Starting from Douluo to Capture Goddesses

"Tang San, were you always this kind of person? Lurking by my side, just to obtain my Soul Ring?"

"Hehe, the son of a Titled Douluo, a supremely noble status, yet you play the part of the pitiable so well, even wearing patched-up clothes. You really do put on a good show."

"But it makes sense, doesn't it? If you hadn't played the part, how could you become a Part-Time Student? You must have known that I'd just entered the human world penniless and would wait for me at the Part-Time Student dormitory. Hehe, all of it was a deception. Your father killed Sister A Yin using the same methods, and now you're planning to do the same to me."

Xiaowu muttered to herself, voicing her grievances. All alone, she ran off into the distance; her heart shattered little by little at that moment.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.

At this moment, her heart for Tang San had died.

As a girl, even as a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, she was utterly fragile emotionally. No girl could endure such a blow. Tang San, the person who had been with her for six years, was kind to her only to keep her tied to his side, waiting until he grew strong enough to take her Soul Ring and soul bone.

"Boom boom boom."

As if responding to Xiaowu's feelings, thunder roared and lightning flashed across the sky, clouds gathered, and the world grew dark. In a matter of moments, a torrential downpour began.

The pitter-patter of raindrops fell on Xiaowu, drenching her dress.

The chilling wind blew so cold, but at that moment, Xiaowu felt not an ounce of it. The pain in her heart was the most excruciating of all.

She walked aimlessly, not knowing where she was going. All she knew was that her heart ached, an unbearable pain. Memories of her and Tang San over the past six years surfaced in her mind.

What were once heartwarming scenes now seemed glaringly painful. Because these scenes, these coincidences, were all part of Tang San's deliberate show, his act to impress her.

Feigned warmth could only make her feel sick.

She didn't understand why Tang San would do such a thing. Were a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring and soul bone really that important? To increase his "Cultivation Level," did he really have to go to such lengths?

Even if he had such thoughts at first, could six years and such deep feelings really not sway him? Was his heart made of iron? So hard? Could he remain unmoved by six years of affection?

...

Xiaowu lowered her head and continued to walk aimlessly, raindrops falling on her, with her dress becoming thoroughly wet and clinging tightly to her figure, revealing the curves of the young girl's body.

She looked up at the gloomy sky; the vast world seemed to have only her in it. Coming to the human world, she thought she had found friends like Da Ming and Er Ming. How laughable it was—how could she have a relative in the human world?

Even if she did, could they remain calm upon learning her identity as a hundred-thousand-year soul beast? Could they truly not be overcome by greed and doom her to death?

"Don't walk any further out, come back with me."

Just then, Xu Ran, clad in a black robe and holding a single-person umbrella, stood in front of Xiaowu, preventing her from walking any further away.

"Xu Ran, you've come." Xiaowu looked at him, tears uncontrollably falling from her eyes. She couldn't help feeling aggrieved. If it weren't for Xu Ran, she wondered how much longer that despicable and shameless Tang San would have deceived her, and to think she would have had to count the money after being sold by him.

But thankfully, Xu Ran would not deceive her. Under the vast heavens, everyone might deceive her, but Auspicious Beasts would not. As the King of Auspicious Beasts, it would be absolutely beneath him to stoop so low as to do such a thing in the guise of Xu Ran.

"Stop crying, someone like Tang San isn't worth it," Xu Ran said, taking off his coat and draping it over Xiaowu's delicate frame.

But Xu Ran was by no means that kind of shameless scoundrel. He naturally wouldn't allow Xiaowu to get hurt just to satisfy his own desires. How could her fragile body withstand such heavy rain? She was no longer the powerful hundred-thousand-year soft bone rabbit—her constitution was now just that of an ordinary human girl.

After reincarnating, she was no different from a human. But why should she, a soul beast who had reincarnated, bear those burdens? Once her identity was exposed, countless powerhouses would set their sights on her.

A hundred-thousand-year soul beast is a precious treasure, and a transformed hundred-thousand-year soul beast is even more a treasure that could cause a sensation across the Continent.

Why did Ah Yin, who reincarnated from a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, attract Qian Xun Ji and countless powerhouses to chase and kill her? A hundred-thousand-year soul beast is very difficult for even the Pope to possess because a hundred-thousand-year soul beast has strong "Cultivation Level" and combat ability. Most importantly, such high-level soul beasts have their own life-saving soul skills. When they know they're undoubtedly going to die, they choose to self-destruct rather than suffer the humiliation of having their soul bones taken by humans. Thus, hunting a hundred-thousand-year soul beast is extremely difficult, and even the most powerful Titled Douluo can't guarantee absolute success.

However, a reincarnated hundred-thousand-year soul beast, indistinguishable from humans, is too simple to kill. Therefore, each one in the human world would arouse extreme envy in everyone.

Xiaowu herself is akin to a treasure; if other powerful Soul Masters knew her identity, they would desperately try to kill her.

Yet, Tang Hao knew all this but did nothing to stop Xiaowu from going to Martial Soul Hall. Perhaps Tang San had no intention of killing, but Tang Hao definitely wanted to orchestrate a scene where Xiaowu sacrificed herself for Tang San.

He employed the same method on Ah Yin, his own lover. If he could bring himself to do such a thing to her, how could he possibly hesitate to harm Xiaowu?

Xiaowu's beautiful eyes were red, tears still glistening, as rain soaked her long hair, running down along her strands. Tears mixed with rain, and in that moment, Xiaowu appeared so fragile, aggrieved, and fearful.

Even as a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, she had lived carefree in the Aquipeia Forest, protected by her mother and by Da Ming and Er Ming. How could she have known about the countless schemes of the human world?

Seeing Xiaowu cry so heartbreakingly, Xu Ran's heart also ached.

He didn't want to see Xiaowu cry. But if it were not this way, would they really have separated? Indecision leads to chaos. How much grievance did Xiaowu suffer following Tang San? Not only did she sacrifice herself, but Da Ming and Er Ming did as well.

However, from now on, he would protect her. As an Auspicious Beast, with his current identity, even commanding ten-thousand-year soul beasts to protect Xiaowu wouldn't be a problem.

Xu Ran looked at Xiaowu, sighed softly, and gently stroked her wet hair before tenderly pulling her slender and lovely body into his arms.