Soul Land: I Became Qian Xunji’s older brother

Compared to Qian Renchuan, Tang San's life was even more miserable.

Inside the messy room, the mix of alcohol and sweat made Tang San unable to resist, the familiar scent stirring his longing for his Dad.

Because he forgot to bring Yun'er when he came, Tang Hao was deeply remorseful, looking at Tang San, who was only one year old and almost starving to death on the ground.

He took out the pre-stored goat milk, not knowing if it had gone bad, and stuffed it into Tang San's mouth.

The sour, strangely flavored goat milk invaded Tang San's taste buds, but his mind fell into deep thought.

For the past year, he had been listening to his Dad talk about a woman named Yun'er every day, which made him a bit displeased.

In his opinion, how could his Dad still think about other women when he already had a mother?

It seemed they had even formed an enmity with the Clear Sky Sect because of that woman.

For God King Tang San, enmity was enmity; as long as his memory remained, with the Mysterious Heaven Skill passed down for tens of thousands of years and the Tang Sect's Secret Skills, he would surely become a God again and break the drawbacks of having two God Positions.

"And the evil Spirit Hall, this time, I, Tang San, will definitely bring you to justice."

The pure and noble Tang God King still didn't understand the changes on this continent, and he was quite confident that if he could defeat the Spirit Hall once, he could do it a second time.

"The most urgent task is to first find my ten-thousand-year... beloved wife, Xiao Wu."

Tang San was deeply devoted to this Asura God Sword scabbard. Now that he was Reborn, he naturally had to reserve Xiao Wu's and his two younger brothers-in-law's spirit ring and Spirit Bone.

For his grand plan of becoming a God, he could only make Xiao Wu suffer a bit more.

He would also resurrect Xiao Wu later and compensate her well.

Tang Hao numbly poured himself a mouthful of wine, looking at Tang San, who neither cried nor made a fuss, his brows furrowed.

Why did this son look less and less like him and more like his elder brother, Tang Xiao?

A bad thought emerged in his mind, and Tang Hao quickly shook his head, muttering to himself, "How could that be? Yun'er was with me the whole time after she got pregnant. Big brother wouldn't have had a chance."

Moreover, the nine months of pregnancy also aligned perfectly. It must be because he and his elder brother were siblings, so the child looked so similar.

After brainwashing himself, Tang Hao finally felt relieved, but looking at Tang San drinking the sour goat milk, his expression was not good.

Why did he have to resemble his elder uncle, of all people?

But then he thought, no, if he resembled someone else, wouldn't he have been cuckolded?

Anyway, after a period of internal conflict, Tang Hao no longer bothered with this son. After finishing his wine, he drunkenly lay on the bed.

...

At this moment, in the Star Luo Empire's imperial palace, four-year-old Dai Mubai looked up at the luxurious ceiling, his heart churning with turbulent waves.

"I've returned to my childhood."

Dai Mubai felt a bit screwed. He had just become a God of War and hadn't had time to enjoy it properly, and then, poof, it was all gone.

"No, there are still two years. After I Awaken my Spirit, I'll go to Shrek Academy and wait for Tang San."

In his previous life, he found Tang San at Shrek and coasted all the way, achieving the God Position of a second-rank God of War.

As for whether to bring Zhu Zhuqing this time, Dai Mubai said no. In his previous life, he abandoned Zhu Zhuqing and fled when he was nine years old.

It was just three years earlier this time. Bringing Zhu Zhuqing, who hadn't Awakened her Spirit, would make it too easy to be discovered during their escape and would drag him down.

"Don't worry, Zhuqing, I'll wait for you at Shrek."

For Dai Mubai, who treated women as objects, he already knew that Zhu Zhuqing would forgive him later, so he had no psychological burden.

After all, only by following them would Zhu Zhuqing be qualified to become a God; otherwise, she would just die of old age.

For his grand plan of becoming a God, he could only make Zhuqing suffer a bit first.

Zhu Zhuqing, still in her swaddling clothes at this time, didn't know that she had already been sold out just a few months after her birth.

Since the Clear Sky Sect announced its seclusion, its strength had temporarily recovered. It's worth mentioning that Tang Lie, after absorbing a compensatory Legacy Spirit Bone, successfully Broke Through to eighty ranks, taking over Tang Qi's position and becoming the Seventh Elder.

Now, apart from a fifty-thousand-year left leg bone, Tang Hao was so poor he only had his shorts left.

After becoming the Seventh Elder, Tang Lie not only increased the bounty on Tang Hao but also severely criticized Tang Xiao for not properly educating Tang Hao as an elder brother.

But Tang Xiao had already given up. After some medicinal treatment, Yun'er had almost fully recovered, and she was pregnant with another child for him.

The sudden news made Tang Xiao, who had just lost his eldest son, overjoyed. He spent every day doting on Yun'er. As for the Sect, that wasn't his Sect; it was the Elder's Sect. He had already given up on managing the Clear Sky Sect's messy affairs.

He had understood. He only wanted to enjoy life while Yun'er was alive. As for the Elders' criticisms, no one cared. Whoever wanted to be the Sect Master could be the Sect Master.

At this moment, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Because the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was in seclusion, the Clear Sky Sect had gone into hiding, and the Elephant Armored Academy was a lackey of the Spirit Hall, the sudden changes left Ning Fengzhi overwhelmed with work.

"I don't understand."

Ning Fengzhi sat down on a stool, panting, and took a sip of tea to quell the anger in his heart.

"I don't understand why everyone outside is spreading rumors that our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School betrayed our trust and abandoned the Clear Sky Sect, and why everyone is saying that we are a support Sect and are not worthy of being among the Upper Three Sects."

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was in an awkward position at this time. The other two had either gone into seclusion or defected to the Spirit Hall.

Only their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was still struggling to resist the Spirit Hall.

Now, Ning Fengzhi's alliance with just the Heaven Dou Empire was clearly not enough; he needed to expedite contact with the Star Luo Empire.

"Sect Master, there's no need to worry. Those rumors have little impact on our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, after all, we still have myself and Old Sword Man."

Those rumors were, after all, spread by some low-level Spirit Master, having minimal impact on their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. High-level Spirit Master would still choose to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for protection.

"Hmm, I wonder if Sword Douluo's trip to Star Luo was successful."

With the Spirit Hall's rampant ambition, Ning Fengzhi needed to unite all possible forces to jointly resist the Spirit Hall.

"Bone Douluo, I need to make a trip to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

After all, it was a Sect with a Titled Douluo and a Family of thousands; this power should not be underestimated.

"Alright, I hope your journey is smooth."

Walking out of the grand hall, Ning Fengzhi looked dazed. He regretted opposing the Spirit Hall; he gained nothing but trouble.

"For the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, I have no choice but to do this."

Ning Fengzhi, after all, had only small intelligence but lacked great wisdom. He constantly thought about making the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School prosperous, completely unaware that even if a support Spirit became the number one Sect in the world, if a generational gap were to appear in the future, it would face the frantic squeezing out by other forces in the world.

After all, a soft persimmon that had been passed down for many years, the resources contained within it must be immeasurable, especially the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the wealthiest on the continent.

In the eyes of outsiders, wasn't it just a pure hidden energy reserve?

"Sect Master."

Just as Ning Fengzhi was deep in thought, Sword Douluo also rushed back.

"How was it, Sword Douluo? What did Star Luo say?"

Facing Ning Fengzhi's inquiry, Sword Douluo sighed helplessly.

"Star Luo will not form an alliance with Heaven Dou, but they can sign a treaty to jointly resist the Spirit Hall."