Yuan San?? Tang Hua?? Snowflakes Drifted Down

Su Mu's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

How was that possible?

He had gone just three or four days without intercepting Tang San, and Tang San had already reached level 10?

And Tang Hao had come along with him.

Could Tang Hao have given him his mother's right leg bone?

That couldn't be right.

[Host, please choose whether to intercept!]

Hearing the system prompt again, Su Mu came back to his senses.

Intercept.

Su Mu thought.

[Interception successful. Host, please choose 'keep for your own use' or exchange it for Interception points.]

What use was a 400-year Soul Ring to him? Even after being enhanced tenfold, it would only be 4,000 years old.

Exchange it for Interception points!

[Exchange successful. Obtained 55 Interception points.]

Seeing the number of Interception points, Su Mu's mouth twitched.

Good grief, the God King's first ring was only worth this much???

[Host, please choose a discounted return.]

[Option one: Return one 225-year Black-Armored Dragon Turtle Soul Ring.]

[Option two: Return one 56.25-year Black-Armored Dragon Turtle Soul Ring.]

[Option three: Return one 14.0625-year Black-Armored Dragon Turtle Soul Ring.]

Su Mu stared at the three options in silence for a moment.

Good grief, it wasn't just halved this time.

This time, it had been halved twice! Divided by four!!

The system was really good at math. Better yet, it didn't even limit the number of decimal places.

Even 14.0625 was allowed.

If he hadn't been decent at math in his previous life, he wouldn't have noticed the pattern.

Option three.

After making his choice, Su Mu's lips curled up slightly.

With a first ring aged 14.0625 years, Sanzi probably won't be a threat to me anymore, right?

The Soul Hunting Forest.

Tang San was sitting cross-legged on the ground, absorbing the Black-Armored Dragon Turtle's Soul Ring.

Suddenly, Tang San felt his consciousness growing hazy.

He tipped sideways and collapsed, unable to get up.

Seeing this, Tang Hao hurried over to check on him.

But no matter how he shook him, slapped him, pinched the philtrum beneath his nose, or infused him with Soul Power, he couldn't wake Tang San.

Tang San's face was visibly swelling.

A red bump had also risen between his nose and upper lip.

With no other choice, Tang Hao could only keep watch beside him.

About half an hour passed.

Tang San felt a burning pain in his face.

The spot beneath his nose also hurt whenever he breathed.

The pain actually woke him up.

"Little San, are you all right?"

When Tang Hao saw Tang San open his eyes, he hurried over and helped him up, asking with concern.

"I'm fine, Father."

Feeling the discomfort in his face, Tang San drew a sharp breath as he spoke.

"Little San, why did you suddenly faint while absorbing the Soul Ring?"

Tang Hao paid no attention to Tang San's expression and asked with concern.

Hearing this,

Tang San remembered that he had been absorbing a Soul Ring.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Maybe this Black-Armored Dragon Turtle was a little too nourishing."

"My face feels like it's burning, and my nose feels a little inflamed."

Tang Hao scratched his head when he heard Tang San's explanation.

But he didn't know how to explain it either.

Changing the subject, he said, "Release your Martial Soul and let's see what skill you obtained."

Tang San was also eager to know whether this Soul Ring would give him the Soul Skill he wanted, so he raised his right hand.

A small, ornate hammer with a blue sheen appeared in his hand.

As the little hammer appeared, a white Soul Ring slowly floated out as well.

Seeing this, Tang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

That's my son for you.

He handled a 450-year Soul Ring with ease.

Tang San also smiled when he saw the Soul Ring.

A 450-year first ring—there would be almost no one at the same level who could match me.

Suddenly, the two exchanged a glance.

Both saw confusion, doubt, and disbelief in the other's eyes...

Tang Hao closed his eyes, rubbed them, and opened them again.

After glancing at the Soul Ring beside the Blue Silver Hammer, he squeezed his eyes shut again, breathing rapidly.

Tang San did much the same.

"Father, what color is my Soul Ring?"

Tang San asked with his eyes shut, breathing rapidly.

"Little San, it looks white to me."

Tang Hao spoke, fighting back the pain in his heart.

Tang San slowly stood up and raised his head to look at the sky.

He threw his head back and howled, "Nooo~~"

"Why! Why~~~"

His voice was so loud that quite a few of the younger Soul Beasts nearby were startled.

In an instant, everything descended into chaos.

Su Mu had just gotten up and was about to leave the Soul Hunting Forest guard camp

when he heard the heart-rending roar.

A BGM involuntarily started playing in Su Mu's mind.

Snow~flakes~ drift down~

The north wind howls~ and howls~

Heaven and earth~ are vast~ and boundless~~

Coming back to his senses, Su Mu hurried away.

It wasn't safe here now. What if Tang San wasn't the only one going mad, and Tang Hao went mad too?

His master by chance was still a bit safer to be around.

After Tang San finished roaring,

he sank to his knees on the ground, as if all the fight had gone out of him.

He looked at the Blue Silver Hammer in his hand and the white Soul Ring, his eyes full of confusion.

Tang Hao looked at his rather dejected son.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke to comfort him. "Little San, it's all right!"

"Don't you still have a second Martial Soul?"

"Once you reach level 60, you'll be able to attach Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings."

"Then I'll attach nothing but Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings to your Second Martial Soul."

"Someone with a single Martial Soul can't compare with your starting point."

Hearing Tang Hao's words, some light returned to Tang San's eyes.

That's right, I have Twin Martial Souls.

For the moment, neither of them thought to wonder why a 450-year Yellow Soul Ring had turned white.

Seeing that his words had worked,

Tang Hao continued, "Little San, I told you the other day."

"Your mother was a hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor."

"She also left you a hundred-thousand-year Soul Bone."

"Rest for a couple of days, and I'll take you to absorb it."

"That way, your Second Soul Ring can be older."

"By the time you get your third or fourth ring, you'll be able to catch up with others at the same level."

Hearing this, Tang San's gaze grew resolute again.

Right.

There's also Dugu Bo's Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

And hidden weapons.

And Soul Tools.

And the Sea God's inheritance.

The age of a Soul Ring doesn't mean much.

Seeing Tang San return to normal,

Tang Hao breathed a sigh of relief and suggested, "Little San, try out your Soul Ring's effect."

Having accepted that his first ring was white,

Tang San wasted no time.

Many things only needed to be kept in his heart.

The white Soul Ring beside the Blue Silver Hammer flashed.

The exquisitely crafted, deep-blue little hammer in Tang San's hand

turned gray like iron.

Seeing this, Tang San felt a little better.

At the very least, the Soul Skill still worked.

"Here, try hitting this rock!"

Tang Hao had found a rock somewhere.

Tang San tossed the Blue Silver Hammer up and down in his hand.

After taking aim at the rock,

he brought the hammer down.

Crack!

A cracking sound rang out.

Tang San hurriedly looked.

The rock was completely intact.

But the gray iron-colored shell covering the Blue Silver Hammer

had cracked all over.

The Blue Silver Hammer's original deep-blue color showed through.

"Don't let me find out why this happened!"

"Otherwise, even if you're a God King, I'll make sure to kill you!"

Su Mu, who had returned to Nuoding City early and was walking down the street, suddenly sneezed.

Who's talking about me behind my back again?

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