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**Chapter 200: Hungry All Night**

After parting ways with the female students, Tang Wutong left Tiandou Royal Academy on her own.

Her striking beauty quickly drew the attention of passersby. She was as delicate and lovely as a porcelain doll, enchanting everyone who saw her. Women of all ages found her adorable, while men couldn't help but wish for a daughter as beautiful as she.

However, to avoid looking like strange uncles, no man dared approach her.

At just eleven or twelve years old, Tang Wutong carried herself with surprising composure. Thanks to her dual martial souls, the Goddess of Light Butterfly and the Clear Sky Hammer, she had already reached soul power level 25, surpassing many older soul masters. Despite lacking a third martial soul, her dual martial souls alone made her incredibly powerful for this parallel world.

Following directions from the academy students, Tang Wutong arrived at the Spirit Hall branch in Tiandou City. The building was magnificently adorned, standing as a symbol of power and influence.

Tang Wutong gazed at the grand structure, two conflicting thoughts racing through her mind.

Had she truly traveled 10,000 years into the past, to a time when Spirit Hall was still thriving? Or had Spirit Hall somehow been revived after being destroyed by her mother and uncles?

Her mother, the Sea God and God of Asura, had joined forces with Aunt Rongrong and Uncle Xiao Ao to defeat Spirit Hall's two gods and destroy their empire. How could such a monumental event be erased from history?

Tang Wutong leaned toward believing she had returned to the past. But if that were true, where was her mother now? And what about her eldest and second fathers? Were they in the Star Dou Forest?

Her mind swirled with questions she couldn't answer.

Her rumbling stomach interrupted her thoughts. Tang Wutong realized she was starving.

For the first time, she felt the pangs of hunger—a sensation foreign to her in the God Realm, where Uncle Xiao Ao always prepared delicious meals at the slightest complaint. The memory only made her current situation more unbearable.

Without money, she could only watch longingly as street vendors sold fragrant foods. Her mother had once warned her that everything on Douluo Continent required money, but she hadn't brought even a single copper soul coin.

She wandered aimlessly, growing weaker with each passing moment.

At one point, a kind vendor offered her two buns, but she refused and ran away, remembering her mother's warnings not to accept food from strangers. Her mother and aunts had cautioned her about the dangers of being drugged or tricked by unscrupulous men.

Her cautious nature kept her alive but hungry. She aimlessly roamed the city, her stomach growling louder, until she stumbled upon an old, abandoned building.

The structure seemed forgotten, its gates creaking with age. Exhausted, she leaned against the door to rest, deciding sleep was the best way to conserve her dwindling energy.

That night, Tang Wutong slept fitfully, struggling against her hunger.

By noon the next day, Tang Wutong awoke feeling even worse than before. Clutching her stomach, she murmured pitifully, "Mom… Dad… Second Dad… where are you? Xiaoqi misses you so much. Xiaoqi is so hungry…"

As if answering her prayers, a horse-drawn carriage pulled up in front of the building. A group of people stepped out, led by a handsome man and followed by three women and a pink rabbit.

Tang Wutong's eyes widened in shock. The pink rabbit held by one of the women emitted a familiar aura. Her pupils contracted as realization struck.

The rabbit's scent was identical to her mother's.

And the beautiful young woman holding it—with long, flowing pink hair—looked astonishingly similar to her mother. Tang Wutong's heart raced as she recalled the portrait hanging in her mother's room.

One of the portraits depicted her grandmother, painted with loving detail by her mother herself. The resemblance between the woman before her and the figure in the portrait was uncanny.

Zhao Ling stepped out of the carriage and turned to Liu Erlong. "Long'er, is this the house you were talking about? It looks decent, but it's a little rundown…"

He scanned the building before his gaze fell on Tang Wutong, slumped on the ground with her long blue hair cascading around her. His heart skipped a beat as recognition flickered in his mind.

"F**k!" he blurted out, unable to contain his surprise.

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