A Fourteen-Year-Old Soul Ancestor

Eight years later, in Spirit City.

On the training grounds inside Spirit Hall Academy.

A burly, short-haired redheaded youth was sparring with another student. Flames burned around him, and his presence was utterly overbearing.

He threw a punch, sending the student in front of him flying, then gave a cold snort.

"Your Soul Power is too weak."

"Next time, don't come looking for me to spar unless you've leveled up. You'd just be wasting time."

The student who had been sent flying climbed to his feet, his face wreathed in smiles.

"Understood, Brother Yan."

This redheaded youth was none other than Yan of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation!

His Martial Soul was the Flame Lord, and he possessed the dual attributes of fire and earth. Among Spirit Hall's younger generation, he had few equals.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Everyone, stop for a moment!"

A lean, capable-looking middle-aged man walked over and clapped his hands.

"I have something to announce. Yan, go call Xie Yue and the others over."

The middle-aged man was named Lin Feng. He was the teacher in charge of the Spirit Hall Academy Team and a Seven-Ring Soul Sage.

Before long, seven people stood in front of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked at them, sensing the Soul Power of all seven, and satisfaction showed in his eyes.

"As expected of Spirit Hall Academy's chosen talents. As you are now, you stand among the strongest of your age across the entire Douluo Continent."

"I called you here to make an announcement."

"Her Holiness the Pope places great importance on the upcoming National Soul Master Elite Tournament. You must do everything in your power to win the championship."

At that, Yan snorted coldly.

"Teacher, that goes without saying, doesn't it?"

"With us here, what other academy could stand against us?"

Seeing how confident he was, Lin Feng smiled and nodded.

"Good, good, good. It's excellent that you have such confidence."

"Oh, right, there's something else. I just received word that another member will be joining our team as a substitute. He'll take the field if necessary."

The moment he finished speaking, the others reacted in different ways.

Yan stared wide-eyed at Lin Feng.

"Teacher Lin, what does this mean?"

"Don't tell me this substitute is that Tang San again? I don't agree!"

"Nobody even knows what that guy does all day, yet he gets the same treatment as us. Now he wants to come and take credit for our work too. It's outrageous!"

Even Xie Yue, the usually composed captain of the Spirit Hall Academy Team, could not help frowning.

"Teacher Lin, isn't this a little inappropriate?"

"The seven of us have been training together recently, and we're completely in sync. It took us a long time to settle on the starting lineup of seven. If someone suddenly joins us, we might actually perform worse."

Hu Liena gave a delicate snort. "Exactly. I don't even know whether that Tang San is the Golden Generation, or we are."

"I heard his Martial Soul is just Blue Silver Grass."

"Why should someone with a Trash Martial Soul get the same treatment and resources as us?"

Seeing that they were all somewhat dissatisfied, Lin Feng felt somewhat helpless.

"There's nothing I can do. I only just received the notice myself."

"As for the details, wait until Tang San gets here before you decide."

As he spoke, he too felt a little dissatisfied.

Who knew what kind of background that fellow Tang San had? He was like a divine dragon whose tail was seen but never its head all day long, yet he enjoyed the finest resources. Now he had even been placed directly on the Spirit Hall Academy Team.

Wasn't this going too far?!

Xie Yue snorted coldly and exchanged a look with Yan.

They had already made up their minds. When Tang San arrived, they would make sure to put him in his place.

They just didn't know what Tang San was doing now, or why he still hadn't come to join the team.

In a room inside the Worship Hall in Spirit City.

Tang San lay on the floor, panting heavily as he looked up.

A dazzling golden light filled his vision. Looking farther down, he saw a stretch of snowy white even more dazzling than the golden light.

Qian Renxue held his wrists down with both hands, her golden hair hanging naturally. Eight years had passed, and her beauty had become even more striking, her figure even more voluptuous.

Perhaps because she had met Tang San so early, her bearing had gained a trace of warmth and become more human, while much of her cold divinity had faded.

Of course, Qian Renxue only showed this side of herself in front of Tang San.

A bead of sweat slid down Qian Renxue's face and fell to the floor. Her beautiful eyes fixed on Tang San, and her red lips parted slightly.

"I didn't expect you to get so good after just a few days apart, Little San..."

With that, Qian Renxue stood up and pulled Tang San to his feet.

Tang San rubbed his aching waist and said, "Good? I don't feel that way. I still couldn't beat you in the end."

The two had just sparred, battling for three hundred exchanges.

In the end, Tang San had still lost.

There was nothing he could do. Even if his start could be considered a heavenly opening hand, Qian Renxue's was practically like using cheats.

Having abandoned that utterly idiotic grand plan to steal a kingdom and turned to cultivating alongside Qian Daoliu instead, Qian Renxue had finally displayed her talent.

Even though Qian Renxue had suppressed her Soul Power to the same level as Tang San's, he still couldn't defeat her.

"Little San, don't be impatient. After all, there's still a gap between our Soul Power levels right now."

Qian Renxue looked at Tang San and said, "Your strength has improved fast enough already. Even that so-called Golden Generation was nowhere near as strong as you at your age."

As she spoke, she stroked Tang San's head. She was immensely satisfied with his performance, and the more she looked at him, the greater the love in her heart grew.

This was the man she, Qian Renxue, loved!

With Spirit Hall's resources, Tang San would only be stronger in this life than before!

Qian Renxue's gaze flickered. Having returned through rebirth, she would change everything.

Listening to her, Tang San nodded.

Qian Renxue was right. With the finest resources and cultivation environment, his talent had been able to shine to its fullest.

As he thought this, Tang San looked around himself. Four Soul Rings floated around him.

Purple, purple, black, black!

Although Tang San was only fourteen now, his Soul Power had already reached level forty-two!

It was one level higher than Great God King Tang's Soul Power at the same age.

But Tang San had yet to consume an Immortal Herb.

The fact that his Soul Power had surpassed Great God King Tang's without consuming an Immortal Herb showed just how terrifyingly fast he had cultivated over the past eight years.

At that thought, a sharp light flashed in Tang San's eyes.

"It's time to take an Immortal Herb."

He had never gone looking for the Immortal Herbs before, naturally because he wasn't in a hurry.

In any case, no one else on the entire Douluo Continent currently knew how to consume Immortal Herbs or what their true uses were.

Under those circumstances, it was naturally best to play it as safe as possible.

Once he could be absolutely certain nothing would go wrong, he would go and get the Immortal Herbs.

With that thought, Tang San spoke again.

"Do you have any time soon? Come out with me."