Chapter 189: The Pure and Immaculate Sea God Tang San, You Have Earned Your Death

In this era, although online opinions about Tang San are mixed—mostly negative—that reputation formed gradually only after the release of The Legendary Tang Men.

During the initial Douluo Continent period, Tang San’s image, though somewhat controversial, still had many shining moments: his love for Xiao Wu was unwavering, and he generously aided the Seven Monsters of Shuilei, freely sharing immortal herb resources; calling him loyal and righteous is not an exaggeration.

As for Du Gubo, Fang Yuan deliberately ignored him.

Since he acquired this power, he will inevitably reveal it in the future, so he must first show the most “glorious” side of “Tang San” to the world; as for those widely criticized dark points, when his “glorious” side is displayed enough, others will naturally step forward to explain them away.

Seeking revenge against the Spirit Hall caused civilians to lose their chance to awaken their Spirit Weapons?

Destroyed the Killing City but failed to manage Evil Spirit Masters?

The former: the Three Empires took over the Spirit Hall’s duties; at least during Tang San’s time on Douluo Continent, they could not ignore the “Sea God.” The latter: likewise, during Tang San’s time on Douluo Continent after becoming a god, no Evil Spirit Master would dare show their face before him.

Failing to detect hidden threats is only natural.

Worst case, blame it all on Tang Hao—say his poor upbringing caused Tang San’s emotional defects and warped values.

In short: I, Tang San, am pure and immaculate.

Mistakes? Always someone else’s fault.

As for the plot of the second book? That’s the second book’s business—what does it have to do with me, who only inherited the first book’s Tang San template?

Don’t talk to me about God Kings. Of course I know I inherited the “God King Tang San” template—but do you know how much power the God Kings of Douluo Continent possess?

You know jack.

He says he inherited the template of the Sea God and the Assassination God Tang San from the first book—how can you be sure it’s the second book?

He could even twist people’s subconscious assumption—that he inherited Tang San’s template from the novel or anime—into believing he inherited Tang San’s template from the “manga.”

Then, most biases would vanish, because the manga and the novel portray Tang San very differently.

But all of this depends on one thing: first, he must reveal enough of Tang San’s “good” side to make people believe.

The second Spiritual Tide is the perfect opportunity.

As for why he recites poetry to make people associate his name “Fang Yuan” with Grand Love Immortal Fang Yuan? Naturally, because there’s some connection between “Fang Yuan” and “Tang San”—he’ll use it to mock himself later, giving people some amusement, and all negative evaluations will dissolve.

Not only will they not develop prejudice against him because of his “Tang San” template, they might even grow fond of him.

But as for faith—he doesn’t fantasize about it; he might try overseas.

How can Sea God Tang San not count as the Sea God?

“Roar!”

The mutated crocodile’s roar pulled Fang Yuan back to reality.

Li Shuyang flashed forward, his He Dao already drawn, flames swirling along the blade.

“Fellow Daoist, I’ll handle this mutated crocodile.”

“You deal with the mutated fox.”

“That mutated fox controls illusions—be careful.”

Li Shuyang warned.

Fang Yuan turned to look at the fox pinned to the ground by his trident—the beast, though impaled through the earth, suddenly dropped its ferocity, its eyes turning pitifully innocent.

Its six fluffy tails swayed gently, stirring an irresistible urge to pity it.

“Don’t worry—among illusions, mine is the most useless.”

Fang Yuan smirked.

His spiritual force, since inheriting the Tang San template, had vastly improved; his Purple Extreme Demon Eye training gave him natural resistance to mental attacks, not to mention his immunity to illusions as the dual god of Sea God and Assassination God.

He stepped forward slowly; with each step, faint blue ripples spread across the ground. The mutated fox’s pitiful eyes flickered crimson, and strange waves rippled through the air.

Instantly, countless alluring scenes flashed before Fang Yuan’s eyes—countless “teachers” he had seen stripped bare before him, displaying their forms.

“Hmph.”

Fang Yuan’s eyes blazed purple; all illusions shattered like mirrors.

“Beauty, in the end, is but a handful of earth—dust to dust, soil to soil.”

“No matter how radiant a face, it is but a fleeting moment in the river of time—either trampled mercilessly like a flower, or withering with the years, finally rotting into mud to nourish new life.”

As his words ended, six brilliant soul rings erupted from beneath his feet: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Black, Black, Red!

“Blue Silver Coiling!”

The first soul ring blazed with dazzling light; thick Blue Silver Emperor vines burst from the earth, each as thick as a child’s arm, covered in sharp barbs. They grew wildly like living things, engulfing the mutated fox in its terrified gaze.

The vines coiled with a grating, teeth-chilling squeal; barbs sank deep into fur, toxins spreading rapidly.

Fang Yuan clenched his fingers; the Sea God trident piercing the fox instantly shot back as a golden light into his palm. He rose slowly into the air, his robes snapping in the surge of spiritual energy.

“Fifth Soul Skill: Blue Silver Tyrant Spear!”

The black fifth soul ring flared violently; terrifying spiritual energy made the surrounding air tremble. The trident in Fang Yuan’s hand was wrapped in blue-gold light.

“Go!”

Fang Yuan swung his arm; the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear shot forward like a golden lightning bolt, leaving a deep furrow in the ground as it tore through the air.

The mutated fox, still bound by the Blue Silver Coiling, had no time to struggle—it was pierced clean through the chest by the Tyrant Spear!

“Boom!!!”

In a deafening explosion, the Tyrant Spear’s terrifying spiritual energy detonated; the ground within a thirty-meter radius around the mutated fox collapsed entirely.

When the dust cleared, only a massive crater dozens of meters wide remained.

The mutated fox’s corpse lay motionless at the crater’s center, shredded and bloody.

Fang Yuan wasn’t surprised by the result—spiritual energy amplified soul skills far beyond pure soul force, and as a Soul Saint, such destructive power in the real world was perfectly normal.

Besides, this wasn’t even his full strength.

Had he not confirmed his power reached Stage Three, he wouldn’t have stepped out.

After dealing with the mutated fox, Fang Yuan turned his gaze to the other battlefield.

Li Shuyang was still battling the mutated crocodile, but he couldn’t help glancing at Fang Yuan.

Ever since Fang Yuan began reciting, “Beauty is but a handful of earth,” he’d felt something was off—almost wondering if Fang Yuan truly inherited Fang Yuan’s template.

Then came the line “Blue Silver Coiling”—it completely stunned him.

Especially when he saw the six glaring soul rings—Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Black, Black, Red—and that final Blue Silver Tyrant Spear—Li Shuyang nearly got knocked flying by the crocodile from sheer shock.

“Fellow Daoist, distraction during battle is dangerous.”

Fang Yuan’s voice suddenly echoed beside him; Li Shuyang snapped back to reality, realizing Fang Yuan had appeared at his side without notice.

“Need help?”

Fang Yuan’s lips curled slightly—he wasn’t surprised by Li Shuyang’s reaction.

The mutated crocodile, sensing mortal threat from the fox’s death, suddenly surged forward, its thick tail slashing through the air with a piercing shriek, carving deep furrows in the ground.

“Fourth Soul Skill: Blue Silver Prison!”

The black fourth soul ring behind Fang Yuan flared; dozens of thick, pillar-like Blue Silver Emperor vines erupted from the earth, their surfaces etched with golden patterns, instantly weaving into an impenetrable cage that trapped the crocodile’s tail mid-swing.

“Roar!!!”

The mutated crocodile thrashed wildly, but the golden patterns on the vines suddenly glowed—terrifying binding force cracked its scales.

Li Shuyang stared, stunned.

He looked at Fang Yuan, then at the Stage Three mutated crocodile.

Wait, is this right?

Fang Yuan’s name and Tang San’s abilities were already shocking enough—but now he was showing this much power?

Douluo Continent—even a Honored Douluo was only at the Blood Manipulation realm’s peak. After appearing in the real world, had the system changed this drastically?

He even suspected Fang Yuan’s power might surpass his own.

“Roar!”

The mutated crocodile let out a deafening roar; its scales suddenly blazed with blinding crimson light. Under the surge of violent power, the black Blue Silver Prison shattered—splintered vines flew everywhere.

In a flash, the freed crocodile lunged at Fang Yuan, its gaping maw Ningju ing terrifying spiritual energy.

“Sea God Thirteen Spears—First Form: Unfixed Waves!”

Fang Yuan remained calm, his Sea God trident tracing an arcane path; layers of azure rings rippled outward, freezing time and space where they passed—the crocodile’s massive body froze mid-air, even the spiritual energy in its mouth halted.

“Break!”

The trident shot forward like golden lightning, piercing the crocodile’s throat. The Sea God light on the blade detonated, blasting the Stage Three mutated beast’s head into a bloody mist.

As the headless corpse crashed to the ground, Fang Yuan sheathed his trident and turned—his robes untouched by a single drop of blood.

Without permission, you shattered my Blue Silver Prison—you have already earned your death.

Li Shuyang stared at Fang Yuan, lips parting as if to speak, but stayed silent.

“You’re wondering why I, who inherited Tang San’s abilities from Douluo Continent, possess such power?”

“After all, in the original story, even divine-level experts aren’t considered particularly strong.”

Fang Yuan saw Li Shuyang’s thoughts and smiled, pointing at the He Dao in his hand:

“The answer, Fellow Daoist, you already know.”

“The world of Demon Slayer isn’t powerful either—Sun Breathing never originally allowed users to control fire—but didn’t you manage it?”

“Spiritual energy is far more wondrous than we imagined—it can not only absorb all cultivation systems brought by dimensional invasions, but also propel them to qualitative leaps in the real world.”

(End of Chapter)