Er Ming, who had been silently standing nearby, twitched his eyebrows upon hearing Tang Wulin refer to Tang San in this way.
But there was nothing he could do about it—it was Tang San's own doing. Who could blame him for sealing Tang Wulin's memories? It wasn't Er Ming's fault. Not his fault at all.
Tang Ya, however, paid no attention to Er Ming's reaction. Impatient and irritated, she snapped, "Who doesn't know these things? So what exactly are you trying to say?"
Tang Wulin, who was usually kind and gentle, felt a little hurt by Tang Ya's sharp tone. But when he thought about the lofty mission entrusted to him, a hint of resolve appeared in his eyes.
"Miss Tang Ya, you know that Ancestor Tang San didn't die—he became a god. And gods are immortal beings."
Hearing Tang Wulin's somewhat stiff delivery, Tang Ya's expression grew even darker.
But the implications of Tang Wulin's words left Tang Ya frozen in place.
"What… do you mean?" Tang Ya asked, her voice trembling.
Even Tang Wulin felt a bit uncomfortable with the situation, but having come this far, there was no turning back.
"Ancestor Tang San has issued a divine decree to the Hao Tian Sect."
At this moment, all color drained from Tang Ya's face, leaving her as pale as paper.
"What is it?"
A faint glow began to emanate from Tang Wulin's forehead, and the image of a trident appeared on his brow.
"By the divine decree of Ancestor Tang San, the current leader of the Tang Sect, Tang Ya, lacks the virtue to restore the sect's former glory. She is hereby ordered to step down as the sect leader and pass the position to Tang Wulin, the chosen disciple of the Sea God, so that he may revive the Tang Sect and spread our divine majesty."
Tang Ya stared blankly at the trident symbolizing the Sea God on Tang Wulin's forehead, rendered utterly speechless.
Seeing Tang Ya's devastated state, Bei Bei's heart ached, and he couldn't bear to see her like this. Finally, he mustered the courage to slowly approach her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Xiaoya, give the sect leader's inheritance token to Wulin. I heard this divine decree from Grandpa—it's real. No mistake.
And think about it—once Wulin becomes the new sect leader, you won't have to struggle so hard anymore."
Bei Bei wanted to say more, but Tang Ya suddenly shook off his hand, glaring at the three of them with an ashen face.
"I—refuse!"
"The Tang Sect has been passed down through my family for generations! Even if Ancestor Tang San is still alive, how can he just take away the honor my family has upheld for ten thousand years with a single word?!"
Though Er Ming had become human, his core nature was still that of a beast. Seeing Tang Ya's defiance, he instinctively sought to suppress her with overwhelming power. In an instant, the aura of a Titled Douluo filled the air.
Even when Tang San was only at Level 30, he could withstand the soul power pressure of someone at Level 40. But Tang Ya was now directly facing the full might of a Titled Douluo.
Fortunately, Er Ming held back out of consideration for Tang Wulin nearby. Otherwise, Tang Ya would have been dead on the spot.
Tang Wulin, who hadn't intended for things to escalate so much, immediately changed his expression and hastily stopped Er Ming's rash actions.
"Sister Xiaoya, are you alright?" Tang Wulin quickly helped Tang Ya up, concern evident in his voice.
But Tang Ya's heart was now filled with rage. Even though the other party was a Titled Douluo, she angrily shrugged off Tang Wulin's support.
She would not relinquish the position of Tang Sect leader!
At this moment, Tang Ya realized two things clearly.
Bei Bei had betrayed her, and so had their ancestor, Tang San.
Tang Ya knew Bei Bei's background. From the time they first met to their eventual romance, she could understand why he hadn't helped her avenge the Tang Sect's destruction. After all, the decline of the Tang Sect was a natural result of factional struggles, and Shrek Academy was supposed to be a neutral force that shouldn't interfere.
But if they were truly neutral, why were they interfering now with her position as sect leader?
Was it because she was easy to bully, so they applied double standards?!
Tang Ya's gaze toward Bei Bei was no longer filled with the warmth and love of before. Instead, it was now cold and full of rejection.
Tang Ya then thought about the so-called divine decree.
If the great and exalted ancestor Tang San was still alive, why had he allowed the Tang Sect to fall into ruin?
Why had the former glory of the Tang Sect disappeared? Why had their stronghold vanished? Why had her parents died, leaving her alone in the world?
And the cause of all this was a third-rate sect that didn't even have a Soul Sage.
Wasn't that ironic? Wasn't that laughable?
But after a surge of hatred and confusion, Tang Ya's eyes grew hollow. Even though everything had betrayed her, what could she possibly do?
She had long understood—weakness was the original sin.
At this moment, Ye Wen, who had been strolling nearby, suddenly paused.
"Such pure dark energy—but too weak."
Ye Wen pondered. As the stronghold of Shrek Academy, Shrek City was a place where no innate evil soul masters existed, and even ordinary evil soul masters wouldn't dare set foot here. They feared being discovered and ganged up on.
A faint smile curved Ye Wen's lips.
"It seems things are about to get interesting."
Tang Wulin and Bei Bei still tried to persuade Tang Ya further, hoping not to let the situation deteriorate completely.
But Tang Ya took a step back. Her once lively eyes now turned lifeless as she coldly stared at the two men who had once entered her heart.
In this romantic world, Tang Ya had once been a hopeless romantic. But after being deeply wounded by absolute betrayal, her absolute romanticism had transformed into absolute rationality.
She now understood.
There was no way she could keep the position of Tang Sect leader—not with a Titled Douluo present. Handing over the sect leader's token was only a matter of time.
In the face of overwhelming strength, resistance was meaningless—it would only bring more pain.
But Tang Ya still clung to a sliver of hope. "Wulin, can't we work together to revive the Tang Sect? Why must you take the position of sect leader?
I'll listen to you from now on—I promise! Just don't take my position as sect leader, okay?"
Tang Wulin had never intended to pursue this role in the first place. Everything was dictated by the divine decree, and he now looked troubled.
Watching the scene unfold, Er Ming impatiently interjected, "No. The reason this divine decree was issued is because your lineage is too weak to carry the glory of the Tang Sect. That's why you must hand over the sect leader's position.
Look at Wulin—he has rare twin spirits with full innate soul power. Though they're not the ideal Blue Silver Grass and Heaven's Hammer combination, they're more than enough to restore the Tang Sect's glory.
You, little girl, stop dilly-dallying and hand over the sect leader's inheritance token already! Crack, crack!"
Er Ming's impatience showed as he cracked his knuckles menacingly, his ferocious aura unmistakable.
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