"Barely Becoming a Titled Douluo, and the Counterattack System Arrives

Lin Fan realized that the people of the Clear Sky Clan were all quite stubborn—or perhaps just deeply devoted.

Especially Tang Hao and his siblings—they must have inherited this trait from Tang Chen.

But what surprised Lin Fan the most was Tang Yuehua's unchanging passion for him, even after more than ten years apart.

In this land of the Douluo Continent, where beauties were as plentiful as the clouds, even when Lin Fan had seen the young Bibi Dong, he hadn't been particularly tempted.

Yet the moment he first saw Tang Yuehua playing the zither in the pavilion, Lin Fan's heart was deeply moved.

Tang Yuehua's beauty was not inferior to Bibi Dong's, but what truly captivated Lin Fan was her unique, elegant temperament.

As for Lin Fan, despite his handsome appearance, what made Tang Yuehua fall for him was his profound wisdom and boundless knowledge.

After a long while, the two finally parted. Tang Yuehua's face was flushed, her expression full of shyness.

Lin Fan noticed that Tang Yuehua's elegant palace dress had torn at her left side, revealing her fair skin.

"Yuehua, your dress is torn," Lin Fan reminded her softly.

"Isn't that better? You took advantage of me anyway," Tang Yuehua teased, thinking of how her dress had ripped during her overly excited sprint toward him earlier.

Lin Fan was speechless. Though they had once shared deep conversations many years ago, he never expected such bold words to come from the graceful and refined Tang Yuehua.

Then, noticing her suspicious gaze as she examined him, Tang Yuehua suddenly smirked and teased him with a hint of mockery, "What's wrong? It's been over ten years—don't tell me you've gotten old and can't handle it anymore? Or maybe you've been exhausted by other women?"

Sure enough, women in their forties were said to be like fierce tigers. Although Tang Yuehua wasn't forty yet, her words implied Lin Fan's incompetence.

How could Lin Fan endure such a taunt?

Without hesitation, Lin Fan wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "Tell me where your room is—whether I can handle it or not, you'll soon find out."

Tang Yuehua gave a charming smile and responded seductively, "Oh? I'd love to find out."

She then pointed to a room at the end of the top floor.

Without saying a word, Lin Fan scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the room she indicated.

After more than a decade of repressed emotions, their passion ignited like a raging storm, far beyond what mere "dry wood and raging fire" could describe.

…

Later that night, Tang Yuehua furrowed her brows as she slowly awakened to find the world outside already shrouded in darkness.

Remembering how she had been in Lin Fan's arms, crying and begging for mercy countless times not long ago, she bashfully buried her face into the pillow.

"Such a wicked man…" Tang Yuehua muttered, blaming Lin Fan for her earlier loss of self-control, finding herself acting like a stranger even to herself.

But the next moment, her expression changed as she realized Lin Fan was no longer lying beside her. She panicked, thinking that Lin Fan had once again disappeared without saying goodbye.

Feeling a sudden pang of sadness and heartbreak, Tang Yuehua sat up and cried out bitterly, "Lin Fan, I hate you!"

But just as her tears were about to fall, an irritated voice called from outside the room.

"What are you yelling for? Didn't you already scream enough earlier?" Lin Fan's voice grumbled as he opened the door, walking in with a tray of food in hand.

Tang Yuehua was stunned, then quickly pulled the blanket over herself, hiding her delicate body as she blurted out, "Ah! You didn't leave?"

"What? Were you hoping I would leave?" Lin Fan walked to the table in the room, placing the food down as he casually said, "Your maid came to tell you it's dinnertime. Seeing you hadn't woken up yet, I went out to bring it in for you."

"Now hurry up, get up, wash up, and eat."

Tang Yuehua blushed fiercely and muttered, "Y-You need to get out of my room first."

"We just saw everything earlier. What's there to hide now?" Lin Fan replied helplessly.

"Still, no! Out, now!" Tang Yuehua snapped with an indignant glare.

Lin Fan could only rub his nose and retreat from the room, sighing inwardly, "Women truly are fickle creatures."

When passionate, they burned hotter than fire and were as bold as iron walls; when shy, they became as gentle as water, their faces delicate as thin paper.

After waiting for quite some time, to the point where Lin Fan was about to doze off, Tang Yuehua finally called him back inside.

The room had been tidied up again, especially the bed.

"So, you came here just to study music and etiquette?" After her earlier excitement faded, Tang Yuehua regained her calm, asking with a serious tone.

"Of course. In this continent, even though I'm a Title Douluo, I'm still among the lowest-ranked ones," Lin Fan admitted sincerely.

"Back then, you called yourself a seer, claiming to foresee destiny when you visited the Clear Sky Clan. Was it because you foresaw some major disaster coming to this continent that you pushed yourself to cultivate so hard?" Tang Yuehua couldn't help but bring up his past disappearance with lingering bitterness.

"I heard about the Clear Sky Clan's situation. Your eldest brother is the current clan leader, isn't he?" Lin Fan asked casually.

"Yes." Tang Yuehua gave a bitter smile. "Even though you left behind prophecies at the clan back then, we still couldn't avoid disaster. Later, the clan relocated to Heaven Dou Empire and secluded itself from the world."

When Lin Fan had visited the Clear Sky Clan back then, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were out training with the Blue Silver Empress.

That was why Tang Hao never knew Lin Fan had been to the clan.

At that time, their father only half-believed Lin Fan's words. Two years later, the old clan leader accused Lin Fan of freeloading under the guise of a prophet and, fearing that he would steal the clan's secret techniques through Tang Yuehua, forcibly expelled him from the clan.

That was how Lin Fan had left without saying goodbye.

Truthfully, Lin Fan had initially gone to the Clear Sky Clan to obtain their secret techniques, such as the Great Sumeru Hammer and Clear Sky Nine Techniques.

Lin Fan said seriously, "All I can tell you is that within the next twenty years, three individuals on this continent will ascend to godhood, ushering in a blood-soaked era where even Title Douluos will be nothing more than slightly stronger cannon fodder."

Lin Fan believed that everything he said was true.

For example, even though Tang San had already lost his Eight Spider Lances and various immortal herbs, with his talent, he would still awaken the Blue Silver Emperor and catch the attention of the gods in the future.

Even if he only became a secondary god, that would still far surpass the Title Douluos, enough to reshape the entire continent.

As for Bibi Dong, Lin Fan knew there was no way to stop her from becoming a god either. If it were possible, he would have stopped her tragedy long ago when he was at Spirit Hall.

Lin Fan had already warned both Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong back then, but the outcome remained unchanged.

As for Qian Renxue, there was no need to even mention her—she had a peerless protector in Qian Daoliu, making her eventual godhood inevitable.

"It's that serious?" Tang Yuehua frowned, shocked by his words. "You claim to be able to predict the future—can't you stop it?"

"Also, do gods even exist in this world?"

Lin Fan calmly replied, "If I could stop it, the Clear Sky Clan wouldn't have suffered its previous disaster. Even if I manage to delay it temporarily, it would simply take on another form and still come to pass."

"Disasters can sometimes be a blessing in disguise. Think about it—three gods ascending simultaneously means the world's spiritual consciousness is evolving."

"After the catastrophe, the Douluo Continent will enter its most glorious era, with Title Douluos numbering in the hundreds or even thousands. The environment for cultivating soul power will greatly improve."

"The development of the world is just like our lives—full of ups and downs."

Lin Fan stood by the window, his gaze distant as he explained it all to Tang Yuehua with deep emotion.

After listening carefully, Tang Yuehua nodded seriously. "Alright then. Since that's the case, when you study etiquette and music with me, I'll be even stricter with you."

"If you don't satisfy me, don't even think about graduating from Moon Pavilion!" Tang Yuehua declared firmly.