Yu Xiaogang Loses His Place in Tang San's Heart, Tang Hao Prepares to Strike at Lin Yan

Honestly, Lin Yan hadn't expected Yu Xiaogang to value his life so dearly. Presumably, that was how he had survived Qian Xunji's hands back then.

One moment, he had been defending his theory; the next, after seeing how decisively Lin Yan killed, he had immediately backed down.

It had to be said, Yu Xiaogang knew when to yield.

Without another word, Lin Yan walked up to Tang San and held out his right hand.

"Hand it over!"

"Or are you waiting for me to take it myself?"

Tang San's expression was stiff, his body numb. He looked at Lin Yan's insufferably arrogant expression, then turned his gaze to Yu Xiaogang.

"You unfilial disciple! Give it to him!"

"Do you want your teacher to die at his hands?"

At last, amid Yu Xiaogang's roars and curses, Tang San could no longer bear the pressure. With reluctance filling his eyes, he unfastened his storage belt.

"Here!"

He handed the belt to Lin Yan, but when Lin Yan reached to take it, Tang San couldn't stop his little hands from tugging it back.

Lin Yan looked back, his blood-red eyes suddenly narrowing.

Only then did Tang San release his grip in fright. But when he saw Lin Yan turn to leave, he forced down his fear and called out to him.

"Lin Yan, can a Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power really absorb a thousand-year Soul Ring as his first ring?"

Lin Yan ignored him. Only after leaping onto the Sky-Hunting Eagle's back did he finally turn around, the corners of his lips curling into a meaningful smile.

"What do you think?"

Lin Yan flew away!

The giant eagle spread its wings and soared, carrying Lin Yan and the Notting Academy dean toward the academy.

In the night sky, their figures soon became difficult to make out with the naked eye.

Yet Tang San remained rooted to the spot in a daze.

"What do you think!"

Lin Yan's final, meaningful smile was etched deeply into Tang San's heart.

The matter of the thousand-year first ring also became a shadow over his life, one he could never shake off.

A breeze swept past, rustling the leaves.

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang again. The worship that had once filled his eyes was gone, and... a few traces of disdain had appeared in its place.

Is he really a Grandmaster?

Is he really right?

Does my Blue Silver Grass really need to absorb a beast-type Soul Ring?

Tang San was left in disarray in the wind, unable to put it behind him for a long time.

In the shadows.

Tang Hao had taken in everything that had happened, from Tang San trying to abandon Yu Xiaogang and then changing his mind, to Lin Yan landing and slaughtering the wolves, and finally to Lin Yan nearly killing Yu Xiaogang and snatching his son's storage belt.

He had seen every bit of it clearly.

A thousand-year first ring!

That really was a thousand-year first ring!

Tang Hao was so excited that he nearly exposed himself.

There was no other reason: the news of a thousand-year first ring was simply too shocking.

Everyone knew that the older a Soul Ring was, the better, but why did no one dare do this? Wasn't it because everyone who had tried had died?

A four-hundred-year first ring, a seventeen-hundred-year third ring, a ten-thousand-year fifth ring...

Those figures were red lines built from countless lives by their predecessors.

Anyone who tried to cross those lines would, at best, have their meridians completely destroyed and, at worst, explode and die.

But now, Lin Yan had become the first exception in centuries!

What secret method did this boy use?

Tang Hao silently calculated.

If I could obtain this secret method and give it to the Clear Sky Sect, would my elder brother forgive me? Would the elders agree to let me return to the sect?

Once that thought took root, Tang Hao could no longer restrain his longing for the sect.

After all, this fellow had always been a slave to his sect. In the original story, he had even preferred to sever an arm and a leg rather than not return the Soul Bones.

Now that he had encountered a secret method that could strengthen the sect, he would naturally do everything he could to get his hands on it.

Father!

Is your spirit in heaven watching over me?

Tang Hao turned his gaze away from Tang San and looked up at the pitch-black night sky.

It must be you, Father.

You gave me Little San, such a gifted child! You let me discover a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that had just taken human form! You let me encounter a secret method for breaking through the limits of Soul Rings!

Father...

I was an unfilial son and angered you to death, but now I can finally atone for the sins I committed in the past.

Tang Hao had made up his mind!

Once he obtained the method for breaking through the limits of Soul Rings, he would take Tang San and Xiao Wu, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, back to the Clear Sky Sect and return to the fold.

Time passed quickly.

From evening to late at night, Lin Yan had already returned to the single dormitory room the academy had assigned him.

The Sky-Hunting Eagle had been settled on the mountain behind the academy. After all, it was too large and was also a Soul Beast, so it needed to stay out of ordinary people's sight, at least.

In the soft bed, Lin Yan rested his head on his hands and looked out the window, silently tallying up the day's gains.

I've got my thousand-year first ring, I'm especially satisfied with both Soul Skills, and I even snatched Little Scumbag's storage belt at the end.

Absolutely wonderful~

Now, going all out, my combat strength for a short time can definitely rival that of a level 39 Soul Elder.

But unfortunately...

The total amount of Soul Power I have at level 13 can't sustain me in a prolonged fight.

At that thought, the smile on Lin Yan's face faltered for an instant.

He had indeed performed perfectly in that evening's battle against the wolves, but no one knew...

In just two or three minutes, he had used up seventy percent of his Soul Power.

Blaze Release, Lightning Release, and the Sharingan all consumed Soul Power. Even maintaining the black flames and arcs of lightning on his twin swords required Soul Power.

I'm out of mana! I'm seriously short on mana!

What can I do to increase my total Soul Power?!

A hint of worry appeared on Lin Yan's handsome young face.

It was true that he was strong! Forget being unbeatable at the same realm; he was unbeatable even against those a whole realm above him.

But it was also true that he was short on mana. If he wanted to display his full strength, he could maintain it for three to five minutes at most.

I've got it, the Milk Bottle!

I remember that among the Soul Tools in the Douluo II era, there was something called the [Milk Bottle]. Soul Power could be stored in it normally, then used as a reserve to replenish Soul Power during battle!

With the problem of insufficient Soul Power provisionally solved, a smile bloomed on Lin Yan's face again.

Phew~

Good thing I've mastered the method of making Soul Tools.

Tomorrow, I'll go buy rare metals!

Having made up his mind, Lin Yan felt much more relaxed. He immediately planned to get a good night's sleep and prepare for his new life tomorrow.

But then...

A sudden movement in a dark part of the room startled him awake.

The pattern of his Sharingan spun once, and Lin Yan sprang from the bed.

"Who's there?!"

The air was still.

In the silent night, there seemed to be no sound apart from Lin Yan's wildly beating heart.

But Lin Yan remained convinced that his instincts hadn't failed him!

Sure enough, after about half a minute, a figure emerged from a deeply concealed dark corner.

"You actually noticed me?"

"What an interesting little fellow!"

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