Douluo Continent: I teach and nurture students at Tianshui Academy!

Tang San is his only disciple.

Moreover, Flander just received a letter from Yu Xiaogang, who is coming tomorrow!

Zhao Wuji sighed as he looked at Flander, who was extremely anxious and unwilling to believe that Tang San was dead.

"Sigh, Tang San is really dead. He was burned to ashes, completely and utterly dead. It's no use if you don't believe me."

"I scattered his ashes," Zhao Wuji silently added in his heart.

Flander, having received confirmation once again, could not accept this result. He swayed, slumped into his chair, his face deathly pale, as if all his energy had been drained away. His eyes were vacant, and he muttered:

"We're doomed. Haotian Douluo won't let us off the hook, and Xiaogang will hate me to death..."

Seeing Flander's distraught appearance, Zhao Wuji didn't know what to say. He could only blame Tang San for his own foolishness.

Relying on his father being the Haotian Douluo, he became arrogant and conceited, offending not only the Soul Douluo but also that other person!

Thinking of that person, Zhao Wuji felt a sense of relief.

Fortunately, that person was righteous and only killed Tang San without attacking them. Otherwise, with his weak arms and legs, Old Zhao wouldn't have been able to withstand a single blow from that person.

"Old Zhao, who exactly killed Tang San, a spirit beast or a spirit master?"

After a long while, Flander came to his senses and asked Zhao Wuji with a pale face.

If they were spirit beasts, then they would have to bear the blame for Tang San's death, since they failed to protect him.

If it's a Soul Master, then it's easy. As long as they actively hunt down and capture that Soul Master and bring him to Haotian Douluo, their responsibility will be greatly reduced, and at least they can save their lives.

Zhao Wuji could easily guess what Flander was thinking, his voice revealing helplessness.

"Tang San said he died at the hands of a Soul Master, but—"

Upon hearing that he was a Soul Master, Flander immediately breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that he was a Soul Master.

Even if it's a Soul Douluo, Flander has a way to capture him. At worst, he can go to Heaven Dou City and ask Erlongmei to come out of seclusion. With Xiaogang around, Erlongmei will definitely cooperate.

However, upon hearing Zhao Wuji say "but," Flander felt a little nervous and quickly asked him a question.

"But what? Could it be that you've already killed that Soul Master?!"

Zhao Wuji shook his head; he had neither the strength nor the courage to oppose that person.

Upon learning that Old Zhao had not killed the Soul Master, Flander's face lit up with joy. Thank goodness, there was still a chance to make amends.

However, Zhao Wuji's next words struck Flander's mind like a thunderbolt, completely stunning him.

"But the Soul Master who killed Tang San was also a Title Douluo, and he was the Haoyang Douluo who was currently very popular on the continent."

"what!!!"

Flander's startled voice instantly rose to a shrill, piercing tone, forcing Zhao Wuji to cover his ears. The porcelain cups couldn't withstand the pressure and shattered on the spot.

The four characters "Haoyang Douluo" were like an insurmountable mountain, suppressing all of Flander's thoughts and pinning them to the ground, never to emerge again.

Flander's eyes lost their luster again, and he kept muttering "impossible."

"How is that possible? How could Tang San have offended that person? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

He originally thought that the one who killed Tang San was just an ordinary Soul Douluo, but he never expected that it was actually a Title Douluo, and that it was the Haoyang Douluo who was famous throughout the continent for killing five Title Douluos in one move!

It's over, it's really over now!

Putting Tang Hao aside, that Haoyang Douluo alone is someone Shrek Academy can't afford to offend. How did Tang San manage to provoke him?

"Old Zhao, what exactly happened? Why did Tang San offend that person?"

Faced with Flander's questioning, Zhao Wuji told him everything that had happened in the Soul Hunting Town, as well as Tang San's provocation of the Dragon Duke and Snake Granny in the Star Dou Great Forest and his disrespectful words to Haoyang Douluo.

After listening to Lao Zhao's story, Flander felt a surge of resentment towards Tang San and cursed him inwardly as an idiot who thought he could mess with people just because his father was a Title Douluo!

Moreover, of all people to mess with, he had to mess with that Haoyang Douluo. Even your father might not dare to do that. He wanted to kill them. He deserved to be burned to death!

Watching Flander's face change constantly, sometimes pale, sometimes ashen, and sometimes rosy, Zhao Wuji had to give him a thumbs up for his face-changing skills.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, let's get the other teachers together and pack up and run away. As for Mu Bai and the others, let them drop out of school!"

Flander sighed in the end. He had given up struggling. He couldn't afford to mess with Tang San's father and the others, and he couldn't afford to mess with the people who killed Tang San, so he might as well run away.

As for where he ran off to, he went to seek refuge with Erlongmei, of course.

My older brother is in trouble, as his younger sister, I should help him out.

When Zhao Wuji heard Flanders say they were going to run away, his face lit up with joy, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, I'll pass the word on right away."

He had wanted to run away for a long time. Staying here any longer would bring him one step closer to death, and running away would give him a greater sense of security.

As soon as Zhao Wuji opened the door of the wooden house, he saw Ma Hongjun, the fat chicken, rushing over in a panic, his face full of horror, which made Old Zhao's expression change drastically.

Could it be that Tang Hao has arrived?!

"Teacher Zhao! Tang San, Tang San..."

"Tang San's father is here?!"

Zhao Wuji quickly pressed Ma Hongjun down, his face full of anxiety, and asked him if Tang Hao had arrived.

The fat chicken kept shaking its head, its face flushed red from running so fast, and it was panting heavily, speaking in fits and starts.

"Tang San! Tang San has been resurrected!!"

"What did you say?!"

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(Tang San: I died, hehe, I'm alive again, come and kill me~)

Chapter 127: One Hundred Tang Sans?!

At the door of the cabin, Zhao Wuji gripped Ma Hongjun's shoulder tightly. The grip was so strong that the fat man looked pained, his obese body twisting and struggling, trying to break free from Zhao Wuji's clutches.

When Old Zhao heard the news of Tang San's resurrection, his rugged face was filled with shock, and his eyes revealed disbelief.

How could that be? How could Tang San possibly be resurrected? That brat was burned to ashes right in front of him. He even scattered his ashes; how could he be resurrected?

Zhao Wuji roared and questioned the fat chicken.

"What did you just say?! Tang San has come back to life?! What's going on?!"

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Teacher Zhao, please let go, please let go!"

Ma Hongjun was in excruciating pain all over his body and shoulders from Lao Zhao's claws. He repeatedly begged for mercy, asking Lao Zhao to let him go.

Hearing the commotion outside, Flander rushed out to help his disciple out of the predicament, while also anxiously asking Ma Hongjun for his opinion.

"Hongjun, what exactly happened? Has Tang San really come back to life?"

Ma Hongjun rubbed his aching shoulders, looking aggrieved, and recounted the news of Tang San's resurrection in detail.

Just over ten minutes ago, Xiao Zhu suddenly brought Tang San back. They were all very surprised, after all, everyone had seen Tang San burned to ashes, and even his ashes were scattered by Zhao Wuji.

However, Tang San explained that he had already escaped using a special soul skill before being burned, and the pile of ash he left behind was just a smokescreen to make the person believe that he had been burned to death.

"I see. It's good that Tang San is alive."

Although he didn't know what special soul skill Tang San used to escape, as long as he was still alive, Flander breathed a deep sigh of relief.

As long as Tang San is alive, Tang Hao won't bother them, and they won't need to run away.

No, we still need to run away!

Flander thought of Haoyang Douluo. If he knew that Tang San was still alive, he would definitely come to kill him. At that time, with just a few Soul Saints, they would have no power to resist a Title Douluo.

However, Zhao Wuji was skeptical about Tang San's resurrection.

He could see it clearly: Tang San had burned to ashes right in front of him.

Moreover, what special soul skill could allow a Great Soul Master to escape from the clutches of a Title Douluo? Could it be something Tang Hao left for Tang San?

Forget it, I don't want to.

Regardless of whether Tang San is alive or dead, Old Zhao is prepared to resign from Shrek Academy.

Moreover, since Tang San is still alive, Haoyang Douluo will definitely not let this go easily, so it's best to stay away from this mess.

In the open space of Shrek Academy, Tang San stood beside Little Spider, looking much the same as before.

From their conversation, Dai Mubai and Oscar learned that he had been teleported outside the Star Dou Great Forest by that special soul skill, which is why it took him almost two days to return.

However, after the incident in the Star Dou Great Forest, Dai Mubai and the others' attitude towards Tang San underwent a subtle change.

After all, the reason they got into trouble with Haoyang Douluo was because Tang San was arrogant and caused trouble everywhere because his father was a titled Douluo.

If it weren't for that special soul skill that saved his life, Tang San would have died long ago.

Little Spider stood obediently beside Tang San, still maintaining her charming smile, but the way she looked at Tang San was filled with an indescribable strangeness.

Ning Chuchu and Zhu Jingjing were the same. They stood next to Dai Mubai and Oscar, and a strange smile appeared on their faces, but it quickly disappeared and they returned to normal.

The atmosphere in the open space was strangely eerie and unsettling.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Demon Soul Small Dimension.

At the sacred site of the Demon Soul Cult, the Soul Devouring Holy Mountain, atop the mountain, the Demon Soul Cult Leader stood before rows of special containers resembling coffins, a total of one hundred, though two of them were already empty.

The remaining ninety-eight containers were filled with a blood-red liquid, eerie and strange, emitting a faint red glow and exuding a life force.

Through the blood-red liquid, one could vaguely see a male body inside, and his appearance was exactly the same as Tang San's!

Ninety-eight containers, each containing a body of Tang San!

It gives you a chilling feeling!

The Demon Soul Cult Leader's gaze fell upon the two empty containers, his voice cold and indifferent, devoid of joy or sorrow.

"Someone is coming."

As His voice fell, a figure emerged from the shadows, kneeling respectfully behind the Demon Soul Cult Master, and asked in a deep voice.

"Master, what are your orders?"