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Dai Mubai sighed deeply, his eyes filled with regret. He harbored a deep sense of resentment, and no one knew his original destiny better than him.

In his previous life, he firmly secured the position of God of War.

Although they are just ordinary gods, not as powerful as the supreme god-king, they truly possess eternal divinity and transcend the cycle of life and death.

Compared to the priests like Da Ming and Er Ming who were dependent on the divine realm and did not have complete divine positions, they were already far superior.

However, with Tang San's death, all the predetermined opportunities were nullified.

Their divine inheritance and path to ascension were completely severed.

"My original position as the God of War is completely hopeless." Dai Mubai's voice was low and full of helplessness.

Looking at his dejected appearance, Ma Hongjun remained silent for a long time, weighing all the possibilities in his mind.

He had thought about it countless times these days, searching through every opportunity on the mainland, but in the end, all that remained was despair.

They lack top-tier backgrounds, extraordinary inheritances, and the protagonist's luck like Tang San.

Now that the continent is unified, all top-tier resources are in the hands of the Spirit Hall, and they have no chance to rise again.

After some hesitation, Ma Hongjun finally spoke seriously: "Boss Dai, why don't we just admit it?"

His tone was calm, yet it carried a sense of complete resignation.

"I've finally come to a complete understanding. The situation is already set, and we have no way to change it."

He used to harbor a glimmer of hope, wishing for an unexpected opportunity or divine favor.

But after witnessing the Spirit Hall's strength firsthand during this period, that bit of wishful thinking completely vanished.

The gap between people is already an insurmountable chasm.

Dai Mubai turned to look at the students diligently training below the stage, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

The younger generation has endless possibilities, but those of us from the past have long been left behind by the times.

Struggling is useless, and forcing things will be fruitless.

After a long while, he slowly nodded, the resentment in his eyes gradually fading away, leaving only relief.

"If I admit it, then I admit it."

"From now on, I will protect Shrek Academy, nurture the next generation, and live out my life in peace. That would be a life well-lived."

It's not that they don't want to fight, it's that they really have no chance at all.

Top-tier immortal herbs, divine inheritances, and heaven-defying opportunities are all in the hands of the Spirit Hall; they don't even have the right to touch them.

Rather than struggling and ending up battered and bruised, it's better to stay at the academy and live out the rest of my life peacefully.

Just as the two had made up their minds to retire peacefully, a black wind suddenly swept up from the high platform.

A chilling, biting atmosphere permeated the air, even blocking out the sunlight.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's expressions changed simultaneously, and they both felt a jolt.

The black mist coalesced into a figure with scarlet eyes, its body surging with an aura of evil and slaughter. It was none other than the Rakshasa God.

"So you are Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun?" Rakshasa God's voice was hoarse, carrying a chilling aura.

The two nodded subconsciously.

Dai Mubai's palms were slightly sweaty, and he was filled with doubt and unease.

Why would the Rakshasa God from their past life suddenly approach them? Logically, with the lineage of gods broken, deities should no longer interfere in the human world.

The Rakshasa God ignored their thoughts and made a clenching motion in the air with his right hand.

Amidst the surging black energy, a figure crashed heavily to the ground.

It was Tang San.

His face was deathly pale, his breath was weak, and his soul power was scattered and chaotic. He was nowhere to be seen as the spirited man he once was.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that his cultivation level had plummeted to the Soul Douluo realm, and he had even lost his titled Douluo status.

"Is that enough?" Rakshasa God's tone was full of impatience, and there was also a hint of barely suppressed anger.

Damn it, I wanted him to inherit the divine position and leave the divine realm, but instead he seized my life. This Tang San is truly treacherous to the core.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

Tang San is still alive? And he's fallen into the hands of Rakshasa God? Judging from this, it seems the two are mutually restraining each other, neither able to do anything to the other.

Ma Hongjun swallowed hard, not daring to speak. He knew in his heart that the entanglements between gods were not something they could interfere with. The fact that the Rakshasa God had suddenly brought Tang San to their door was definitely not a good thing.

Dai Mubai forced himself to remain calm and asked, "What orders does Your Majesty the Rakshasa God have for us?"

The Rakshasa God's crimson eyes swept over the two of them, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Of course, I'm giving you a chance. A chance to return to the path of divinity."

Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai's hearts skipped a beat, and a surge of joy instantly welled up inside them.

He thought his path to godhood was completely blocked and he could only spend the rest of his life in the mortal realm. Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and the Rakshasa God offered him an opportunity.

Even if you know the other party has ill intentions, no one can resist the temptation of the gods.

"What method?" Ma Hongjun asked anxiously, his voice trembling slightly.

"It's not a difficult matter." The Rakshasa God said indifferently, "I will give you the inheritance of a second-level godhood. With your talent, as long as you cultivate step by step, you can ascend within a hundred years. The condition is very simple: do things for me."

Tang San slowly sat up, his face pale, but his eyes flashed with cold light. He looked at the two of them and tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Mu Bai, Fatty, I didn't expect you two to be reborn as well. This time, let's cooperate again."

Dai Mubai's pupils contracted slightly, and he took half a step forward: "Xiao San, we all thought you were dead."

When Ye Guyue defeated Tang San in public, the whole continent spread the word that he had perished.

They had been depressed for so long and had long accepted this fact. Who would have thought that the other party was still alive and even bound to the Rakshasa God?

"I can't die." Tang San gritted his teeth, his tone full of ruthlessness. "Ye Guyue was ruthless, but I had a backup plan. A wisp of my remnant soul was placed in the Rakshasa God's position. Even though my cultivation level dropped, I managed to save my life."

He was just as frustrated as he had been. He thought that with two divine positions in his hands, he was destined to sweep across the continent, but he was utterly defeated by Ye Guyue, and even his foundation was mostly destroyed.

He held this grudge to the core and would get his revenge sooner or later, tenfold.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun exchanged a glance, both seeing wavering in each other's eyes.

On one hand, there's the option of a peaceful life, experiencing birth, aging, sickness, and death; on the other hand, there's the chance to gamble for a divine position, to rise again with Tang San and the Rakshasa God. The risks are considerable, but the rewards are tempting enough.

Ma Hongjun clenched his fist, his mind already making a decision. Since there was hope, he didn't want to live an ordinary life. As long as he could become a god, what did taking a few risks matter? And Xiang'er was still waiting for him.

Dai Mubai took a deep breath and looked at Tang San: "What do you want us to do?"

Tang San clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his tone filled with resentment and venom.

“Go directly to the Spirit Hall’s territory and cause trouble, making their lives miserable. If I can’t have a good time, Ye Guyue won’t be able to have a peaceful life either. After it’s done, you will definitely get your godhood. Although it will be different from your previous life, it will be enough for you to ascend to the God Realm.”

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief. The divine position itself didn't really matter; as long as they could return to the divine realm and escape birth, aging, sickness, and death, that was more important than anything else. They had already resigned themselves to their fate, but now that there was a chance, they naturally wouldn't refuse.

Both of them were somewhat surprised and suspicious. Neither of them expected that Tang San would not only survive, but also be able to restrain Rakshasa God.

Judging from his appearance, he probably has something on Rakshasa God; otherwise, given the arrogance of a deity, he would never be coerced by a human soul master. This Tang San is indeed more troublesome than they thought.

"Anyway, you can rest assured." Tang San looked up at the two of them. "Since I've spoken, I won't go back on my word."

Dai Mubai suppressed his distracting thoughts and asked, "No problem, we can handle this. By the way, are you still planning to participate in this Soul Master Competition? Teacher Zhao and Dean Flander are both at the academy and have been thinking about you."

A hint of warmth flashed in Tang San's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness. He nodded and said, "Since everyone's here, let's go see them. I'll also participate in the competition. I can use the competition as an excuse to do something."

He paused, his tone lowering slightly: "It's about Xiao Wu. I haven't seen her yet, and I don't know how she is now, or if she's still with the Spirit Hall."

When Xiao Wu was mentioned, the resentment in his eyes faded, replaced by a more complex expression.

He used to think that Xiao Wu would always be on his side, but now things have changed and he can't be sure what she's thinking. But no matter what, he has to find her.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head: "Sister Xiaowu is with Rongrong and Zhuqing now, and it seems she is planning to participate in the competition with the Spirit Hall team."

Tang San frowned, his heart sinking.

Xiao Wu is with the Spirit Hall's team? This is not a good sign.

Rakshasa God scoffed coldly from the side: "A mere soul beast in human form, once you succeed, capturing it will be easy. Let's get down to business first."

Tang San didn't speak, but he already had a plan in mind. The Soul Master Competition was the first step for him to turn the tide.

As long as we can disrupt the situation in the competition and secretly recruit people, we might be able to compete with Ye Guyue again.

Rakshasa God looked at Tang San, his heart filled with turmoil.

That damned Tang San, inheriting the divine position only made his divine sense tangled into a dead knot, and his refusal to die only gave him a grip on his lifeline.

If it weren't for the binding rules of divine inheritance, she would have crushed this remnant soul long ago to vent her anger.

Now things are really messed up. Not only can we not get away, but we also have to follow the other party's plan. We've been tricked. This kid really did have rebellious intentions before. We were too careless and should have taken precautions earlier.

She'll settle this score with them sooner or later.

The black mist suddenly dissipated, the figure of the Rakshasa God vanished into thin air, the chilling aura slowly receded, and sunlight once again bathed the high platform.

Tang San supported himself on the ground and stood up. His body swayed as his cultivation level dropped. His face was still pale, but his eyes were frighteningly deep. Of course, he knew that Rakshasa God was dissatisfied, but so what?

It's just mutual exploitation. As long as the divine position is bound to him, the other party won't dare to really touch him.

Dai Mubai stepped forward to help them up, and the three of them turned and walked down the platform towards the inner courtyard of Shrek Academy. Along the way, they encountered students training and gave way to them.

Tang San's gaze swept over every brick and tile of the academy, and he secretly made plans in his heart.