The Rakshasa God's face changed. Of course, she knew who this voice belonged to. The life aura before her, which she found so annoying, displayed the identity of the visitor—the Goddess of Life.
From the void, a flash of emerald-green brilliance passed, and the figure of the Goddess of Life slowly manifested, like a gentle spring breeze, blowing away the cold and oppressive atmosphere that had gathered around.
She was dressed in a long, emerald-green dress. The hem of her dress swayed gently, containing the power of the revival of all things, forming a sharp contrast with the evil aura circulating around the Rakshasa God.
"Rakshasa, why were you spying on the Douluo Star just now, and even attempting to send down a wisp of your divine soul?" The Goddess of Life's voice was as clear as a spring. "You should know the rules of the Divine Realm. Gods are forbidden from interfering with the lower realms."
The Rakshasa God smiled charmingly. "You say I interfered, but when did the Douluo Star get covered by a layer of a restriction from your divine power? What did you do over there that you're so afraid of others seeing?"
Life frowned. "That was a layer of a warning, it does not have the ability to obstruct a god's descent to the lower realm. It can only let me sense it at the first moment and then rush over like this. My divine soul, my true body, have never descended to the lower realm."
"Is that so..." Her gaze moved slightly, and she quickly grasped the key point. "Haven't you always been one to not meddle in worldly affairs? Why have you suddenly been so kind as to be a free supervisor for the Douluo Star?"
The Rakshasa God's words carried a hint of sarcasm and provocation. Her eyes were like a sharp blade, trying to find a flaw under the calm exterior of the Goddess of Life.
The Goddess of Life sighed lightly. "You need not speculate further. The reason I set up that layer of a warning was just to prevent any god from secretly descending to the lower realm."
The Rakshasa God snorted. "That's very unfortunate. The one with the problem below is my god-seat successor. The wisp of divine sense I left behind was shattered, cutting off the possibility of me contacting my successor before the next stage of the divine trial begins. You tell me, should I go and investigate? This... doesn't count as a violation, right?"
"This happened?" Life was surprised. "But, why would you, while the divine trial is in progress, still leave that wisp of divine sense? A god's god-seat inheritance should only allow the god to check on the recipient's situation when the divine trial stage is completed."
"At other times, if the successor is in a critical moment such as their life being in danger, the divine trial's imprint should transmit a message, and the god will then decide whether to accept it or not. Looking at you like this, your god-seat successor should not be in any great trouble."
"Could it be that you are like last time, fighting with the Asura, and this divine sense of yours is not simply for protection, but is once again giving this seized successor a spiritual torment, and the person cut it off themselves...?"
She lowered her brow in deep thought, continuously speaking. The Rakshasa God at the side listened, her face growing darker and darker.
Who said this one was a shut-in, a sweet and innocent fool? What kind of broken rumors are there in the Divine Realm! The key is that although this one's temperament is gentle, her strength is ultimately that of a God-King. She is not an existence she can touch. And her attribute also specially counters her own.
The Rakshasa God cursed silently in her heart but also knew that now was not the time to argue with the Goddess of Life. She took a deep breath, trying hard to calm her own emotions, and then said coldly, "Life, you need not be hypocritical here and guess my intentions."
"There's a problem with my successor. I will naturally go and investigate. As for the rules of the Divine Realm, I will naturally abide by them and will not interfere in the affairs of the lower realm. Now, I just need you to help me open the passage to the Douluo Star."
The Goddess of Life returned to her senses from her thoughts. She slowly shook her head. "A divine soul will not do. At most, you can wait for the completion of this current stage of the divine trial. At that time, your divine sense can go down."
"Which trial has this current successor of yours progressed to?"
"...The second trial."
The Goddess of Life nodded. "Then isn't that right? In fact, even if we gods don't say it, we all privately give preferential treatment to our own successors. The first few trials are just symbolic tests. In a few more days, you can investigate again with your divine sense."
Rakshasa: The key is that my second trial is to have her cultivate to Limit Douluo! The devil knows how long I have to wait.
The Goddess of Life's willow-like brows raised slightly. "What, is there still a problem?"
The Rakshasa hated it so much her teeth itched, but she could only helplessly accept the Goddess of Life's decision. She thought to herself, this Goddess of Life seemed gentle, but in her bones was a stubbornness. To try and get any advantage from her was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
"Alright, I'll wait," the Rakshasa God spat out these few words through gritted teeth, her eyes sparkling with unwillingness and anger. However, she also knew that in the Divine Realm, strength and status decided everything. Although she was dissatisfied, she was helpless.
Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of the Goddess of Life's mouth. The smile flashed and disappeared.
"In that case, then I will go back first," the Goddess of Life said softly. Her figure once again transformed into a wisp of an emerald-green brilliance and instantly disappeared into the void. Before leaving, she had once again reinforced the barrier on the Douluo Star.
Rakshasa: ...Damn it!
In the Temple of Life, the Goddess of Life returned to the swing by the ancient tree and gently sat down. The swing swayed slightly with her movements, bringing a gentle breeze throughout the temple.
She looked towards the central hub of the Divine Realm.
"Has the inheritance of the Seraphim's god-seat officially begun? It's a little faster than I thought. But even if you return again, you are no longer you. Sigh."
She closed her eyes and lay on her side. "I hope that this time, everything will go smoothly."
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Douluo Star, Heaven Dou Empire, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's residence.
Familiar eaves, familiar old friends. Under the newly born eastern sun, Tang San completed today's training of the Purple Demon Eyes. "Finally, I've reached the 'minute' level."
He stood up, let out a long sigh of relief, and rubbed his kidneys, the corner of his mouth twitching.
I am at least a quasi-Soul Elder. How can I not even handle a Ruyan? Speaking of which, her side has been getting looser and looser lately. It must be that I am too fierce!
"Hmm?"
Tang San looked at the Dai Mubai who was walking towards this side from outside the main gate, frowned, jumped down from the rooftop, and lightly landed on the ground.
It's unknown if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the relationship between this life's Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun and him had improved abnormally quickly. Especially after returning from Spirit City, Dai Mubai and the others had been running over here every two or three days.
From time to time, they would also bring some rare herbs or strange soul tools, saying it was to exchange cultivation insights, but in reality, every time they would pester him to discuss various martial soul theories and practical combat techniques.
"Tang San, you're cultivating so early. So diligent," Dai Mubai's hearty voice came. Before the person arrived, the laughter came first. Behind him followed the fawning and sleazy Ma Hongjun.
Tang San smiled faintly and went up to meet them. "Mubai, Fatty, why have you come? Aren't you cultivating today?"
Dai Mubai patted his chest and said heroically, "Cultivation also requires a balance between work and rest. Besides, aren't we here to discuss some problems with you? I hear you've recently had a new understanding of soul skill fusion?"
Ma Hongjun at the side chimed in, "That's right, that's right! Third Brother, how are your self-created soul skills and hidden weapons coming along? Can you let us open our eyes again?"
Tang San helplessly shook his head and said with a smile, "How many times have you seen them?"
Ma Hongjun flattered, "How can that be? Third Brother's hidden weapons are the most awesome things under heaven! Besides that, who else can kill a Soul Elder with just one thing that doesn't use soul power?"
"Plus Third Brother's footwork and hand techniques that cooperate with the hidden weapons, it's simply... simply transcendent, making one gasp in amazement!"
"Third Brother, the few hidden weapons you gave me, I really haven't mastered them completely. Can you teach us again?"
"Alright, alright. I'll go and tell Ruyan first, and then we'll go to the martial training grounds as usual."
Tang San turned and walked towards the inner room. He saw Yu Ruyan sitting at a table, holding a book about martial soul theory in her hand, her brow tightly furrowed, as if thinking about some difficult problem.
"Ruyan, I and Mubai, Fatty, are going to the martial training grounds for a trip. Do you want to go together?" Tang San asked softly.
Yu Ruyan raised her head, saw Tang San, and a smile appeared on her face. "I'm not going. I'm researching this dragon transformation problem. I can't quite figure it out. You all go. I'll stay here and continue to look."
Tang San nodded. As a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, the skill of dragon transformation was something they had to master and be proficient in. Seeing Yu Ruyan so focused, Tang San's heart was also quite gratified. He knew that everyone was working hard to "become stronger"!
"Alright then, we're leaving," Tang San waved at Yu Ruyan, and then immediately walked out of the residence with Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, heading in the direction of the martial training grounds.
Seeing the three of them walk away, Yu Ruyan slowly stepped forward and turned a flower vase by the door, so that the green floral pattern faced outwards.
On the martial training grounds, the three began to spar in soul skills and exchange insights. Tang San, on one hand, demonstrated his "self-created soul skills" and hidden weapon techniques, while on the other, he explained the subtleties within. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun watched seriously at the side, from time to time raising their own questions and opinions.
Of course, it was limited to where the Tang Sect's skills were good. When it came to the key points, he kept his mouth shut about the principles.
In turn, the three began to spar. For this life's Tang San, although he was a control-type soul master, he was not afraid of anyone in a one-on-one. Facing the two taking turns, he was also fearless.
"Tang San, I'm going to the latrine."
Dai Mubai said, "You and Ma Hongjun can continue to practice. What I ate last night was a little off. It'll probably take a while."
Tang San glanced at the hurriedly running-off Dai Mubai and shook his head. He asked Ma Hongjun, "Where on earth have you two been eating delicacies these days? Why do your stomachs always hurt? I'm afraid you ate something poisonous. Oscar's sausages, why don't you try one?"
Ma Hongjun was a little envious... ah no, he looked at the departing Dai Mubai with sympathy. "Don't mind him, don't mind him. Come, Third Brother, let's fight! Let's fight until our soul power is exhausted!"
In fact, Tang San was very annoyed by these two. He didn't know why these two had suddenly become so diligent, and even specifically chose him as a sparring partner. In Shrek, Yu Xiaogang was Flender's brother, and he was Yu Xiaogang's "son." It was not good to refuse.
In the end, he was burdened by his reputation. Sure enough, I am still the pure and innocent Tang San. He couldn't do things like refusing a classmate.
"Third Brother, I have just recently obtained my second soul skill! Two flame soul skills! Your Blue Silver Grass is countered by me!"
"Hmph," Tang San snorted coldly. "Even if your grass chicken can breathe fire, my Blue Silver Grass is not a vegetarian. A Soul Grandmaster wants to fight a Soul Elder? What are you dreaming of? Blue Silver Binding!"
And at this time, in the residence of Tang San and Yu Ruyan.
Dai Mubai saw the green flower vase, and his heart was overjoyed. He tiptoed closer and knocked on the door. "Ruyan?"
"Come in quickly."
The room door was pushed open a crack. Yu Ruyan quickly pulled Dai Mubai in.
"Hehe."
Dai Mubai took the opportunity to wrap his arm around Yu Ruyan's waist, which earned him a white-eyed glare from the other party.
Yu Ruyan ignored the hand that was moving randomly on her chest and said with some teasing, "Great Official Dai, didn't you refuse for a long time? How come you are so monkey-anxious now, every day looking for that fatty to come over here and freeload?"
One person holding back Tang San in a solo practice, one person here being dissolute. How joyous.
Dai Mubai placed his hand under his nose and sniffed, letting out a long, comfortable sigh. "In the end, I have fallen for your trick. Who would have thought that Tang San's girlfriend would actually be such a loose woman~"
He picked up Yu Ruyan in one go and was about to enter the bedroom.
"Don't, don't go to the bedroom. Let's do it by the window. The smell will dissipate faster..."
She struggled to get up, sent a flirtatious glance at Dai Mubai, and then lay on the wall by the window.
"Hahaha, this young master just likes you like this. A woman should have this kind of self-awareness!"
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Time gradually passed. Tang San glanced at the panting Ma Hongjun and shook his head. "Fatty, you're not in good shape today. Did you also not eat right last night? Why don't we rest for a while first, and you can adjust yourself?"
Ma Hongjun panted heavily and waved his hand. "No, no need. I can still hold on. Third Brother, let's continue. I need to get used to this kind of high-intensity battle and can't always drag you all down."
Seeing this, Tang San could only nod. But in his heart, he was secretly pondering. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had indeed been a little abnormal recently. Not only had they been cultivating more diligently, but they were also always finding excuses to run over to his place. Was it really just for cultivation?
Just as he was distracted, Ma Hongjun suddenly exerted force. His flame soul skill was fiercely released, and a scorching flame instantly enveloped Tang San. Tang San's heart was shocked. He hurriedly circulated his soul power, and his Blue Silver Grass quickly wrapped around his entire body, forming a protective barrier. At the same time, he began to counter-attack. "Fatty, you're sneak-attacking!"
He was angry in his heart. It was really enough. Every two or three days, he had to accompany these fellows in battle here. His own god-level combat skills were about to be brought into their rank by these two fellows!
You're already out of breath and you still want to fight? Why didn't I see you so diligent before?
When a spark passed through his crotch, his gaze turned cold. For the first time in his battles with Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun during this period, he used his Clear Sky Hammer.
"Chaotic Cloak!"
Tang San roared angrily. The Clear Sky Hammer instantly condensed in his hand. With a momentum like a tsunami and the sound of breaking wind, it fiercely swung towards Ma Hongjun.
The Chaotic Cloak Hammer method, one hammer after another, the power superimposed layer by layer. Each hammer was more ferocious than the last.
Seeing this, Ma Hongjun's face changed. He hurriedly circulated his soul power, and his flame soul skill was once again released, trying to block Tang San's attack. However, the power of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer method was simply too astonishing. The flame was instantly torn apart, and Ma Hongjun was also sent flying back repeatedly.
"Wait a moment, wait a moment, Third Brother! I surrender!"
"Hmph."
Tang San put away his Clear Sky Hammer. "Then let's go. It's been so long. What on earth is Dai Mubai doing? He still hasn't come back. Which direction did he go?"
"Hey hey hey, Third Brother, I surrendered. It doesn't mean I'm not fighting anymore. Let's rest for a while, and then have another match. We'll just wait for Boss Dai to come back," seeing that Tang San was about to leave, Ma Hongjun hurriedly stopped him.
Tang San's face turned black. He took a deep breath. Stepping on his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, six silver needles appeared in his hand. In an instant, they were stuck in six vital points on Ma Hongjun's body, but they did not harm his foundation, only making him temporarily lose his ability to move and fall to the ground in a deep sleep.
"Sorry, Fatty. I really can't stand this kind of endless sparring anymore," Tang San said softly, a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes. He knew that doing this was a bit excessive, but he was really annoyed by the frequent sparring during this period.
Carrying Ma Hongjun, Tang San walked towards his own house.
"Hmm? What's this?"
Tang San looked at his small house in the distance with confusion. Today, his Purple Demon Eyes had officially stepped into the 'minute' realm. His ability to distinguish objects and capture movements had reached an unprecedented level of acuity. He could clearly sense that at the window of his small house, it was sometimes moving and sometimes still. Very strange.
Inexplicably, a strong sense of unease welled up from the bottom of Tang San's heart. He quickened his pace, at the same time trying his best to remain calm. He gently placed Ma Hongjun on the grass at the side. He silently approached his small house, his Purple Demon Eyes fully open, trying to capture any slight movement.
As he got closer, the sense of unease became stronger.
He concealed his aura and slowly approached the window.
"Between me and Tang San, who is more amazing?!"
"Of course it's you!"
"Hahaha!"
Tang San's face instantly turned ashen. He had never expected that the brother he had always trusted would actually do such a thing. His fists were clenched tight, his nails digging deep into his palms, as he forcibly suppressed the anger and humiliation in his heart.
fucking!
He took a deep breath. His Purple Demon Eyes, through the crack of the window, saw the unbearable scene in the room. Dai Mubai and Yu Ruyan were entangled together, completely immersed in their own world, completely unaware of the movements outside the window.
Tang San's heart was as if being cut by a knife. Pain and anger intertwined.
His two eyes were blood-red. He first slowly retreated, came to Ma Hongjun's side, and searched his entire body. From behind him, he took out a sound transmission soul tool. This was a small sound transmission device that could remotely control the accessory on the other end to emit a sound similar to a flute.
The distance was very short, and it was not of great use, but it was very rare. So you've invented a new use for it, have you?!
He gritted his teeth. "Alright. I was wondering why you two were so strange. Such guts! You all have a death wish!"
Tang San panted like an ox. The Soul-Breaking Nails in his hand directly stuck into Ma Hongjun's two legs.
"Ah—woo."
Ma Hongjun's miserable cry had not yet been fully uttered when Tang San had already hit him on the back of the head with a hammer, knocking him unconscious.
He stood up, his gaze icy. Yu Ruyan, what a good Yu Ruyan. To have fooled him so completely.
"Bitch," he gritted his teeth. His left hand summoned his Clear Sky Hammer and rushed back to the small house at high speed. His speed was very fast, and he had concealed his aura, so that the people inside could not detect him at the first moment.
"Bang!—"
The window shattered with a sound. Six Soul-Breaking Nails stuck into Dai Mubai's vital acupoints. The Zhuge Godly Crossbow pierced through his pipa bone, causing the Dai Mubai who was on top to instantly fall down, his entire person convulsing.
"Ah!—"
The surprised cry of Yu Ruyan and the painful cry of Dai Mubai sounded at the same time. Tang San's face was so gloomy it was as if it could drip water. His two eyes burned with a raging fire. His entire person emitted a heart-palpitating killing intent.
"Tang San, what are you doing?!" Dai Mubai's consciousness was already hazy. He forcibly endured the pain and questioned, "I am a Star Luo prince! What are you trying to do?!"
"Hehe, a Star Luo prince? A stray dog wagging its tail and begging! And you!"
Tang San looked at her with cold eyes, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand raised high, the hammerhead shining with a cold light. "Bitch, what else do you have to say?" His voice was low and icy, as if coming from the depths of the Nine Hells.
"Sob sob sob—"
"Third Brother, listen to me. It was the two of them who forced me. Dai Mubai said that if I didn't give it to him, he would have the people of the Star Luo Empire come and arrest you."
"Bullshit! Not to mention that he is a waste now. Even if he were the Star Luo crown prince, he couldn't control me, a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect with twin martial souls!"
Yu Ruyan cried a storm of pear blossoms. "It's not just that. They said that before a twin martial soul has grown up, they are a thorn in the side of all the other factions. I did it for you, Third Brother! Sob sob sob—my feelings, don't you know them?"
Tang San looked at the two on the ground coldly, his voice ghostly and cold. "I have been betrayed three times. The first was Xiao Wu leaving."
"The second was the Clear Sky Sect abandoning my father, causing him to be despised by the world and imprisoned by me. The third is you!"
"I had originally thought that you were a rare, good woman in the world. I never thought, I really never thought!"
The hammer in his hand came down fiercely!
"Stop!" Yu Yuanzhen's shocked and angry voice came, quickly taking down Tang San.
And outside the door stood the maidservant.