Immortal Herbs: Tang San Was This Weak?

Sun Moon Royal Academy was bathed in sunlight streaming through the windows into a spacious, bright room. Jin Tianming was fully focused on carving a core formation. The carving knife in his hand moved like a nimble sprite, leaving behind fine, mysterious marks on the material.

Just then, Jin Tianming suddenly sensed something unusual, as though an invisible force were tugging at his attention.

He stopped what he was doing, frowned slightly, and stared thoughtfully at the unfinished core formation before him.

A moment later, Jin Tianming slowly closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the unfathomable Sea of Consciousness. Once his consciousness fully merged with it, he was astonished to discover that the Sea of Consciousness, once as still as a mirror, was now churning with massive waves!

A Dragon Soul shining with silver light had abruptly appeared at the center of the Sea of Consciousness. It bared its fangs and claws, radiating a terrifyingly powerful aura. Even more shocking, the silver Dragon Soul seemed to be frantically absorbing the endless stream of ice and fire energy around it. Like surging tides, that energy rushed toward the Dragon Soul at an astonishing speed.

As more ice and fire energy poured in, the silver glow around the Dragon Soul became increasingly dazzling, and its body gradually began to expand. At the same time, the entire Sea of Consciousness was stirred by the powerful energy fluctuations, raising wave after wave of raging turmoil.

"This luck!"

Seeing so much luck surge from the main body's Sea of Consciousness, Jin Tianming exclaimed, "There's really a lot!"

As soon as he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and began absorbing the luck, determined to ensure that the luck within the main body did not overflow excessively.

Beside the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well, the Dragon Soul stood there idly playing with Tang San's divine soul, which had turned into a blue crystal sphere. His gaze remained fixed on the little fellow at the bottom of the spring. Seeing that the luck within the little fellow was extremely stable and showed no signs of overflowing, he was somewhat surprised.

He looked at Moyan beside him. "You two work together quite well."

The little fellow's luck was in an exceedingly delicate state. It could resist the living-dead cells while also promoting the little fellow's growth to a certain extent.

"Now that it's just the two of us, won't you tell me why you chose him?" Moyan still unwillingly looked at the Dragon Soul, who was identical to the main body.

The Dragon Soul stared deeply at Moyan's flawless, delicate face and replied with a smile, "Sometimes, curiosity kills the cat~"

"But it's no big deal. I told you, it was merely a move I made out of boredom. I wanted to see whether the person I invested in could gain the power to turn the entire world."

"If this little fellow didn't have me, he would already be dead." The Dragon Soul met Moyan's now utterly un-lazy gaze. "You inherited not only his lazy nature, but also those memories. You should understand better than I do."

After hearing the Dragon Soul's words, Moyan seemed to grasp the meaning behind them. "I understand."

She had indeed been overly suspicious.

If he wanted to scheme against the main body, why would he waste so much time? She, Moyan, had simply been overthinking things.

Seeing that Moyan seemed to understand, the Dragon Soul continued, "To be honest, the little fellow is more cautious than anyone. When he entered the Star Dou Great Forest, he had already prepared himself for a near-certain death. I had intended to step in then, but in the end, I never expected him to win."

"This time, when he seized the opportunity and luck, he had also made a flawless plan. I truly underestimated him."

"How so?" Moyan was immediately intrigued.

The Dragon Soul seemed to sink into a sea of memories. Only after a long while did he come back to himself and sigh. "If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't have had the courage to entrust their luck to Dragon Slave. Yet he dared to do it. What incredible boldness! Those selfish people would rather clutch their luck tightly to their chests. Even if they were completely exposed, luck would still protect its chosen bearer like a loyal guard."

That was the truth. Luck was inherently unpredictable. Once someone obtained luck, they also gained its protection. So long as they encountered nothing that exceeded their luck, it would protect them.

He glanced at the little fellow beneath the lake water at his feet and smiled. "He truly sees all of you as his real family."

"Is that so?" Moyan's expression remained calm, but only she herself knew what she was thinking.

"Enough chatting." The Dragon Soul turned to look at the immortal herbs, which seemed like weeds in his eyes. "I've already decided how to deal with these little things."

Moyan curiously turned back as well. She wanted to see what the Dragon Soul planned to do.

The Dragon Soul crushed the blue crystal sphere in his hand, releasing Tang San's divine soul.

The instant Tang San's divine soul was released, he furiously roared at the golden-eyed youth before him, "Boy, do you know who I am?"

"I am the Sea God, Asura God Tang San! Aren't you afraid of heavenly punishment?"

"Finished?" The Dragon Soul sneered at Tang San's threat. "Then you can die."

As soon as he spoke, a pressure Tang San had never felt before erupted from the youth. The words Sea God Tang San had wanted to say caught in his throat. He wanted to speak, yet terror left him unable to make a sound.

Why was there someone in this world even stronger than him?!

Even the God of Destruction was only slightly stronger than him, and that was only because the God of Destruction was an old-established God King. But the golden-eyed youth before him was clearly different.

Why?

Yet no one gave him an answer. Seeing the terror in Tang San's divine soul, the Dragon Soul mocked, "You possess immortality, yet you're like a frog at the bottom of a well that never leaves its own territory. Truly... short-sighted."

"Ahhh!"

Tang San's screams echoed throughout the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well. The hope that had just appeared in the immortal herbs' eyes instantly vanished into smoke. Their Lord Tang San was only this strong?

He was this weak? It was over. They were beyond saving!

At the bottom of the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well, Tian Mucheng and Xiao Xue held each other tightly as the mutually opposed elements of ice and fire continuously scoured their bodies, Martial Souls, and minds.

Tian Mucheng could feel his Dragon Soul continuously devouring the ice and fire energy, while luck kept gathering around him. Fortunately, he had told Jin Tianming in advance.

Otherwise, when Douluo Star returned to the God Realm's sight again, it would be extremely troublesome if those people discovered him.

He opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Xue, who was clutching him tightly. He had to admit, the Dragon Soul's loyalty and devotion were truly terrifying. Xiao Xue's Martial Soul was changing.

Xiao Xue's original Martial Soul was evolving into an Ice Dragon Martial Soul. It was truly impressive!

I'll give her a hand myself! Tian Mucheng decided. A Dragon Soul appeared in his hand, carrying half of the luck as it entered Xiao Xue's body.

Xiao Xue, don't disappoint me.