love.

Only someone whose spiritual power reached the same level as Tang San's could detect it. Otherwise, this spiritual imprint would cling to its host like an inescapable parasite.

After all, Tang San's divine consciousness was precious. He had no way of contacting the God Realm, so every bit he used was irreplaceable—he had to make it count.

As the final stroke of the letter fell, Tang San whispered with absolute confidence:

"Wulin, didn't you say I don't understand Ouyang Zixin?"

"Well then… as your father, I'll end her right now."

At dusk.

A small grove, filled with chirping cicadas.

Under Tang San's control, Tang Wulin entered the woods.

Behind him, Ouyang Zixin followed closely.

Being pulled into a secluded grove by a boy—this was something every schoolgirl had heard rumors about. Ouyang Zixin was no exception.

At that moment, a faint blush appeared on her baby-fat cheeks.

She began to overthink things.

Isn't Wulin still a bit young for this?

Wait, no—soul masters develop faster than normal people…

Should I… give it to him?

Forget it—he's mine anyway. Sooner or later, I'll…

Just as she was about to convince herself and take action—

Suddenly!

A piercing pain—the sensation of her body being run through—assaulted her mind.

(End of Chapter)