Chapter 214: Chapter 213: Sister Mei, I was wrong Chapter 214: Chapter 213: Sister Mei, I was wrong “Pretty Girl, I was wrong.

I didn’t mean anything else.” He hurried after Pretty Girl, who had turned and was walking away quickly.

Pretty Girl stopped in her tracks once more, her gaze piercing him with a ferocious light, “If you say that to me again, I’ll kill you.”
“I was wrong,” Tang San said with downcast eyes, a picture of contrition, yet his heart was brimming with warmth.

No matter how she treated him, he was willing to accept it in his heart.

In this life, he vowed to protect her well.

She had done so much for him in his past life, and his failure to protect her was a pain in his heart.

Reborn into this world, if he couldn’t find her, his lingering divine consciousness would follow where she went.

If unable to find his reborn love, he had decided to die out of love for her.

But by the grace of heaven, he had found her.

What could be more beautiful than this?

The first time he saw her, Tang San felt the light shine anew on this world that was once filled with malice towards humans.

Seeing his good attitude, Pretty Girl’s expression softened a bit.

She touched her waist subconsciously before continuing to walk outside.

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Tang San quickly followed, daring not to look too much, yet she was like a magnet, irresistibly drawing his gaze.

Once out of Jiali Academy, Tang San followed Pretty Girl into the city, towards the city center under her lead.

The city of Jiali was liveliest in the evening.

The streets bustled with people and the shops on either side were crowded, especially the eateries, bustling and filled with the aroma of food.

Tang San stayed close to Pretty Girl’s side, shielding her with his body from the throng of people whenever the crowd thickened to prevent anyone from getting too close to her.

Feeling his attentiveness, Pretty Girl’s frosty face eased up slightly.

She had actually been very angry after hearing that comment from Tang San earlier.

Even Song Junhou never dared to speak to her like that, yet Tang San had.

With her usual temperament, she would have driven him away, never to see him again.

Yet, despite her irritability, she hadn’t expelled him.

This inexplicable emotion towards him was the real source of her agitation.

She had pondered over this, yet she had never had any interaction with this man before, so why did she feel differently towards him?

She had purposefully distanced herself for a while, but then, seeing him slay the giant Demon Scorpion and take the corpses of the two human vassals, she had intended to retrieve the corpses for a proper burial.

Unexpectedly, it was him.

The impact on Pretty Girl was quite strong.

In her eyes, although he was the Mayor’s disciple, he was still just a child.

But he had slain the Demon Scorpion and defeated an Eighth Stage powerhouse, and that had a strong impact on her.

She knew well that there were very few humans in the Redemption Organization with such strength, and he was still so young.

No wonder he was Orange Redemption.

The mission bestowed upon her was arduous, and she needed someone by her side to assist, which was why she thought to call him out today.

However, the brief interaction just then felt a bit odd to her, especially that sentence.

He had said it so naturally, as though it were only right.

Even now, as he shielded her from the crowd, everything seemed so smooth.

It was a strange familiarity.

They continued walking until they reached a small restaurant near the central square, not far from Pretty Girl Milk Tea Shop, where Pretty Girl stopped.

She glanced at the closed milk tea shop and then proceeded to take Tang San inside the restaurant.

The restaurant was small, with only six tables after entering the door and an area less than eighty square meters.

A narrow staircase led to the second floor, which also had just two levels.

Pretty Girl led Tang San to the second floor, which had two private rooms, and she took him into the one on the left.

As the door closed, Tang San was surprised to discover that there was a small Isolation Formation inside, which could isolate the sound and scent within the private room.

This was clearly more than just a restaurant.

He immediately realized that this must be a stronghold of the Redemption Organization.

When they had entered, the first floor was empty, with a sign hanging at the door that read ‘Temporarily Closed’.

So, in this place, it was just him and Pretty Girl.

Pretty Girl sat down by a table and gestured for him to do the same.

Sitting opposite her, Tang San experienced an unusual feeling being alone with her in a private space for the first time since he had known her; his heartbeat accelerated.

This was almost like a date!

“Your name is Tang San, right?”
“Mm, yes, Pretty Sister,” Tang San nodded.

Pretty Girl said, “The Demon God Transformation you used that day when you fought the Eighth Stage Demon Scorpion Giant Turtle, what was it?”
Tang San said, “Wind Tiger Transformation.” This was the Demon God Transformation he openly used.

“What is your own cultivation base?” Pretty Girl asked again.

Tang San was somewhat surprised.

To know this information about him, with her status as Blue-Level Redemption, couldn’t she just ask Mayor Zhang?

But obviously, she hadn’t inquired from Mayor Zhang.

“I’m at the peak of the Sixth Stage, close to entering the Seventh Stage,” Tang San continued to answer Pretty Girl’s questions.

“You can kill an Eighth Stage Demon Scorpion Giant Turtle at the peak of the Sixth Stage?” Pretty Girl’s expression grew stern.

Tang San wryly smiled, “You can also defeat opponents of a higher stage, right?”
Pretty Girl said coldly, “Tell me, do you have a second type of Demon God Transformation?”
Tang San was startled; he hadn’t expected Pretty Girl to directly hit the nail on the head.

Pretty Girl’s gaze was piercing as she looked at him, not yielding an inch.

After a slight hesitation, Tang San said, “Why ask such a question?

Isn’t a person only able to possess one type of Demon God Transformation?”
Pretty Girl said indifferently, “There are also extremely rare cases where a person can have multiple types of Demon God Transformations, but such beings, whether human or monster, will be very weak due to their dispersed bloodlines.

Only a rare few are exceptions.

You’re an exception, aren’t you?

Only in this way can you explain your victory over the Demon Scorpion Giant Turtle.”
Tang San scratched his head; she seemed to have grown more intelligent in this lifetime!

Mm, Xiaowu, I’m not saying you’re foolish!

I didn’t mean it like that.

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Pretty Girl said, “I didn’t ask Mayor Zhang, but I’m asking you directly; naturally, I will keep it a secret for you.

As Blue-Level Redemption, you must tell me.

It concerns the tasks I will arrange for you in the future.

I need to know the true abilities of my subordinates.”
If it weren’t for his previous identity as Asura, Tang San would feel indifferent about disclosing everything to her.

But hiding a degree of his abilities would be more beneficial in protecting her.

So, Tang San was now pondering which second Demon God Transformation he should reveal if she insisted that he had one.

Seeing his silence, Pretty Girl didn’t press further, just watching him, waiting for his answer.

Under her captivating gaze, Tang San said, “No, really, there isn’t.

It’s just that my Spiritual Power is somewhat unusual, which makes me stronger in controlling the Demon God Transformations.” He still didn’t reveal his multiple Demon God Transformations.

Asura had used Leopard Flash in front of Pretty Girl, and the Golden Peng Transformation, Time Variation Seal, and Heavenly Fox Eye were all too powerful, and too similar to the abilities of the three seniors at Redemption Academy, which would make them suspicious.

The Bluesilver Emperor Demon God Transformation was his trump card, which Asura would need to use in the future, so it really was inappropriate to reveal.

Thus, he could only attribute it to Spiritual Power.

“Unusual Spiritual Power?” Pretty Girl looked at him with curiosity.

Tang San nodded, and slowly lifted his right hand, the palm surging with blue light.

In no time, a whirlwind appeared in his palm.

The rich wind element compressed inward as it rotated, soon shaping into a small, turquoise wind blade.

Lacking the wind’s ethereal lightness, it looked substantial, like a small knife resting quietly in Tang San’s palm.