Chapter 214: Reset!
Chapter 214: Reset!
Tang Jinbiao naturally did not know; as in his heart he was pondering what kind of fortuitous encounter he would have, in a pitch-black space, two voices were conversing.
“Huang Biaozi, how about it? Did it succeed this time or not?”
This voice sounded like that of a youth.
“Cough!”
After a long silence, an aged voice let out a deep sigh and said, “Just a little bit more missing. Although I have found such a pure soul, it’s still a tiny bit lacking!”
“How much is missing? Give me an exact number; how many more cycles of Samsara are left at most?”
The youth’s voice asked, sounding somewhat displeased.
“Once, probably once at most. That soul is just an ordinary soul; if it has too many memory fragments, I’m afraid it might become mad!”
The aged voice said somewhat sorrowfully, seemingly that this outcome had not reached what he desired.
“One more time? Fine, I can help you one last time. If it does not succeed this time, then I will find my own way out. Your plan, though considered perfect, I feel might not necessarily succeed! By now, we have tried countless times; if it does not succeed again, I do not want to try anymore!”
The youth was slightly unhappy but still agreed.
“Good, Brother Tang Ni, let’s say I, Huang Biaozi, did not misjudge the person. The Samsara reset will rely on you again. I must deceive the Heavenly Dao; otherwise, if the Heavenly Dao detects it, even if our souls are eternally indestructible, we will still fall into that already dead Samsara, and to execute the plan again, it might take countless years later. Last time, this is truly the last time; if it does not succeed, then Huang Biaozi will not mention this matter again!”
Upon hearing Tang Ni was willing to help him, Huang Biaozi was clearly somewhat excited.
“Hmph, Huang Biaozi, if not for that person’s sake, do you think I would help you so many times?”
Tang Ni snorted dissatisfied.
“Hehe, hehe, as long as Brother Tang Ni is willing to act, everything will be easy. After all, those giants in the Divine Realm are all cruel and ruthless masters; if I were to seek them out, I’m afraid I’d have gone through who knows how many cycles of Samsara!”
Although it had failed, it was continuously getting closer to success, so Huang Biaozi was still very pleased.
“Good, last time, this is the last time! This time, it has cycled to Du Yang dominating the sky; if there’s another Time of Dark Night, then even if you beg me, I will not act!”
Tang Ni seemed not to care about all this anymore.
“Good, good, good! As long as Brother Tang Ni performs one last cycle of Samsara for me, even if it fails, during the Time of Dark Night, I would still ignite that person’s soul by burning my Soul Flame. I do not believe he will forever remember the past matters; I’m afraid he cannot endure anymore. After all, this soul has already gone from nine suns to two suns now!”
Huang Biaozi said, in high spirits.
“Well, since you have said so, then I will wait until that kid drinks the Return-Yang Water to reset the Samsara, hoping everything goes as you wish!”
Tang Ni seemed unable to persuade Huang Biaozi otherwise, so he had to agree; of course, mainly because he admired Huang Biaozi’s plan.
From the small to the large, using the smallest Samsara to change the entire Samsara through a series of causal relationships.
“Heehee, Tang Ni, if you think I am trying to affect the big with small means, then you are wrong!”
Of course, Tang Ni did not know Huang Biaozi’s truest innermost thoughts; only Huang Biaozi alone knew them.
…
In the Tang Family of Wuzhou on the Divine Wind Continent.
That night passed very slowly; Tang Jinbiao slept poorly the whole night, constantly thinking and fantasizing in his heart what miraculous changes the big tree would undergo at dawn the next day, so that by almost daybreak, he fell into a hazy sleep.
“Young Master, wake up!”
Right when it was broad daylight in the morning, Little Lv’s voice came from outside the door.
‘Damn it, how did I fall asleep?’
Tang Jinbiao jolted awake, tumbling off the bed with a thud. The small green vial hidden in his robes rolled away.
‘How the hell did I fall asleep!’
Frantically slipping on his shoes, Tang Jinbiao snatched up the fallen Green Vial, flung the door open—not even glancing at Little Lv—and dashed toward the Back Hill.
‘Young Master! Young Master… Young…’
Before Little Lv could react, Tang Jinbiao vanished around the corridor corner. Shaking her head helplessly, she didn’t give chase; after all, he had only just recovered.
‘If this is the real deal, won’t I be set for life?’
Bouncing along toward the great tree, Tang Jinbiao indulged in fervent daydreams about how incredibly powerful he’d become in the future.
‘Haha, when I make it big, I’ll get my hair washed every day!
No, that sounds awful. I’ll go to those refined gatherings of scholars and poets—every day, Number Twenty-Eight. Yes! That’s the one! You—Number Three! Out you come!’
His mind drifted to a life of wealth, envisioning himself sweeping into those elite gatherings with effortless grace. A snicker escaped him.
‘Huh? Who’s Number Three? Xiaohong? Why does that sound so familiar? Feels like Number Three has some big tie to me!’
His muffled laughter faded into a slight frown. This ‘Number Three’ seemed to signify someone profoundly connected to him… but who?
Huff! Huff! Huff!
Once fueled by obsession, any task consumed him with manic energy. Despite his recent recovery, Tang Jinbiao felt no trace of weakness or fatigue.
‘Seems effective! Haha, my Twenty-Eight, I’m coming!’
Still near the mountain’s base, he spotted the great tree crowning the peak. It seemed fuller than yesterday—whether from hope or genuine growth, his excitement surged.
Huff! Huff! Huff!
Tang Jinbiao tore up the slope like a wild dog on a rampage, reckless and driven. The hundred-zhang height vanished in less time than a meal. At the peak beneath the tree, he stood heaving, chest rising and falling violently as he gulped the air.
‘Haah… haah… haha… I’ll be rich. I’ll rise to the top… Life champion! Life champion!’
Gasping for breath, Tang Jinbiao staggered toward the great tree.
…
‘Damn your ancestors, you cursed thing! Playing me for a fool?’
Roughly an hour later, Tang Jinbiao seethed with fury, viciously kicking the tree trunk. He cursed nonstop, ranting as if demolishing the lineage of its entire family tree.
‘Damn your ancestors! Can’t you even try? Here I am, slaving away feeding you this precious Green Vial! Is this easy for me?
I… I Bought a Watch Last Year! You useless lump! A whole damn night, not even a twitch! Are you incapable of growing?
Are you even functional? Tell me you’re capable! Or I’ll chop you off!’
Cursing was the only outlet for his frustration. Tang Jinbiao raged blindly, forgetting any reason—after all, in his other life, he held another notorious title: As one of Asia’s Three Scourges—Chinese trolls!
(What? You don’t know Asia’s Three Scourges? Seriously? Fine, time for education: Japanese devils, Korean jerks, and Chinese trolls!)
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Though only fifteen or sixteen and not fully grown, Tang Jinbiao packed a vicious kick. Each blow against the tree grew fiercer, possessed like the Demon King. At this moment, he felt as mighty as law enforcement—one kick scattering stalls, crippling vendors; effortless destruction.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
He kicked for a solid quarter of an hour, and leaves scattered all over the ground. Tang Jinbiao didn’t stop until his legs grew numb, but it wasn’t over. Unable to kick further, he started cursing again.
“Fuck!”
“I was a transmigrator after all; you had to give me a chance!”
“I won’t stay a worthless wretch forever, will I? I didn’t want to learn any Body Refining Technique; those painful and hard struggles weren’t meant for my path!”
“Fuck…”
After cursing for roughly the time it took to finish a meal, Tang Jinbiao finally felt his throat go dry and raw, unable to rant any longer. Out of nowhere, he pulled out a bottle, unscrewed it, and drank straight from it.
“Fuck, if I had a Watermelon Cleaver in hand, I’d hack you over seventy times; when I left, I’d spit a big glob of phlegm on you! Ugh!”
After taking a sip, Tang Jinbiao felt his throat ease up a bit, so he turned back to face the large tree behind him and hurled curses once more.
If anyone had seen Tang Jinbiao’s inhuman actions at that moment, they would likely have gone mad instantly—how could he rage so violently at a mere tree?
“Damn your ancestors… huh? Where did this water come from?”
Tang Jinbiao took another gulp of water, then turned his head again to start swearing, but he suddenly sensed something was wrong.
With that thought, Tang Jinbiao looked down at his hand—a Green Vial was tightly gripped in it.
He froze briefly, and soon his expression twisted into extreme ugliness.
“This wasn’t my tragic fate, was it?”
Used to bottled water from that world, he couldn’t break the habit quickly. Discovering he had just swallowed the mysterious green liquid, Tang Jinbiao’s face went deathly pale.
“I won’t die so young, will I? I’m still a virgin!”
“Big brother, I beg you; big brother, I know I was wrong; big brother, give me a chance? I’m so young; I hope this is just plain water or green tea! It can’t be some elixir—I mean that sincerely. If I’m lying, may every rich, handsome guy get hit by a car the moment I step out!”
After realizing the problem might be serious, Tang Jinbiao instantly flung the Green Vial away, then knelt and kowtowed toward the sky, pleading frantically.
“Ah, no, my throat!”
“Ah, stop it; my chest is burning up; I’m going to roast alive!”
“Help, my tongue; my tongue is about to fall out!”
“Ah, my eyes!”
“Teacher Cang, save me…”
Tang Jinbiao continued praying as different parts of his body started reacting strangely, and a shadow of death loomed over him.
As the terrified Tang Jinbiao fainted and collapsed heavily to the ground, the world before his eyes slowly shifted.
Crackle!
The once ordinary-looking void began to fracture slowly, and a massive sucking force burst forth.
Creak!
Yanked by the enormous pull, Tang Jinbiao snapped back to awareness instantly. A flood of memories surged into his brain at once.
There were memories of meeting Huang Biaozi, peeping on Tang Yilin bathing, spending time with Tang Bi, Tang Hu, and others, alongside Chu Yunyun, Captain Wang, Wei Wuya, and Jia Longwu.
“Brother Biao!”
“Brother Biao, nothing tastes better than dumplings; nothing’s funnier than sister-in-law!”
“Tang Jinbiao, you scumbag!”
“Hmph, trash!”
“Heh heh, come on, we’re good friends—peeping sounds so crude!”
“Brother!”
“This old man is the Azure Dragon Demon King!”
“Tang Jinbiao, where are you?”
“Tang brother, kill me! Kill me now!”
“Heh heh, because I need your eyes!”
“Old man Huang Biaozi spent his life roaming the Three Thousand Great Realms!”
“Come, call her Auntie!”
“Master, Ah Huang is your spirit pet!”
One by one, familiar faces floated before Tang Jinbiao’s eyes, and their voices echoed unceasingly in his ears.
“What? No way, no way!”
With this sudden influx of memories in his skull, Tang Jinbiao tried to see everything clearly. Yet despite his struggles, he couldn’t open his eyes. Alongside the throbbing agony in his brain, an overwhelming wave of sleepiness kept assaulting him.
“I can’t sleep; I can’t sleep. I remember who I was—I was Tang Jinbiao. Yes, I was Tang Jinbiao!”
He repeated the thought to himself again and again, as if realizing that his memories were slipping away rapidly and that everything might begin anew…