Tang San's Two and a Half Minutes, Qian Renxue's Completed Baptism
At the sight, the various factions across the Douluo World were instantly stunned.
People in their own sects had likewise undergone Martial Soul baptism through the Heavenly Screen, yet it had not shown those baptisms.
Could it be that the Heavenly Screen was treating them differently?!
Inside the Sky Curtain Livestream Room.
[Feng Xiaotian]: Wait! Everyone on the continent is trying, so why is this guy the one the Heavenly Screen shows?!
[Dai Mubai]: That's because none of you are good enough. Everyone participating in this year's Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, watch closely! Our Shrek Academy's Little San will definitely complete the Heavenly Screen baptism and evolve his Martial Soul. When the tournament comes, first place will belong to none other than Shrek!
[Chrysanthemum Douluo]: Hmph! How interesting. A disciple of Yu Xiaogang, a mere Soul Scholar. The master's Martial Soul turned into a deformed pig, and now the disciple is in a hurry to evolve his Martial Soul too? Like master, like disciple!
Facing the ridicule of countless Soul Masters across the continent, Tang San glanced at the livestream comments without a change in expression. He understood.
These people already had a way to die!
As a disciple of the Tang Sect, why would he fear hardship and danger? Today, he would certainly, in the name of proving his teacher Yu Xiaogang's theory.
With that thought, Tang San leaped up and plunged into the cauldron with a splash.
"Splash!"
The instant the medicinal liquid churned, pain spread through Tang San's entire body.
"Ugh!"
Tang San let out a muffled groan, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.
Pain!
It hurt too much!
How could his teacher, at his age, have endured such pain?!
For Tang San, however, it was nothing much.
Mysterious Heaven Skill, circulate!
Tang San could not help roaring in his heart. He circulated the Internal Force of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, beginning to resist the pain that invaded him.
The will he had tempered through two lifetimes ceaselessly resisted the agonizing pain of the medicinal liquid's baptism.
The medicinal broth in the cauldron bubbled and boiled without end. At Shrek Academy, Yu Xiaogang prayed in his heart.
Little San!
Your teacher's reputation rests on you!
After two and a half minutes passed, Tang San's eyes, which should have remained as steadfast as a rock, suddenly lost focus. In the end, he could not withstand the baptism of the medicinal liquid. His head tipped back, and he sank to the bottom of the cauldron with a splash.
"Hum!"
On the Heavenly Screen, the image of Tang San's baptism abruptly flickered away, leaving only Qian Renxue enjoying the baptism of the medicinal liquid.
The various factions across the Douluo World fell silent, their hearts brimming with confusion.
Was that it?
Earlier, when Spirit Hall's Hu Liena had lasted three minutes, the Heavenly Screen had blazed with multicolored light.
Hu Liena herself had shone with brilliant golden light, and the entire process of her Martial Soul Evolution had appeared on the Heavenly Screen.
Now Tang San had passed out, but no brilliant golden light surrounded him, nor had his Martial Soul undergone the regression seen with Yu Xiaogang earlier.
[Feng Xiaotian]: What happened? That's it? Did he fail or succeed? The Heavenly Screen won't show us anything?
[Huo Wu]: There wasn't even a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth. Most likely he's just like that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang. Like master, like disciple!
[Ghost Douluo]: What a pity, what a pity. In the end, he fell one move short, nowhere near a match for our Spirit Hall's Saintess Hu Liena!
The livestream comments were full of mockery and sarcasm. After all, he was the second person whose baptism the Heavenly Screen had shown, yet in the end he could not last three minutes like Spirit Hall's Saintess Hu Liena.
Meanwhile.
At Shrek Academy.
With a faint Spatial Fluctuation, the unconscious Tang San fell out of a rift, stiff and insensible as he dropped toward the ground.
"Little San!"
Flender reacted swiftly. With a beat of his wings, he caught Tang San before he hit the ground.
Yu Xiaogang and the others hurried over. At their head, Yu Xiaogang saw that Tang San was unconscious and urgently urged them:
"Quick! Get Shao Xin!"
A short while later, after eating a restorative Large Sugar Bean, Tang San slowly opened his eyes.
He felt weak and powerless all over, as though he had taken a trip through the gates of hell.
"Little San, how do you feel?"
"And one more thing, what happened to your Martial Soul?!"
Yu Xiaogang seized Tang San by the wrist, his words full of anxiety.
Tang San forced himself to endure the weakness in his body, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his right hand.
A faint light appeared in his palm.
A small blade of grass with a dark blue glow slowly emerged in Tang San's hand.
Flender widened his eyes and examined it from top to bottom for a long while, but he could see no sign that the Martial Soul had regressed or evolved.
"It doesn't seem to have changed, does it?"
Yu Xiaogang likewise could not see anything wrong, but as a beneficiary of Martial Soul regression...
Martial Soul regression meant a weakening of Soul Power.
If Little San's Martial Soul had regressed, his Soul Power would certainly have weakened, dropping by at least ten levels.
Recalling his own experience, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly urged him:
"Little San, release your first Soul Skill and see if anything has changed."
Hearing this, Tang San acted with a thought, and a Yellow Soul Ring at his feet suddenly lit up.
"First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"
Several Blue Silver Grass vines shot out of the soil and, with a swish, bound a bluestone not far away.
No matter how one looked at it, Tang San's first Soul Skill was still Blue Silver Grass supported by a Mandala Snake Soul Ring.
At the sight, Yu Xiaogang lost himself in a daze and murmured.
"It failed!"
"In the end, it still failed!"
"But at least the Martial Soul is fine. There's no sign of regression!"
Yu Xiaogang murmured under his breath, ceaselessly comforting himself. Everyone believed that Tang San's Martial Soul had neither regressed nor been successfully baptized and purified.
Only Tang San knew that his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul had undergone a subtle change.
Just now, as the vines had wound their way out, the weeds on the ground had gradually withered, as though their life force had been drawn out.
Tang San was quite pleased about this, but he kept the secret buried in his heart.
Tang San's Heavenly Screen baptism could be considered half a success, far less complete than Hu Liena's.
If he wanted to evolve completely, his next Soul Ring would be crucial.
As for this, Tang San was entirely unaware.
But seeing his teacher quietly grieving, Tang San could not help stepping forward to comfort him.
"Don't be sad, Teacher. At least my Martial Soul hasn't regressed!"
Yu Xiaogang let out a long sigh, assuming only that Tang San was strong-willed. He patted his shoulder and gave a bitter smile.
Within the Heavenly Screen.
In the Journey to the West World, the sun was just rising.
Golden rays fell upon the splendid peaks of Mount Lingtai Fangcun.
Inside the medicinal cauldron, Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes.
Golden light flowed around her, faintly revealing a trace of Innate Dao Resonance.
Bai Yi, who had spent the night sitting cross-legged, noticed the slight change in Qian Renxue's Qi and knew that Reshaping the Dao Foundation was complete. He immediately gave a gentle wave of his sleeve.
Whoosh!
A gentle breeze rose from the cauldron. Qian Renxue felt her body grow light, and she floated out of the great cauldron, landing steadily in the courtyard.
As soon as she emerged, Qian Renxue instinctively looked herself over, examining herself from every angle for a long time, but found no change from having her foundation reshaped.
Her Soul Power, on the other hand, was completely gone.
Her Martial Soul had long since become a pair of physical wings.
So what was the use of Reshaping the Dao Foundation?