If Zhao Ling were Qian Renxue's descendant, then Tang San could understand why the other party sought revenge against him. After all, he had utterly annihilated the Pope's Hall, leaving only the crippled Qian Renxue. Thinking of that scene with Qian Renxue in the illusion, Tang San felt a complex mix of emotions.
However, Tang San now felt that if he had known earlier that her descendant would transmigrate to the past to seek revenge against him and even dig such a deep pit for him, he would have mercilessly killed Qian Renxue, leaving absolutely no hidden dangers.
If Zhao Ling knew at this moment that Tang San suspected him of being Qian Renxue's descendant, he would probably slap that guy's face a few times. You're the old man's descendant? I'm your mother's husband; you should call me father. Can't you stop guessing wildly and lowering my seniority so much? How am I supposed to charm my Xi'er in the future?
Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, master and disciple, couldn't help but frown deeply. Neither of them wanted Zhao Ling to truly harbor a deep hatred for them. If there really was a deep-seated hatred, their master-disciple duo's future life probably wouldn't be peaceful.
"Sigh, at this rate, I don't know how long we can stay at Nuoding Academy." Yu Xiaogang sighed heavily, feeling a headache.
"Let's take it one step at a time. If we can't stay at Nuoding Academy, then we'll seek refuge with Dean Flander," Tang San replied without hesitation after some thought.
"Dean Flander? Who's that?" Yu Xiaogang was stunned. How was it that he didn't recognize anyone his disciple mentioned? Was it really that strange?
"Huh? Teacher, you don't know him? He's your and Teacher's wife's sworn brother!" Tang San was dumbfounded yet again. It was one thing for his teacher not to know his teacher's wife, but how could he not even know Dean Flander?
"What? Sworn brother? I have a sworn brother???" This time, Yu Xiaogang was also confused. What was all this? Was his life experience in the previous life that rich?
Slap! Tang San lightly smacked his forehead and asked his teacher, "Teacher, it seems you missed a lot of people and events during your five years in the dungeon."
"Isn't that right? If the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan hadn't been inexplicably bombed that day, and my father and second uncle hadn't had time to close the dungeon door, I probably would have been locked in that dungeon for at least ten whole years," Yu Xiaogang complained with some distress. "Even if I wasn't locked up for ten years, I'd probably have had to marry my big sister-in-law. What kind of situation is that! Now I hear that after my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was bombed, the entire sect disappeared without a trace. I don't know how the family is doing now."
Yu Xiaogang shrugged helplessly at this point, deeply empathizing with Tang San's complaint.
"Teacher, your father is truly ruthless to you. It's not entirely your fault that your elder brother became a fool; wasn't it all Zhao Ling's doing? He had no ability to seek revenge on Zhao Ling, yet he blamed all the responsibility on you. That's the act of a coward," Tang San scoffed coldly, quite displeased with Yu Yuanzhen. That old man actually imprisoned his teacher for five years! Five years! How many five-year periods does a person have to waste? If his teacher hadn't escaped quickly, he probably would have been locked up for more than five years. How could he not feel indignant for his teacher?
Yu Xiaogang, seeing Tang San defending him like this, felt greatly comforted. This disciple was a good one, caring more for him than his own father, second uncle, or even the elders. Unlike his father and second uncle, who all treated him as useless and blamed him as the culprit for his elder brother becoming a fool.
"Little San, with your words, I am content. Are you hungry? I'll go buy some food from the cafeteria for you," Yu Xiaogang gently patted Tang San on the arm with a warm expression, then turned and left Tang San's sickroom.
After Yu Xiaogang left, Tang San's gaze towards the Zhuge Divine Crossbow gradually turned sinister...
The scene shifts back to Zhao Ling's mansion. He was currently playing chess alone. All the beauties had gone to work at Blue Tyrant Academy. Originally, Zhao Ling thought that Ah Yin, Xiao Rou, and Liu Erlong had been pregnant for about ten years. Based on Dong'er's sixteen-year pregnancy, there were about five or six years left.
However, they shouldn't be going to the academy every day now. It would be better for them to stay home and rest more. But they all felt that with Zhao Ling at home, they dared not stay. Otherwise, with someone's crazed physique, it was hard to guarantee he wouldn't make strange moves on them.
Escaping to the academy was the best way to avoid their husband. Most importantly, they were all absolute high-ranking officials of the academy. As long as they assigned tasks each day, their subordinates would obediently handle everything. After all, Blue Tyrant Academy paid its teachers and directors very high salaries, even double that of Heaven Dou Royal Academy. Could others not do their jobs well when earning so much money? These academy high-ranking officials basically just sat around and rested. Sometimes, they would even play斗地主 (a card game) or mahjong together. Academy life without their husband nagging was quite enjoyable.
Zhao Ling was speechless. Did they really think of him as a beast? Are you kidding? Didn't Zhao know they weren't suitable for intimacy right now? He hadn't dared to touch them much since they were eight years pregnant, okay?
As for the others, there was even less chance of them staying at home, fearing that Zhao Ling, consumed by lust, would "handle" them. Therefore, Zhao Ling was miserably left alone at home. Just as he was utterly bored, a knock sounded at the door.
Zhao Ling then curiously rose from his seat, quickly walked to the main door, and opened it. He saw a gentle, handsome young man standing outside the door. Upon seeing Zhao Ling, the young man respectfully cupped his hands and bowed, saying, "Qinghe greets foster father." However, when the young man uttered the words "foster father," his expression was as unnatural as could be, as if he had eaten a fly.
Zhao Ling found the young man's unnatural expression quite amusing. He showed a gentle smile: "Hmm, Qinghe, come in quickly."
The other party nodded and walked into the courtyard with a dignified stride. Zhao Ling's peripheral vision scanned the doorway, and finding no one else following, he directly closed the door.
As soon as Zhao Ling closed the door, he saw the young man's appearance instantly transform. He instantly turned into a stunning girl with long golden hair, who directly dove into his arms and playfully stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
"Brother Ling, Xue'er came to play with you."