r18novel Chapter 7 Little Witch Tang Wutong
Chapter 7 Little Witch Tang Wutong
Zi Lingtian has been immersed in the training ground for seven whole days.
For seven days, the light in the training grounds flickered and flowed with his breathing, and every inch of air was imbued with the warm aura of the yin and yang power within him.
His understanding of power has long surpassed his initial, superficial knowledge—it is not a simple superposition of the laws of life and destruction, but a living Tai Chi diagram, where the sharpness of Yang is hidden in the Yin lines, and the warmth of Yin is contained in the Yang lines, flowing ceaselessly through his meridians day and night, maintaining an exquisite dynamic balance.
When the verdant radiance of the ancient tree of life blooms in the palm of your hand, the power of destruction never falls silent; it only conceals all its sharpness, transforming into a deep, dormant undercurrent that quietly lies dormant in the depths of your dantian, steadily supporting that vibrant life force. Conversely, when the purple-gold luster of destruction sweeps out, the power of life will transform into a wisp of imperceptible green, quietly entwining itself around it, gradually harmonizing that domineering and fierce power.
He tried time and again to awaken his twin martial souls simultaneously, letting life and destruction intertwine and entwine within his body, eventually condensing into that androgynous symbiotic form.
At that time, the two laws were tightly intertwined like a double helix. With each pulse, they unleashed a vast power far exceeding that of a single martial soul, as if they could tear apart the void and shake the laws of heaven and earth.
However, the price of this power was too heavy. With the body of a six-year-old child, he could only maintain this state for less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. After that, his limbs and bones felt as if they were being pierced by thousands of steel needles, and even breathing was excruciatingly painful.
Not far away, the God of Destruction stood with his hands behind his back, his purple-gold divine robes fluttering gently in the air currents of the trial ground.
He watched his son fall down again and again, exhausted, only to grit his teeth and stand up on his own. His deep eyes were filled with a mixture of emotions—a sense of relief at his son's talent, which far exceeded expectations, and an unconcealable worry.
The eyes of the Divine Realm Committee were always fixed on the father and son. If such astonishing power were to be exposed carelessly, it would surely cause a huge uproar.
"Return to the temple." Seven days later, at dusk, the setting sun bathed the entire trial ground in a warm, golden light. The God of Destruction's deep voice broke the long silence, "Your mother must be getting impatient."
Zi Lingtian responded and withdrew his martial soul. The light flowing around him instantly disappeared into his body, and he transformed back into the little boy with purple hair and purple eyes. However, his brows now showed a calmness and tenacity rarely seen in his peers.
He quickly followed his father's footsteps, passing through the spatial rift, and the familiar Temple of Destruction came into view in an instant.
As expected, the goddess of life was already standing at the palace entrance, her white dress swaying gently in the wind, her eyes filled with the anxiety of the past few days.
The moment she saw her son, the worry in her eyes receded like a tide. She quickly stepped forward and knelt down, her gentle gaze sweeping over Zi Lingtian's entire body. She lightly brushed away the stray hairs on his forehead with her fingertips, making sure he was unharmed before letting out a long sigh of relief, her eyes filled with genuine warmth.
"These past seven days must have been exhausting, right?" She gently took Zi Lingtian's small hand and led her into the hall, her voice as soft as warm water. "Tell your mother, have you made any progress in your cultivation?"
"It's all good, Mother. Everything is going smoothly." Zi Lingtian looked up at her and smiled, her eyes crinkling, as obedient as a little animal returning to its nest, but she deliberately avoided the topic of the yin-yang symbiotic form, not mentioning it at all.
He knew in his heart that he had to find a safe time to talk about this, or at least slowly, so that his mother wouldn't worry about him for no reason.
Upon hearing this, the God of Destruction, who was walking ahead, paused almost imperceptibly for a moment, but ultimately remained silent and continued on his way without saying anything more.
Children have their own thoughts and considerations; as parents, we should just quietly protect them.
Back at the temple, Zi Lingtian was seated at the dining table by her mother and had a hearty dinner.
The stewed divine beast meat is so tender it's almost falling apart, the rare spiritual fruit is sweet and juicy, and there's a bowl of nourishing celestial soup that warms your heart. Every bite is filled with a mother's meticulous love.
Not long after the meal, he was urged to rest—his six-year-old body could not withstand seven days of continuous high-intensity training. His muscles were screaming with exhaustion, and as soon as he lay down on the soft cloud silk quilt, his eyelids became too heavy to lift.
But in her drowsy state, a name inexplicably flashed through her mind—Tang Wutong.
He remembered that in the original story, Tang San and Xiao Wu's daughter, Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er, whose identities were complicated, had a marriage contract with Huo Yuhao in the God Realm.
He had long forgotten the exact timeline. When was Tang Wutong born? And how old is she now?
These subtle questions, like feathers gently tickling my mind, were eventually swallowed up by a deep sleep.
The next morning, Zi Lingtian was awakened by a familiar commotion.
The voice didn't come from inside the temple, but from outside. It was clear and melodious like a silver bell, yet carried a hint of its usual domineering nature, carrying straight in through the heavy temple doors: "Zi Lingtian! Come out now! This young lady has come to play with you! If you keep hiding, I'll uproot these two divine trees by the gate!"
Zi Lingtian suddenly sat up in bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes. There was no surprise in her eyes, but rather a helpless familiarity.
He had heard that voice countless times since childhood; it was etched into his very bones.
He slowly put on his outer robe, slipped on his small shoes, walked to the palace entrance, and with a flick of his finger, the heavy palace door slowly opened.
The little girl at the door immediately caught my eye.
At only five or six years old, her long, pinkish-blue hair cascaded down like a waterfall, bathed in the gentle morning light; her large, round, pinkish-blue eyes, like those of a clear lake, were glaring angrily at the palace gate, yet still lively and adorable.
She wore a light blue dress with delicate star patterns embroidered on the hem. One hand was on her hip, and the other pointed at the ancient tree by the door. She looked spoiled and smug, but not at all annoying.
Upon seeing Zi Lingtian emerge, she instantly dropped her defiant demeanor, her eyes shining brightly as if she had seen her closest confidant. Her steps became lighter, and she skipped and hopped towards him.
It wasn't a tentative, unfamiliar exploration, but rather the intimacy of a long-awaited reunion.
"You're finally awake!" Tang Wutong ran straight to him, tilted her little face up, and familiarly tugged at his sleeve, shaking it. Her pinkish-blue eyes were full of excitement. "I've been waiting for you here for ages!"
They grew up together, inseparable since they were toddlers. Traces of their playful antics can be found in every corner of the divine realm, leaving no trace of the awkwardness of their first meeting.
Looking at her charming and innocent appearance, Zi Lingtian couldn't help but smile slightly, his tone carrying a hint of indulgent helplessness: "What trouble have you caused this time? Coming to disturb my temple so early in the morning."
The question was asked so naturally, as if it had been asked a thousand times.
Tang Wutong immediately wrinkled her small nose, raised her hand and gently patted him, muttering, "I didn't cause any trouble! I came here specifically to find you! My dad said you awakened a god-level dual martial soul, and I've been curious about it for so long!"
As she spoke, she naturally moved closer, her small hand gripping his wrist tightly, showing no sign of formality.
Zi Lingtian let her pull him along, his fingertips able to touch the warmth of her palm, his eyes full of habitual doting affection.
How could he forget that when he was three years old, this little girl dragged him to steal a phoenix egg? In the end, the two of them were chased around by the enraged phoenix and were eventually rescued by Tang San. He was also severely punished by his father.
Even though he was always implicated by her, he was never truly angry.
"My dad locked me up at home for days, I was so bored!" Tang Wutong chattered on, her voice full of grievance, tugging at his sleeve and shaking it. "My mom secretly let me out, and the first thing I did was come to find you!"
"What does your awakened martial soul look like? Let me see!" She tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling as she stared at him expectantly, like a kitten begging for candy. "I heard it's super god-level, it must be incredibly powerful!"
Looking at her expectant expression, Zi Lingtian's heart softened. He completely forgot his father's instructions, nodded slightly, and his fingertips twitched slightly.
In an instant, a dazzling purple-gold light condensed in his palm, and the phantom of the Scepter of Destruction slowly emerged. Runes flowed, and the pressure was restrained, yet it still exuded extraordinary power.
Tang Wutong's eyes widened instantly, her mouth forming a small "O" shape, her gaze filled with amazement. After a long while, she finally exclaimed, "Wow! It's so beautiful!"
But the next second, she deliberately raised her head, pretending to be unconvinced, and snorted, "Hmph, barely passable! Once I awaken my martial soul in six months, I'll definitely be a hundred times stronger than yours!"
She tried to be tough, but her little hands gripped his even tighter, and the adoration in her eyes was impossible to hide.
Zi Lingtian looked at her contradictory expression and couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out and gently patted her head, the gesture natural and affectionate, a testament to the tacit understanding they had developed over the years.
In his heart, this little girl who grew up with him was spoiled and willful, yet pure and passionate. She had always clung to him and teased him since childhood, and was already his closest playmate.
"What are you laughing at! Stop laughing!" Tang Wutong stood on tiptoe in dissatisfaction, reached out and slapped his hand away, her cheeks slightly flushed, but she still refused to let go of his wrist.
"It's nothing." Zi Lingtian's smile faded, her tone gentle. "You came to see me just to see my martial spirit?"
"Of course not!" Tang Wutong's eyes lit up immediately, and she grabbed him and pulled him towards the temple exit. She was surprisingly strong. "I'll take you to a great place! I recently discovered a secret realm where the little divine beasts are super cute. I'll take you there to play!"
She walked very fast, but held his hand tightly the whole time, as if afraid he would fall behind.
Zi Lingtian stumbled slightly as she pulled him along, but he didn't break free. He simply followed her steps with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence, heading deeper into the divine realm.
The priests on both sides were already used to this scene—the children of the two god-kings had grown up together since childhood, and such intimate behavior was commonplace.
In the morning light, two small figures ran side by side, their little hands tightly clasped, full of the intimacy and closeness of childhood sweethearts, without the slightest awkwardness, only the tacit understanding and joy of being together for a long time.