Chapter 44: Grandfather Trains His Grandson
Thousands of miles away in Nuoding City.
"Teacher, will you take me to get the soul ring today?"
Tang San followed Yu Xiaogang and climbed into the carriage.
"Yes. According to my theory, your Blue Silver Grass martial soul is more suitable for absorbing a snake-type soul beast rings and can be combined with some toxicity to paralyze the enemy."
Yu Xiaogang, having escaped to Nuoding City, spoke calmly.
'My heart is full of ambitions for my ideals. Wait—Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and those guys who mock me—I, Yu Xiaogang, am not a waste.'
"Okay, teacher."
Tang San said with disdain in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. If Yu Xiaogang truly wanted to hunt other soul beasts, he definitely couldn't rely on him.
It's okay to complain and hit a few cats and dogs, but he still had to rely on him to resist other soul beasts.
Forget it—the Blue Silver Grass is still useful in the early stages. When he becomes a god, he'll be too lazy to use soul skills. That time he will be able to use divine skills.
Soon, they arrived at the Soul Hunting Forest. Yu Xiaogang first used Luo Sanpao to fart a few times, then continued to lecture Tang San.
Not long after, the Datura Snake appeared. Tang San saw this and twisted his mouth. He protected Yu Xiaogang behind him and shouted, "Teacher, be careful."
Yu Xiaogang smiled indifferently, pushed Tang San aside, and said calmly, "Xiao San, don't worry. Watch the teacher."
Yu Xiaogang looked calm and took out two items from his soul guidance device that made Tang San call them impossible—his Tang Sect hidden weapon, the Godly Zhuge Crossbow.
He gently pulled the trigger, and dozens of arrows instantly shot the Datura Snake into a sieve. Its life hung by a thread.
"Xiao San, don't be dazed. Kill the Datura Snake quickly and absorb the soul ring."
Yu Xiaogang put away the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, not noticing the murderous intent in Tang San's eyes.
Damn—how could Xiaogang have Tang Sect hidden weapons? Could it be that he was also reborn and secretly learned my Tang Sect techniques?
Damn Yu Xiaogang! You dare steal the Tang Sect's hidden weapons—you have found your way to die.
Tang San's face grew ferocious, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes when he looked at Yu Xiaogang. But he still suppressed his anger and asked, "Teacher, where did you get this weapon?"
"This Godly Zhuge Crossbow is sold by the Spirit Hall for only 500 gold soul coins, and its attack power is comparable to that of a level-20 battle soul master."
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San with a strange expression, thinking that Tang San was hunting soul beasts for the first time and hadn't yet adapted.
Spirit Hall!
It turned out to be Spirit Hall. Tang San was stunned at first. Could it be Bibi Dong who was reborn, or Qian Renxue? No— they didn't know how to make Tang Sect's hidden weapons when they died.
Who on earth betrayed the Tang Sect? The more Tang San thought about it, the uglier his face became. He clearly remembered killing everyone in Spirit Hall—so how could there be any fish that slipped through the net?
"Xiao San, don't be distracted. Kill the Datura Snake and absorb the spirit ring."
Faced with Yu Xiaogang's urging, Tang San felt a little disgusted.
The changes in this world made Tang San a little insane. His original feeling of strategizing was suddenly interrupted—he felt like a clown.
But now he could only hold back his temper. After all, he was the future God King and couldn't lose his mind over such a small matter.
After killing the Datura Snake, Tang San began to absorb the soul ring smoothly.
"Success."
Seeing the hundred-year soul ring spinning around Tang San, Yu Xiaogang looked pleased. His theory was indeed correct.
---
Back in the seventh dormitory, Tang San showed off in front of Wang Sheng and others. Although Wang Sheng had also obtained a 150-year soul ring, he was still shocked to hear that Tang San had a four-hundred-year soul ring.
But when he thought of Brother Chuan's thousand-year soul ring, he was less surprised.
"Brother Chuan is back."
Wang Sheng saw Qian Renchuan returning with Xiao Wu and hurried to greet him, leaving Tang San aside.
"Well, I just went to buy a quilt with Xiao Wu."
Putting Xiao Wu's favorite pink quilt on the bed next to him, Xiao Wu came over and combined the two beds into one.
"This bed is too small. Let's combine the beds, okay?"
Xiao Wu looked at Qian Renchuan with a request in her eyes, staring pitifully.
"Okay."
He also disliked the small bed and thought it was better to combine them so they could be closer, thus fostering their relationship.
"No!"
Tang San, who was ignored, gritted his teeth, turned around looked at Qian Renchuan, and said word by word: "Yinchuan, I want to challenge you. The winner will be the new head of the seventh dormitory."
This damn Yinchuan, who always steals his limelight and also snatches away Xiao Wu—the 100,000-year-old soul beast he regards as a forbidden delicacy—is simply unforgivable.
"Hey, since Xiao Sanzi has the courage, let's do it here."
Qian Renchuan was confident, and his angel eyes allowed him to see everything within 15 meters.
"Let me show you the power of Tang Sect's unique skills."
Tang San's eyes flashed with purple light, and his hands turned white jade.
He didn't want to compete for the entire head of the seventh dormitory, but this Yinchuan kept stealing his limelight—this made him, as a God King, very annoyed.
Most importantly, he wanted to use his strength to regain Xiao Wu's attention.
"Control the crane and capture the dragon."
Seeing Qian Renchuan motionless, Tang San was furious and rushed forward immediately.
As he approached, Qian Renchuan smiled slightly. It was just an outdated Tang Sect technique. He didn't know how this person knew it, but he didn't care— it was just an old skill.
"Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, Reversal of Universe."
Qian Renchuan dodged with a flash, leaving a phantom in place. It was impossible to tell whether it was real or fake.
Tang San saw Qian Renchuan's phantom was still in its original position and sneered. He was just a genius with some talent. Daring to look down on him, he would destroy his martial soul and teach him a lesson.
This was him, the God King Tang, reminding others to remember well. Don't touch what you shouldn't.
A punch suddenly missed. Tang San hadn't reacted yet and was about to fall without braking.
He saw Qian Renchuan grab his weak hand.
As Qian Renchuan gently lifted his hand, the force suddenly eased. Tang San was happy, but when he saw Qian Renchuan's next move, he was instantly terrified.
"Bang!"
As the double force struck Tang San, he was instantly smashed to the ground, his face hitting the floor.
"Damn it! You humiliated me like this."
Tang San's eyes went red, and he panted. He hadn't been so embarrassed since becoming a God King. Damn Yinchuan—you've already found your way to death.
"Sometimes, people need to recognize their limits. Xiao Sanzi, you are too arrogant. You must know that there are always people better than you. There are heavens beyond heaven."
Qian Renchuan imitated his father's tone, placing his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and speaking with emotion.
"Pfft, Brother Chuan, when did you learn this? It's like you're teaching your grandson a lesson."
Xiao Wu saw Qian Renchuan's old-fashioned look and laughed at Tang San who was under his feet.
It looked like a grandfather teaching his grandson.
Hearing Xiao Wu's ridicule, Tang San's face flushed. He looked at Qian Renchuan's soul ring in disbelief. His blood surged, and he couldn't swallow the humiliation—he fainted immediately.
(End of this chapter)