Strong Winds Reveal Tough Grass (Recommendation Tickets, Bonus Chapter!)

Rumble!

A torrential downpour swept across Eastsea City. Violent thunder rumbled through the sky, while endless black clouds seemed like an army of thousands, ready to crush the vast heavens.

"Old Tang! If I drink this, can I really become stronger?"

Tang Wulin looked uncertainly at the mixed potion in the cup before him, which had finally calmed down.

The purple liquid in the cup was still bubbling away, reminding him of the poisonous brew made by the wicked witch in a story Brother Xuan had told him as a child.

"As long as you can endure it, there naturally won't be a problem. Extreme pain will likewise bring you a tremendous increase in strength. At the very least, you won't fall behind those your age."

A gentle male voice sounded in Tang Wulin's mind.

"Then can I become stronger than Brother Xuan?"

A trace of anticipation appeared in Tang Wulin's eyes.

Old Tang: ...

"You probably won't be weaker than him."

Old Tang estimated the strength of the first seal before answering.

Tang Wulin blinked his large eyes, and the confidence he had just built up began to waver again.

Why did this seem so unreliable?!

"I hope this works!"

Thinking of his departed parents, Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and finally swallowed the purple potion in one gulp. He did not possess Lin Xuan's extraordinary talent, so he could only take a gamble.

The instant the potion entered his stomach, a scorching heat surged through his body, followed by an icy chill. Heat and cold alternated, and immense pain swallowed Tang Wulin whole.

What Tang Wulin did not notice was that a golden trident mark lit up on his forehead. Then, an illusory male figure appeared in the room.

"Hold on, Wulin. Dad will return as soon as possible."

Tang San looked at Tang Wulin, who was trapped in extreme agony. His gaze was gentle, yet several traces of resolve lay beneath his solemn expression.

Boom!

A bolt of thunder streaked across the sky.

"Is that guy an anomaly? Or did something happen on Father's side?"

Tang San walked to the windowsill and silently gazed in the direction of Eastsea Academy, where a silver sword radiance shot into the sky.

Ever since awakening within Tang Wulin's body, he had more or less observed the people around Tang Wulin.

Only this Lin Xuan had fallen outside his plans. Originally, the protagonist of this era should have been the Silver Dragon King.

In this era of dwindling soul beasts, the ecology of Douluo Star was nearly on the verge of collapse.

Naturally, fortune was returning to the soul beast race. This was also one of the reasons the Silver Dragon King had awakened in this era.

Under his arrangements, his father Tang Hao and mother Ah Yin had essentially merged into Douluo Star's Plane Origin.

He had even forcibly pressed the fate of a Child of Destiny onto a human from two hundred years ago, delaying things by two whole centuries just to cooperate with his grand plan spanning ten thousand years.

According to his arrangements, Tang Wulin, who possessed the Golden Dragon King bloodline, should have taken half the fortune from the Silver Dragon King before suppressing the soul beasts once again.

Soul beasts could not become gods. That was a promise made by their ancestor, the Dragon God. In a sense, he, Tang, was simply acting according to the Dragon God's will.

As for Tang Wulin being able to use this opportunity to become a True God, that was simply destiny! Tang San was the one who respected destiny most.

Yet there was already a problem with the very first step.

Whenever he tried to deduce anything about Lin Xuan, he was always obstructed by a layer of mist. It was remarkably similar to the legendary anomalies.

But it did not matter. He was merely a minor anomaly!

Tang San smiled confidently, as though everything were under his control.

Heavenly timing, geographical advantage, and popular support were all in the Tang Family's hands. With such an overwhelming advantage, how could they possibly lose?!

Eastsea Academy, Back Mountain.

Beneath a large banyan tree, Lin Xuan watched the howling typhoon and pouring rain outside and could not help muttering to himself.

"Who broke some heavenly law to bring down something this terrifying?"

Boom!!!

Lightning exploded in the sky, and white radiance illuminated the entire black firmament.

"I'm under a tree. I'm not going to get struck by lightning, am I?"

Lin Xuan shuddered.

As everyone knew, one should not shelter beneath a tree during a storm. If the rain had not come so suddenly, he would not have hidden here.

Smack! Smack, smack!

Raindrops pelted the leaves in a rapid series of slaps. The raging typhoon was like a demon in the rain, wantonly ravaging the world beneath the curtain of rain.

On the grassland not far away, countless blades of grass were bent to the ground by the savage demon of wind, yet they never snapped. Once the gale passed, they immediately sprang back up and stood tall amid the torrential rain.

"Strong winds reveal tough grass; fierce flames refine true gold!"

Lin Xuan murmured softly.

He could not help thinking of a proverb from his previous life. Though grass was not as tall and straight as a great tree, it possessed a resilience all its own.

Torrential rain could not bring down its leaves, and fierce winds could not break its waist!

Lin Xuan stared at the endlessly rolling waves of grass, and a sudden brightness flashed through his eyes.

How could this ordinary grass use such a meager body to cut down the stars? Did it rely on that sharp edge alone?

No! More important was that will to live in the face of death. Even should all living things perish and the Great Dao fall, I would still wield my sword and bring down the stars—the supreme spirit to do so.

Lin Xuan leaped down from the tree and stepped into the rain with his sword in hand. He let the raindrops strike his body as he earnestly swung the longsword in his hand.

He finally understood what his Azure Leaf Grass Sword Skill lacked. It lacked a will, a soul that could fuse its many scattered sword techniques together.

Lin Xuan swung his sword slowly, but whenever the driving wind and rain came within three meters of him, they were blocked by an invisible Sword Momentum.

Amid the torrential rain, Lin Xuan swung his sword again and again, perfecting the Azure Leaf Grass Sword Skill.

Who knew how much time passed before the longsword in Lin Xuan's hand moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, slashing out nine White Sword Qi in an instant.

The nine White Sword Qi circled around Lin Xuan like nine loyal soldiers guarding his side.

"Go!"

Lin Xuan looked at a boulder rolling down in the distance. With a point of his sword, the nine sword qis shot forward like streaks of lightning.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

The nine sword qis struck the boulder one after another, each impact letting out a thunderous roar.

Each sword qi left a crack several inches deep in the massive three- to four-meter boulder. When the ninth sword qi fell, a sharp crack rang out, and the boulder split in two before collapsing to either side.

After shattering the boulder, the dispersed sword qi gathered once more and flew back toward Lin Xuan. The nine White Sword Qi formed a white divine ring that hovered silently behind him.

Azure Leaf Grass Sword Skill!

With a low shout from Lin Xuan, the nine sword qis behind him fused together. Nine returned to one, becoming a beam of white light that entered the longsword in his hand.

Surging sword qi flowed across the blade. Lin Xuan swung his sword toward the heavens, and a silver sword radiance shot straight into the sky, annihilating all wind and rain in its path. The lingering sword qi remained suspended in the air for a long time.

The raindrops around Lin Xuan suddenly stopped, while the distant storm still raged on. Yet only a few steps apart, it was as though they had entered another world.

That slash had actually carved out a vacuum within the dense curtain of rain.

A few minutes later, the lingering sword qi in midair slowly dissipated, and only then did the densely packed raindrops begin pouring down once more.

A new line quietly appeared on Lin Xuan's System Panel.

Azure Leaf Grass Sword Skill, Level 2: (50/800)

The Azure Leaf Grass Sword Skill had been created by him in the first place. Coupled with his sudden enlightenment just now, it had directly pushed him to the second level.

"It worked!"

Lin Xuan threw back his head and laughed, allowing the rain to fall over him.

Although this roughly created Azure Leaf Grass Sword Skill of his was not even comparable to a single hair of the original version, for now.

He believed that through constant refinement, the Azure Leaf Grass Sword Skill would one day resound across this continent.

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