Oscar's gaze was fixed firmly on Ning Rongrong.
The young girl hid behind Fu Qin, her pale yellow skirt swaying slightly. Her exposed forearms were as fair as white jade, and her nose still bore a faint tint of pink from the recent fright.
Those watery almond eyes were now filled with reliance on Fu Qin, like a startled little animal.
Seeing her like this didn't evoke a shred of pity in Oscar; instead, it stirred the darkest desires deep within his heart.
A faint, hypocritical smile played on his lips, but greed and possessiveness flickered in his eyes.
Ning Rongrong, the Nine-Colored Goddess of his past life, his rightful wife.
In the God Realm, she was a goddess revered by all, possessing dazzling power and beauty. Even as the Food God, he had to show her some deference in front of others.
But now, she was just a young girl who hadn't awakened her past life's memories, ignorant and naive, yet she insisted on clinging to Fu Qin, that wet-behind-the-ears brat!
Just thinking about how Ning Rongrong had hidden behind Fu Qin without hesitation and their intimate interactions along the way made Oscar's heart ache as if pricked by needles. Jealousy and anger intertwined, nearly clouding his mind.
But he quickly calmed down, a cold and sinister look flashing in his eyes.
Fortunately, looking at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, they clearly hadn't recovered their past life's memories yet.
The terror and resistance in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, and Ning Rongrong's reliance and trust in Fu Qin, all proved they were still girls of this era, knowing nothing of the God Realm or their past life entanglements.
"This is for the best," Oscar sneered inwardly as a despicable thought took shape in his mind.
As long as he could possess her body before she awakened her memories and make her his, then everything would be settled.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School valued reputation above all else. Once Ning Rongrong lost her virtue to him, and he displayed his talent just as he had in his past life, the Sect would surely acknowledge him as their son-in-law for the sake of appearances.
When that time came, he would not only win the beauty early but also use the resources of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to accelerate his cultivation.
So what if Ning Rongrong recovered her memories later?
The deed would be done; she would already be his.
Moreover, people like them were destined to become gods again.
If Ning Rongrong was sensible and willing to follow him obediently, he might even let her reclaim her position as the Nine-Colored Goddess.
But if she dared to resist and refused to become a god, that was fine too.
Once he became a god, he would have plenty of ways to forcibly abduct her to the God Realm. By then, she would no longer be the high-and-mighty Nine-Colored Goddess, but merely a canary in his hands to be toyed with at will, left with no room for resistance.
As for Fu Qin? Oscar's gaze swept contemptuously over the back blocking Ning Rongrong. Although the opponent's strength was indeed great, not even losing out in a direct confrontation with Boss Dai.
But now, he was only a Rank 34 Spirit Grandmaster. No matter how high his talent, what of it?
Without the opportunity to become a god or the experience of a past life, he could at most cultivate to the rank of a Limit Douluo.
But he, possessing the complete experience of becoming a god from his past life, had a ninety-nine percent certainty of becoming a god again with the help of the Immortal Herbs in Tang San's hands.
A God and a Limit Douluo might seem only a step apart, but they were actually as different as clouds and mud.
Once he became a god, crushing Fu Qin would be as simple as crushing an ant.
The current Fu Qin wasn't worthy of being his rival at all; at most, he was a stumbling block on the road to success that would eventually be kicked aside.
Thinking this, Oscar's mood improved significantly. His gaze shifted slowly, finally landing on Xiao Wu.
The young girl wore a light pink dress, standing beside Fu Qin with a slender figure and fair skin. Her pink eyes were calm and waveless, yet they exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance.
Oscar understood.
If nothing went wrong, Xiao Wu, like Tang San, had already been reincarnated and recovered her past life's memories.
After all, there was no hint of strangeness or curiosity in the way Xiao Wu looked at him, only pure indifference, and even a faint, hard-to-detect trace of disgust.
He nodded slightly to Xiao Wu, his lips curling into what he thought was a gentle smile, and even raised a hand to wave at her as a greeting.
He didn't care about Xiao Wu's attitude. In his view, Xiao Wu was just an appendage of Tang San. As long as he, Dai Mubai, and Tang San joined forces, even if Xiao Wu had recovered her memories, she wouldn't be able to cause any waves.
Seeing this, Xiao Wu only nodded with an indifferent expression, not even giving Oscar a second look.
What a joke. How could she possibly have the slightest bit of goodwill toward someone like Oscar?
In her past life in the God Realm, she had seen clearly that Oscar was refined on the surface but hypocritical and cunning underneath. Just like Dai Mubai, they were both fellows who would stop at nothing to satisfy their own selfish desires.
Moreover, now that he had recovered his past life's memories, how could the flash of greed and ruthlessness in his eyes escape her?
She subconsciously leaned closer to Fu Qin, and the unease in her heart dissipated slightly.
Looking up at Oscar's hypocritical smile, a cold killing intent flashed in her eyes.
If Oscar dared to act against her, Fu Qin, Ning Rongrong, or Zhu Zhuqing, she would absolutely not show mercy.
Fu Qin took all this in, sneering repeatedly in his heart.
Oscar didn't realize at all that Fu Qin had already learned his entire plan through his Personal Status Panel.
It had to be said.
The thoughts of someone who had been a god were indeed different from those of ordinary mortals.
One must realize they only possessed the memories of being a god, not the strength of one.
No wonder Xiao Wu was so disgusted and wary of Oscar.
After some conversation, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.
However, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing both subconsciously followed behind Fu Qin and Xiao Wu.
...
Before long.
A wave of spirit power fluctuations from a cultivation breakthrough came from the room next door.
Fu Qin raised an eyebrow, not surprised in the least.
Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others all showed a look of surprise.
But they soon guessed that it might be Tang San breaking through to the Rank 30 Spirit Elder realm.
After all, he had broken through during this time in his past life.
As a reincarnated God King, although Tang San's first two spirit rings were terrible, he possessed the cultivation experience of his past life, along with the boost from the Mysterious Heaven Skill and twin spirits. Even if he was seriously injured, breaking through to a Rank 30 Spirit Elder was only a matter of time.
When they all arrived at Tang San's room.
Flender's hearty laughter came from outside the door.
"Good lad! As expected of a student I've set my sights on, breaking through Rank 30 even while seriously injured!"
Then came Zhao Wuji's gruff agreement, "Tang San's talent is such that his future achievements will definitely be limitless!"
Fu Qin and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance and pushed the door open to walk out.
They saw Tang San standing at the door of the next room. His face was still somewhat pale, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, and the spirit power fluctuations around him were steady and condensed, clearly having stabilized his Rank 30 Spirit Elder realm.