Grandfather Scolds Grandson

Far away in Nuoding City.

"Teacher, are you taking me to obtain a Soul Ring today?"

Tang San followed behind Yu Xiaogang and climbed into the carriage.

"That's right. According to my theory, your Blue Silver Grass Spirit is better suited to absorbing snake-type spirits. It can grant a certain degree of poison and paralyze enemies."

Yu Xiaogang, who had fled to Nuoding City, spoke with complete composure.

His heart was filled with ambitions for the future. Just wait, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, and all those who mocked me. I, Yu Xiaogang, am not useless.

"Alright, Teacher."

Tang San responded inwardly with disdain, but there was nothing he could do. If Yu Xiaogang had to fight any other spirit beast, he would definitely be useless.

His farts could handle three cats and two dogs, sure, but against other spirit beasts, Tang San would still have to hold the line.

Whatever. Blue Silver Grass was still useful to them in the early stages. Once he became a god, with divine skills such as Unfixed Storm, he would not even bother using these spirit skills.

The two soon arrived at Soul Hunting Forest. Yu Xiaogang first had Luo Sanpao let out several foul farts, then continued educating Tang San.

Before long, a Mandala Snake appeared. Tang San curled his lips, shielded Yu Xiaogang behind him, and shouted, "Teacher, be careful!"

Yu Xiaogang merely smiled calmly, pushed Tang San aside, and said evenly, "Xiao San, there is no need to worry. Watch your teacher."

With a calm expression, Yu Xiaogang took out two items that made Tang San cry out inwardly in disbelief from his Soul Tool. They were none other than Tang Sect hidden weapons—the Zhuge Crossbows.

Yu Xiaogang lightly pulled the triggers. Dozens of bolts instantly turned the Mandala Snake into a sieve, leaving it barely alive.

"Xiao San, don't just stand there. Quickly kill the Mandala Snake and absorb its Soul Ring."

Yu Xiaogang put away the Zhuge Crossbows, completely failing to notice the killing intent in Tang San's eyes.

Damn it, how does this asshole have Tang Sect hidden weapons? Could he have reincarnated too and secretly learned my Tang Sect hidden weapons?

That damned Yu Xiaogang dared to secretly learn Tang Sect hidden weapons. He has already earned death.

Tang San's face twisted slightly as a trace of killing intent filled his eyes. Still, he forcibly suppressed his fury and asked Yu Xiaogang, "Teacher, where did you get those weapons?"

"These Zhuge Crossbows? Spirit Hall sells them. One costs only five hundred Gold Soul Coins, and their attack power rivals that of a Battle Spirit Master above level twenty."

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San's strange expression and assumed that it was merely his first time hunting a spirit beast, and that he had yet to adapt.

Spirit Hall!

Tang San froze for a moment. Could Bibi Dong have reincarnated? Or Qian Renxue? No, when they died, neither of them knew how Tang Sect hidden weapons were made.

Damn it, who betrayed my Tang Sect hidden weapons? The more Tang San thought about it, the worse his expression became. He clearly remembered killing every last member of Spirit Hall. How could there have been survivors?

"Xiao San, stop spacing out. Quickly kill the Mandala Snake and absorb its Soul Ring."

Faced with Yu Xiaogang's urging, Tang San felt a trace of disgust. Why is a useless fool rushing me?

The changes in this world had left Tang San somewhat muddled. The feeling of having everything under control had suddenly been shattered, making him feel like a clown.

But he could only suppress his temper for now. After all, he was the future God King. He could not lose his mind over such a trivial matter.

After ending the Mandala Snake's life, Tang San began absorbing its Soul Ring. The process went quite smoothly.

"I succeeded."

Seeing the hundred-year Soul Ring circling Tang San, Yu Xiaogang's face lit up with delight. His theory truly had been correct.

Back in Dormitory Seven, Tang San put on quite a show before Wang Sheng and the others. Although Wang Sheng had also obtained a one-hundred-and-fifty-year Soul Ring, he was still shocked upon hearing that Tang San's Soul Ring was four hundred years old.

But when he thought of Brother Chuan's thousand-year Soul Ring, it no longer seemed so shocking.

"Brother Chuan is back."

When Wang Sheng saw Qian Renchuan return with Xiao Wu, he hurried over to greet them, leaving Tang San standing off to the side.

"Mm, I just accompanied Xiao Wu to buy a quilt."

Qian Renchuan placed Xiao Wu's favorite pink quilt on the bed beside his. Xiao Wu then came over and pushed the two beds together.

"These beds are too small. Let's push them together, okay?"

Xiao Wu looked at Qian Renchuan pleadingly, following close beside him and staring at him pitifully.

"Sure."

He also found the bed a little too small. Joining them together would be perfect, and it would let him get closer to Xiao Wu and deepen their relationship.

"No!"

The ignored Tang San gritted his teeth, turned toward Qian Renchuan, and said word by word, "Yinchuan, I challenge you. The winner will become Dormitory Seven's new head."

That damned Yinchuan kept stealing his spotlight at every turn. He had even taken away Xiao Wu, the hundred-thousand-year spirit beast Tang San regarded as his personal possession. It was utterly unforgivable.

"Fine. Since Xiao Sanzi has that kind of courage, let's do it here."

Qian Renchuan was completely confident. Angel's Eye allowed him to perceive every movement within fifteen meters.

"I'll let you witness the power of the Tang Sect Secret Arts."

Purple light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and both his hands turned the color of white jade.

He had not originally intended to compete for the position of head of Dormitory Seven, but this Yinchuan had stolen his spotlight again and again, making him, a God King, furious.

More importantly, he needed to use his strength to win back Xiao Wu's attention.

"Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon."

Seeing that Qian Renchuan did not move an inch, Tang San's anger surged. He immediately charged forward.

Looking at the approaching fist, Qian Renchuan smiled faintly. It was merely the already outdated Tang Sect Secret Arts. Though he did not know how this person knew Tang Sect Secret Arts, he did not care. It was just an obsolete old technique.

"Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, Universe Reversal."

Qian Renchuan flashed aside, leaving behind an afterimage in his original spot, impossible to distinguish from the real body.

When Tang San saw Qian Renchuan's afterimage still standing where it was, he could not help sneering. He is only a somewhat talented genius. He dares look down on me? I'll cripple his spirit and teach him a lesson.

Consider it Tang God King's way of making you remember. Don't touch people you shouldn't touch.

His punch suddenly struck empty air. Before Tang San could react, he could not stop his momentum and was about to stumble forward.

Then he saw Qian Renchuan seize his off-balance arm.

With a light lift from Qian Renchuan, the force in Tang San's arm abruptly dissipated. Tang San felt a surge of joy, but when he saw Qian Renchuan's next move, terror instantly gripped him.

Bang!

As twice the force was applied to Tang San, he was smashed straight into the ground, his face colliding hard with the floor.

"Damn it, you dare humiliate me like this!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like a bull. Since becoming a God King, he had not been this miserable in a long time. Damned Yinchuan, you have already earned death.

"Sometimes, people need to recognize the gap between themselves and others. Xiao Sanzi, you are too arrogant. There are always greater people beyond people, and greater heavens beyond heaven."

Imitating his father's tone, Qian Renchuan clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at a forty-five-degree angle. Tang San, his face smeared with blood, lay at his feet. A purple thousand-year first Soul Ring appeared beneath Qian Renchuan as he spoke with a sigh.

"Pfft, Brother Chuan, when did you learn to act like that? You look like you're scolding your own grandson."

Seeing Qian Renchuan's old-fashioned manner, then looking at Tang San beneath his feet, Xiao Wu burst into laughter.

He really did look like a grandfather scolding his grandson.

Hearing Xiao Wu's laughter, Tang San's face turned red. Staring at Qian Renchuan's Soul Ring in disbelief, his blood surged upward. Unable to swallow his rage, he directly fainted from anger.

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