'The Tang God King reincarnated and rebuilt? What the hell was this?'
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!"
Reborn as an abandoned infant, Tang San opened his eyes to the familiar, gruff face of his father—and tears of joy instantly welled up in his eyes.
He had known from the moment of his rebirth that he was still his father's son! The future would be rewritten by him, the pure and innocent Tang San!
But then, his gaze fell upon the other baby cradled in Tang Hao's arms.
In that instant, the infant—no, the person inside that tiny body—froze in shock.
'I'm… not my father's only son?'
Before he could process this revelation, Tang Hao carried him straight into Holy Soul Village.
Old Jack, witnessing the scene, was utterly dumbfounded.
'Two Tang Sans?'
'This was beyond thrilling!'
'Would there be a second Xiao Wu as well?' The thought alone sent a shiver of anticipation down Fu Ye's spine.
But none of this mattered. Even if the God King himself descended to the mortal world, Fu Ye wouldn't bat an eye. He didn't take Tang San—reborn with the Xuantian Treasure Record—seriously in the slightest.
Still, the idea of two Tang Sans competing on the same stage was undeniably entertaining. Who would emerge victorious in the end?
But if things were to play out this way, some preparations needed to be made in advance.
The Sunset Forest had been the turning point in Tang San's life. Even if Fu Ye had no use for the treasures hidden there, he'd rather feed them to dogs than let Tang San and his companions get their hands on them.
With that thought, Fu Ye vanished from the spot.
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Sunset Forest
The sprawling expanse of the Sunset Forest stretched endlessly, its towering trees forming a vast, emerald sea.
Sunlight struggled to pierce through the dense canopy, casting the forest floor in an eerie, muted glow. The air was thick with an almost mystical stillness, broken only by the occasional distant roar of a soul beast or the cry of an unseen bird.
Fu Ye hovered above the treetops, surveying the land below.
Unlike the Star Dou Forest, this place had its own unique terrain—rolling valleys cradling tranquil pools, jagged cliffs cutting through the wilderness, and dense thickets offering perfect hiding spots for both soul beasts and unwary travelers.
"Truly worthy of being called the Sunset Forest," Fu Ye mused. "Though not as vast as the Star Dou Forest, its soul beast ecosystem is no less impressive."
Descending into the mist-laden depths, he paid no mind to the toxic miasma swirling around him—his body was impervious to such petty poisons.
As the air grew alternately scorching and frigid, Fu Ye knew he was close.
The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
The thought of the reborn Tang San's reaction when he discovered all the precious herbs missing almost made Fu Ye chuckle.
'He'd probably be hopping mad.'
Stepping into the clearing, Fu Ye immediately sensed the violent clash of opposing elemental energies—yet they might as well have been a gentle breeze for all the effect they had on him.
According to Douluo Continent 3: Legend of the Dragon King, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well were said to be formed from the remains of the Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King. But in the current timeline (Douluo 1 and 2), such lore didn't exist.
'Probably another case of parallel world inconsistencies.'
'Douluo 5? Might as well rename it Tang San's Shenlan Wonderland Adventure.'
Before him lay the two legendary springs—one boiling with blistering heat, its surroundings scorched crimson, and the other radiating a bone-chilling cold, frosting the very air around it. Between them thrived an array of rare and potent herbs.
Fu Ye wasted no time.
"Yearning Heartbroken Red? Mine."
"Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass? Mine."
"Infernal Delicate Apricot? Mine."
"Golden Dragon Sweet Potato? Oh, definitely mine."
He swept through the clearing like a storm, leaving not a single blade of spirit grass behind.
Just as he finished his looting, a sharp, youthful voice rang out.
"Who are you?! What are you doing in my herb garden?!"
Fu Ye turned, eyebrow raised.
Standing there was a petite girl with jet-black hair, large round eyes, and a delicate face—adorable, if not for the fury twisting her features.
Fu Ye strode toward her, unfazed.
"S-Stay back!"
The girl—clearly startled—stumbled backward until her back hit a boulder, panic flashing in her eyes.
"M-My grandfather is a Titled Douluo! If you hurt me, he'll—"
Fu Ye didn't stop.
"Titled Douluo, huh?"
This had to be Dugu Yan, Dugu Bo's granddaughter. The only difference from the original timeline was her hair—black instead of emerald green, likely because she'd only just awakened her martial spirit.
A quick scan confirmed her soul power had just reached Rank 10. Dugu Bo was probably out hunting her first soul ring.
"Come on," Fu Ye said, grabbing her by the scruff of her collar like a misbehaving kitten. "Let's go eat melons."
"L-Let me go, you brute! My grandfather will make you regret this!"
Her angry pout was almost comically cute.
Fu Ye smirked.
Dugu Bo would attack him on sight—if he could. But the old poison master wouldn't last a second against him.
Truthfully, Fu Ye had no real use for these herbs. He'd taken them purely to spite Tang San. But since Dugu Bo and his granddaughter had guarded this place for so long, it'd be unfair to leave them empty-handed.
Unlike a certain hypocrite who took everything and still smashed the bowl on his way out.
Out of the twenty-plus immortal herbs he'd harvested, Tang San had only recognized a handful in the original story.
'Yeah, right.'
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