The Corpse Eating Spirit's fundamental bloodline talent is actually devouring, only their method of devouring is rather filthy. But this does not affect the strength of its bloodline talent, after all, it is a Level 2 Bloodline!Helping the Spider Tree Spirit in the end was not purely out of kindness either. By infusing it with some Life Aura, he ensured the Spider Tree Spirit wouldn't die outright, and while he was in contact with it, he also absorbed some of its Mark.
As the saying goes, fortune favors the willing, Tang San had exhausted the foundation of his Bluesilver Emperor yesterday while cultivating the Two Qi of Yin and Yang, and now, he could take the opportunity to collect some plant-type Marks to replenish his Bluesilver Emperor, thus preventing the Two Qi of Yin and Yang from running wild.
While Tang San and Pretty Girl were talking, they ran into some familiar faces. The Dark Gold Demonic Bear and Demon Infant, whom they had seen in the waiting area before, had also finished their match and were coming out of another arena.
The Demon Infant was sitting on the shoulder of the Dark Gold Demonic Bear, grinning as if laughing, but its oversized head conveyed an extremely evil feeling. seaʀᴄh thё nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
There was a faint red glow in the eyes of the Dark Gold Demonic Bear, and from the bloodstains on its claws, it seemed that their recent opponent had faced an unpleasant end.
"Gaga!" The Demon Infant called out to them and then made a throat-slitting gesture.
Tang San's expression immediately turned cold. If it had been just him, he wouldn't have cared, but the gesture from the Demon Infant was made towards Pretty Girl.
"I hope we meet in the next round," Tang San said indifferently.
The Dark Gold Demonic Bear seemed not to have expected this human to speak in such a manner and let out a deep growl.
The sharp voice of the Demon Infant rang out, "Calm down, you need to stay calm to suppress your bloodthirsty desire. Since we're in the same group and they seem to have won too, we'll encounter them sooner or later. On the arena, that's where you can eat. Be good," it said while patting the Dark Gold Demonic Bear's head.
Strangely enough, the formidable Dark Gold Demonic Bear calmed down under the Demon Infant's soothing.
Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly; he could vaguely sense that there seemed to be a special connection between the Demon Infant and the Dark Gold Demonic Bear.
Pretty Girl frowned slightly, "Let's go." She had no good impressions of the Monsters.
"Okay," Tang San agreed, no longer paying attention to the others. As they had said, if they could continue to compete, they would inevitably meet.
"Should we stay to watch the fights, or leave?" Once out of the competition area, Tang San asked Pretty Girl.
Pretty Girl said, "Didn't you say you had some combat skills to teach me? Then let's do it now. Where do you stay?"
Tang San was stunned for a moment, "Go to my place?"
"Otherwise? Go to where I stay? My father is there," Pretty Girl replied, clearly annoyed.
"Alright, alright, of course, that's not a problem," Tang San said hastily, his heart filled with immense joy. He was very keen on the opportunity for some one-on-one time.
Pretty Girl eyed him suspiciously as he was obviously excited and couldn't help but frown, "You don't have any ulterior motives, do you?"
"No, no. I could not beat you anyway. You're so powerful now. Plus, don't you trust my character?" Tang San said with a grin.
"How can I trust you when you won't even remove your mask to let me see your true face?" Pretty Girl huffed.
Tang San sighed, "I have my reasons. Let's be understanding."
"Let's go," said Pretty Girl, not wanting to discuss it further.
After leaving the Ancestral Court Square, Tang San took Pretty Girl back to the White Tiger Hotel. At that time, many carriages were waiting outside the Ancestral Court Square, as today's gathering of spectators made it an excellent opportunity for business. Tang San rented a carriage and gave the name of the hotel.
The carriage's interior wasn't large, and it was enclosed, so he quickly caught the faint fragrance drifting from Pretty Girl.
Tang San wanted to say something, but he wasn't quite sure how to start. Pretty Girl maintained her silence throughout, making the atmosphere in the carriage slightly awkward.
The competition venue was still some distance from the White Tiger Hotel. After a little while, it was Tang San who couldn't hold back any longer and broke the silence, "Why aren't you talking?"
Pretty Girl glanced at him and said, "Didn't you say you understand everything? What more is there for me to say? You know what I want to know."
Tang San hesitated for a moment before saying, "Just wait. Once you take your place as the Chief of the Peacock Demon Clan and become the Lord of Jiali City, I'll remove my mask and tell you everything, alright?"
Pretty Girl's eyes, sparkling with intensity, gazed at him as she said, "Will you keep helping me?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Tang San nodded and replied, "Of course."
"Well then." A faint smile appeared on her pretty face as she nodded gently.
"I asked you to find Tang San for me, have you found him?" she suddenly added.
At the mention of the name Tang San, Tang San genuinely jumped in surprise.
"Er… I haven't had the chance yet. Maybe after this competition is over. Who knows, by the time you return to Jiali City, he might have already come back. What's your relationship with this Tang San anyway?" Though he knew he shouldn't pry, he couldn't help but ask, even if it meant a potential social death when the truth came out…
Pretty Girl thought for a moment, then replied, "A friend, I guess. A little friend. He's younger than me, usually just sweeps floors at Jiali Academy. He's a really nice person, and somewhat shy, but I don't know why, every time I see him…" She paused, as if recalling something.
Tang San really wanted to ask her how she felt about Tang San, and even more, he wanted to ask, as Asura I've been so good to you, yet you won't even give me a cup of milk tea, but you gave it to Tang San, why is that?
Could it be that there is indeed some predestined affinity at work? Logically speaking, after reincarnating into another world, she shouldn't have any recollections of her past life. Yet, her attitude towards Tang San was inexplicably different.
Well, after the competition, Sweeper Li Tang must hurry back to his place. It seems that Sweeper Li Tang has a better chance! Even better than that of myself, who has been fighting to the death for her as the Asura.
"What about when you see him?" Tang San asked.
"I can't quite put it into words," Pretty Girl shook her head, not fully disclosing her true feelings.
Tang San asked, "What about me? Besides not showing my true face in front of you. Do you have any other feelings towards me?"
Pretty Girl gave him a look, "You've always been helping me; I'm aware of that. But until I see your true face, until I know your real purpose, I can't fully trust you. This is how I genuinely feel."
Facing her piercing gaze, Tang San felt the impulse to throw caution to the wind and remove his mask. But right now, it was not the right time. It was more convenient to help her as the Asura, especially until the major issues in Jiali City were resolved.
"I understand. But please believe that everything I do for you is without asking for anything in return, and I will continue to prove to you through my actions that I am trustworthy," Tang San said softly.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Pretty Girl's eyes, and with a brief "Hmm," she fell silent again.
On arriving at the White Tiger Hotel, Tang San got out of the carriage with Pretty Girl. As they walked into the hotel, he asked, "Where are you staying over here in Ancestral Court?"
Pretty Girl replied, "Ancestral property."
Tang San suddenly understood. After all, the Peacock Demon Clan was a race that had once produced a Great Demon Emperor, and it was only natural for them to have some family properties in the Ancestral Court.
He accompanied Pretty Girl upstairs and back to his own room.