Twelve hours later, morning had arrived. After fusing all night, Tang San finally emerged from his cocoon and made his appearance before everyone.
"Just like Xia Tianling said, Tang San came out completely naked." Ning Rongrong was peeking from far away.
Oscar, standing beside her, felt a little jealous. "Rongrong, stop looking at Tang San. Look at me instead."
"Get lost. Come talk to me when your cooking catches up to Xia Tianling's."
"Stop scolding me, stop scolding me. I'm practicing."
While Ning Rongrong and Oscar flirted and bickered here, Tang San finally shook off his dazed state. The moment he saw Xiao Wu, he burst into tears of joy, and the two of them got all lovey-dovey.
"It reeks of couples."
Ma Hongjun angrily chewed on a sausage, and Xia Tianling nodded in deep agreement.
Watching the behavior of these two couples, the usually aloof Zhu Zhuqing stood in the corner, lost in thought.
After Xia Tianling forcibly "broke up the lovebirds," guided Tang San in retracting the Eight Spider Lances behind him, and explained what had happened, quite some time passed again.
"So absorbing a soul ring beyond one's level can have benefits like this. No wonder you all absorb soul rings beyond your level, Brother Ling." Tang San suddenly understood. "People really can't be judged by the same standard of physical constitution!"
Having personally experienced it this time, he felt even more strongly that the soul ring ratios Grand Master had calculated down to individual years were extremely unreliable.
Xia Tianling patted Tang San on the shoulder. "The strength of the soul ring you can absorb depends entirely on your physical condition. Train your body more, and strive to absorb a ten-thousand-year ring for your fourth ring, just like us."
In the original timeline, Tang San's astonishing