Chapter 62

This is Ink Jade Divine Bamboo; consuming it can cause the martial soul to gain a firm aspect—no wonder my fourth soul ring would be such a soul skill. Tang San said after finishing explaining the effects of the Ink Jade Divine Bamboo.

He stood up and walked to an empty space to the side, looking at Tang Hao and said: "Dad, this is my fourth soul skill—Blue Silver Tyrant Spear; it's a single-target attack-type soul skill."

As he spoke, Tang San's hand-held Blue Silver Tyrant Spear, condensed from Blue Silver Grass, shed its herbal skin membrane, and the spear tip flashed with the cold light of metal.

Looking at the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear, Tang Hao couldn't help but recall Yang Yun's Flame Spear Zhu Li.

Truly hateful and despicable.

Tang San was also using this soul skill for the first time, looking curiously at the spear in his hand; obviously there is a way to use it: throwing it out to cause considerable damage to a single target.

Moreover, Tang San also discovered an extremely unbelievable fact.

That is, his fourth soul ring turned out to be a black ten-thousand-year soul ring—doesn't that mean it, like Zhu Zhuqing's, exceeds the soul ring age limit?

The teacher's theory: "No, because I am a descendant of a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast, I am special; the teacher's theory is not wrong, I am just too special."

Tang San thought to himself.

Soon his attention returned to the Gazing-at-Autumn-Water Dew beneath his feet.

"Dad, this medicinal herb is of great benefit to my improvement; next, I'm afraid I'll need you to guard me for a while."

Tang Hao rubbed his chest where there was a faint ache from internal injury, looked at Tang San without saying much; after letting out a heavy "hmm," he turned and walked outside.

Seeing this, Tang San left, plucked the Gazing-at-Autumn-Water Dew, and dripped its dew into his eyes.

Instantly he felt his whole spirit was like being bathed in spring water—cool and clear; it seemed as if his soul had been cleansed.

The world became bright and transparent, extremely comfortable.

This feeling didn't last long; Tang San opened his eyes and found his vision much clearer—the Purple Extreme Magic Eye had finally entered the minute realm.

"The Purple Extreme Magic Eye has broken through—great! My mental power has also grown significantly."

Sensing Tang San's mental fluctuations, Tang Hao teleported in and saw purple light radiating from Tang San's eyes.

"Little Three, how do you feel?"

Tang San retracted his Purple Extreme Magic Eye, stood up, looked at Tang Hao and replied: "Dad, my mental power has become much stronger; with the fifth spirit ring, I no longer fear mental shock when hunting some higher-level ten-thousand-year spirit beasts."

Everything is good news, heading toward a better side.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San with a grave expression and said earnestly: "Little Three, since you now have some self-defense capability, it's time I told you some things."

Seeing Tang Hao's grim expression, Little Three's heart gave a startled jump.

"What... what matter?"

"Shrek Academy has run into trouble—Xiao Wu is a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast that has taken human form; less than half a month ago, the Breaking Heaven Sect's sect master Yang Yun of the Star Luo Empire, while attacking Shrek Academy, saw through her true form, captured her, and began keeping her captive."

Boom—

Even though his mental power had increased considerably, Tang San still felt as if a thunderclap had exploded in his mind.

"Has something happened to Xiao Wu?" Tang San's mind kept replaying the oath he had once sworn on that day.

"If anyone wants to harm Xiao Wu, they must first step over my corpse; otherwise I will absolutely not allow such a thing to happen."

But Tang San quickly realized the key point: his father is a Titled Douluo; if he had always been by his side protecting him, wouldn't he have long ago seen through Xiao Wu's identity? Yet he had kept it hidden for so long.

But Tang San also thought of his mother's identity, and involuntarily felt sympathy for Tang Hao in his heart.

"Dad must have seen that my relationship with Xiao Wu was getting better and that we had become like siblings—just as he and Mom had met and come to know each other back then."

That's why he couldn't bear to expose this fact.

Tang San's heart suddenly surged with endless regret; he dropped to one knee and pounded the ground: "It's all my fault—if I had let Xiao Wu come with me, perhaps this wouldn't have happened."

"Xiao Wu, Dad; I'm going to rescue Xiao Wu—I can't let her suffer injustice in the Breaking Heaven Sect."

Tang Hao also deeply understood his son's feelings, but now is absolutely not a good time to rashly attack the Breaking Heaven Sect.

"I too once went to the Breaking Heaven Sect to scout, but as soon as I arrived in the Star Luo Empire and neared the sect, I felt a mental power lock onto me—its level was above mine."

"At least a ninety-fifth-level Titled Douluo, and I also carry internal injuries; so I had only to retreat."

Tang San sprang up, grabbed Tang Hao's arms, and asked: "Dad, did you see Xiao Wu? How is she doing now? She hasn't been abused, has she?"

He fired off several questions in succession.

The face-conscious Tang Hao hadn't even sneaked into the outskirts, so how could he have seen how Xiao Wu was doing?

He said in a calm voice: "A hundred-thousand-year spirit beast kept by human spirit masters is surely suffering terrible torment, but it is certain that the Breaking Heaven Sect currently has no Spirit Douluo or Spirit Sage on the verge of breakthrough."

"Xiao Wu is still safe for now."

Tang San let out a slight sigh of relief, but he had caught the key information.

"Dad, why say there's no Spirit Sage about to breakthrough? Aren't those who can absorb a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring generally Spirit Douluo after their breakthrough?"

Tang Hao gazed deeply into Tang San's eyes and said: "I've heard that the Enforcement Hall master of the Breaking Heaven Sect, Yang Posue, is already in his twenties and at Spirit Sage level; his seventh spirit ring is a hundred-thousand-year one."

"Hiss!" Tang San involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air, looking at Tang Hao's eyes, which seemed genuine.

"How exactly did the Breaking Heaven Sect achieve this? It completely contradicts the theory of the ten core competitive strengths of martial souls that our teacher researched!"

Tang Hao shook his head.

He said in a very solemn tone: "I'm not sure either, but I believe any major power would be very curious about how this is done; however, so far no one has found any usable information."

"Little Three, since we can find Ink Jade Divine Bamboo and Gazing-Through-Autumn-Water Dew here, there's likely to be other immortal-grade herbs; why don't you look around?"

Tang San clenched his fists: "Dad, the Breaking Heaven Sect actually engages in the inhumane practice of raising and transforming hundred-thousand-year spirit beasts into human form; once transformed into humans, they should naturally have the right to be human;"

"By what right does the Breaking Heaven Sect deprive Xiao Wu of her right to be human? Such a wicked sect—one day I, Tang San, will destroy it and restore a bright and upright world to heaven and earth."

"And the Spirit Hall—same ilk; my mother is already pregnant, mature just like a human, capable of bearing offspring—why must they exterminate her kind? I will never allow such a thing to happen again."

Tang Hao patted Tang San's shoulder: "All right, Little Three, Dad knows you're feeling terrible now; but the most important thing is to first raise your level—only with sufficient strength can you erase the world's injustices."

Tang San nodded heavily, activated his Purple Extreme Magic Eye, and carefully observed the area around the Blue Silver King, searching for immortal herbs.

"What is this?" After searching, Tang San looked at the object in his field of view in disbelief.

(End of chapter)