Chapter 120: Acting in the Shadows: The Potential Butterfly Effect

Nan Feihuang watched this scene in a daze.

What the hell, Tang San actually lost to Meng Yiran?

He hadn't played dirty; that True Qi which had appeared inexplicably just now, apart from himself, seemed to have gone unnoticed by even Zhao Wuji, She Po, and Qin Ming.

She Po and Qin Ming were one thing, but Zhao Wuji was a Spirit Saint after all; he might not be able to beat a Spirit Douluo, but it didn't seem easy for an ordinary Spirit Douluo to play tricks right in front of him without him noticing a thing.

Only a Title Douluo could do that with ease.

Moreover, the person who came was also proficient in Taoist Technique; otherwise, it would have been impossible to disrupt Tang San's True Qi so casually without truly injuring him.

"Heh, Old Poison, it must be you, right? In this world, besides me and Tang San, you are the only other one who has learned the Daoist Golden Body." Nan Feihuang had already guessed who had played the trick, but he didn't understand what grudge or grievance he had with Tang San to mess with him like this.

"Hmph, Tang Hao, I can't beat you, so playing with your son to vent my anger shouldn't be considered excessive, right?" Dugu Bo, hidden in the shadows, smiled sinisterly.

He had never been one with a good temper; although he had joined forces with Lan Xue to defeat Tang Hao last night, he had still been threatened with his life by Tang Hao, and he was full of pent-up anger. A father's debt paid by the son—he certainly wouldn't easily go so far as to kill or cripple Tang San. But letting him be defeated by a woman and lose a little face, that was nothing, right?

Dugu Bo did not yet know how much influence such a small act of venting his anger would cause due to the Butterfly Effect.

But what could he do? He had no combat power; Tang San, who stood up for him, had lost, and his backer, Zhao Wuji, had also conceded. What else could he do?

"Yiran, do it!" Chao Tianxiang, seeing this, hurriedly called out.

Now that the bet was made, there was no room for him to go back on his word; the Covering World Dragon Snake couple were not so easy to bully either.

Fortunately, Taoist Technique was vast and profound; it didn't take long for Tang San to calm the True Qi within his body.

"Hey!" Meng Yiran didn't hesitate to swing the snake staff in her hand, piercing the head of the Cockscomb Phoenix Tail Snake.

"Yes, Zhao Lao Shi!" Oscar looked longingly at the Spirit Ring that was originally about to be his; he hadn't expected that a cooked duck could fly away like this.

"Senior She Po, we are willing to accept the loss; you may handle the Cockscomb Phoenix Tail Snake yourself. Oscar, come back."

As a purple Spirit Ring took shape, everything was a foregone conclusion.

Neither the Imperial Fighting team nor Shrek left immediately, because Tang San was also cultivating. Meng Yiran's strike just now had made his blood boil; although he hadn't suffered any internal injuries, he still needed to adjust himself a little.

No matter how fierce Zhao Wuji was, he wouldn't go so far as to fall out with the Dragon Snake Family over something that could no longer be salvaged.

She knew that this Zhao Wuji was not a good person and could go back on his word at any time; to avoid any further complications, it was better to let Meng Yiran absorb the Spirit Ring as soon as possible to create a fait accompli.

It even disrupted Nan Feihuang's original plans, though it didn't disrupt them in a bad direction. For example, since Meng Yiran already had the Cockscomb Phoenix Tail Snake's Spirit Ring, she wouldn't need the Human-Faced Demon Spider, and Long Gong surely wouldn't continue to hunt it down later. Who knew if Tang San and the Human-Faced Demon Spider would still meet?

And if Tang San lost the Human-Faced Demon Spider, the Eight Spider Lances, which would have a profound impact on his future, would likely be gone as well.

Meng Yiran sat down directly to absorb it, which made Oscar envious.

Inside the forest, Zhao Wuji looked at the smug Chao Tianxiang with a livid face; he hadn't expected that Tang San, who had caused him such a great loss, would actually lose to a young girl.

"Tang San, are you alright? What exactly happened just now? I clearly saw that you were about to turn defeat into victory, yet you were utterly defeated at the critical moment." Zhao Wuji asked, puzzled.

"I don't know either. Just now, for a split second, my entire soul power was obstructed and unable to circulate, which is why I was knocked away by that Meng Yiran." Tang San stood up and said softly, "Zhao Lao Shi, I suspect someone played a dirty trick on me just now."

"Played a dirty trick? Who could it be? Could it be Long Gong?" Zhao Wuji naturally set his target of suspicion on Long Gong.

Although he hadn't appeared yet, the greater possibility was that he was hiding in the shadows.

After all, the only one here with the heart and ability to do this was Long Gong, wasn't it?

It couldn't be a passing Title Douluo intentionally messing with Tang San; those big shots weren't that bored.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt his guess was correct, so Zhao Wuji shouted aloud, "Senior Long Gong, since you've arrived, please show yourself!"

A sound of footsteps rang out, and an old man holding a dragon staff walked out from the depths of the forest.

"Immovable Bright King, your reputation is well-deserved; I had just arrived, and you actually discovered me." The person who came out was undoubtedly Long Gong, and his appearance at this moment made Zhao Wuji feel even more certain of his guess.

"Hmph, Senior Long Gong, why be so secretive in your actions? I admit defeat for today's events, but I didn't expect that the world-renowned Covering World Dragon Snake couple would be such people?" Zhao Wuji didn't dare to explicitly state the "truth" about Long Gong cheating; after all, he was no match for Long Gong, a Spirit Douluo, and there was a group of children beside him. What if he said it directly and made him angry enough to want to kill them to silence them?

"What does the Immovable Bright King mean by this?" Long Gong frowned. He had truly just arrived; he had only just come over and seen his granddaughter absorbing the Spirit Ring, and he didn't know what had happened yet.

She Po approached her husband and told him the ins and outs of the matter.

Upon hearing this, Long Gong looked at Zhao Wuji with disdain and said, "Immovable Bright King, is this your character? A fair bet—if you lose, you lose; why be so petty about it?"

He felt that this Zhao Wuji really couldn't afford to lose, losing the face of a Spirit Saint expert.

But Zhao Wuji only felt that this old couple was acting in concert; no matter how he looked at it, it was infuriating.

"I wouldn't dare; how would this junior dare to argue with the two of you about anything." Zhao Wuji still didn't have a good temper. He was someone who even dared to offend the Spirit Hall; having been schemed against, how could he speak kindly? If it weren't for the group of children, even if his opponent were a Spirit Douluo, he would have gone up to fight.

"Forget it, Zhao Lao Shi, it is I, Tang San, whose skills are inferior to others; I cannot blame anyone else." Tang San was afraid that Zhao Wuji would be impulsive, so he hurriedly persuaded him.

In reality, he was certainly hateful in his heart; to lose so inexplicably, how could he not hate? But his fists were not as hard as the opponent's, so no matter how much hate he had, he could only hide it.

"Besides, it's not like I didn't gain anything. Miss Meng's strike just now made my blood surge, but after calming down, I discovered that my bottleneck had been broken, and I have already stepped into level thirty."

"Oh, is this true!" Zhao Wuji was overjoyed. If this were really the case, it could be considered a blessing in disguise.

There were plenty of Spirit Beasts in this Star Dou Great Forest; if they lost one, they could just find another, but the opportunity to break through to level thirty was even more rare. After all, this was the first watershed in a Spirit Master's cultivation; the earlier one broke through to level thirty, the further one could go in the future.

With this good news, Zhao Wuji's anger dissipated quite a bit, and he didn't say anything more to Long Gong.

As for the debt of him bullying the small and plotting against Tang San, someone would naturally settle it with him in the future. Did he really think Tang San was some nobody without a background? Otherwise, how did he get his bruised and swollen nose?

Nan Feihuang watched the two arguing parties silently; he knew that these two parties were talking at cross-purposes.

Long Gong had taken the blame for Dugu Bo.

(End of chapter)