Tang San Reached Level Twenty in Two and a Half Years, and Yu Xiaogang Couldn't Suppress His Upturned Lips

Tang Hao had already returned to his original attire.

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was the first person to discover the crime scene.

He took a look.

Yu Xiaogang really wasn't bad. He could be Tang San's wife.

"I'm leaving. He's my only concern, so I hope to entrust Little San to you."

Yu Xiaogang glared fiercely at Tang Hao, though it was unclear what exactly he was angry about.

"You're leaving? Where are you going? You're his father."

Tang Hao returned to his cold expression.

"You're his teacher too."

"And his wife..."

"I have to leave. There are many things I must do."

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth.

This bastard who refuses to take responsibility after pulling up his pants.

But he didn't dare say it aloud and could only think it to himself.

Tang Hao seemed to have heard those words.

He glanced at Yu Xiaogang.

With a wave of his hand, a pitch-black token landed on the table before Yu Xiaogang with a clang.

The Pope Order.

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed instantly.

Perhaps Tang Hao wasn't entirely that kind of person.

Tang Hao had heard quite a few of Yu Xiaogang's theories before and had used many of them. In a sense, Yu Xiaogang could be considered his teacher.

When Ye Fan saw the word "teacher," he immediately pulled the same trick again.

He changed "teacher" into "wife."

In an instant,

Tang Hao's gaze toward Yu Xiaogang softened.

The moment Yu Xiaogang felt that gaze, goosebumps rose all over his body.

The agony from earlier was still fresh in his mind.

Is he going to do it again?

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly tried to stop him.

"Haotian Mianxia, I'm Tang San's wife."

"You said so yourself."

Tang Hao looked at Yu Xiaogang. His features were refined and delicate.

He seemed no worse than Ah Yin.

The moment he thought of him as Tang San's wife,

Tang Hao felt as though something extremely important to him had been stolen away.

The instant that thought arose, his mind went blank.

In his heart, he frantically slapped himself across the face.

He truly had a death wish.

He had actually entertained the idea of stealing his own son's wife.

Tang Hao turned and opened the door.

Bang! The door shut, and Tang Hao's tall figure had already vanished.

Looking at the door, Master lay sprawled over the table for a long while without moving.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move. It was simply that moving even a little hurt.

After a long time, he slowly lowered his head.

His gaze fell on the Pope Order, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"I never expected my idol to have become like this."

Looking at the plot description,

Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh. Reading it felt like lying sideways in bed late at night in his previous life while reading a novel.

Though he couldn't see certain scenes, they were incredibly clear in his mind.

The days passed one by one.

Finally, when the holiday was halfway over,

Ye Fan's Soul Power successfully broke through to level twenty.

He chose to head alone to the Soul Hunting Forest to obtain his second Soul Ring.

Although he was only a one-ring Soul Master, his combat strength was not to be underestimated.

Even if he encountered that Mandala Snake from last time, a few peas would be enough to deal with it.

This was a Soul Ring close to three thousand years old. An ordinary Soul Master's Third Soul Ring was only around fifteen hundred years old.

And he was only in the outer region of the Soul Hunting Forest.

When Ye Fan left that morning, he didn't tell Xiao Wu.

Otherwise, she would definitely have followed him, making it inconvenient for him to make modifications.

After discovering a ten-year Mottled Cat,

Ye Fan immediately chose to kill it and began absorbing it.

Ye Fan absorbed the Soul Ring of a ten-year Mottled Cat...

"What's the highest age Soul Ring I can modify right now?"

Rather than testing things step by step, Ye Fan directly chose to ask the system.

...No more than nine thousand.

"First, change ten into eight."

"Add a thousand between eight and years."

"Change cat into dragon."

"Finally, add an immortal between mottled and dragon."

Ye Fan absorbed the Soul Ring of an eight-thousand-year Mottled Immortal Dragon...

Chinese characters were profound and extensive. With Ye Fan's ability, this was about as far as he could go.

Surging power continuously poured into Ye Fan's body.

In the end, it formed two overlapping purple Soul Rings, which turned yellow in an instant.

At the same time,

the two illustrated guides gained new plants and zombies.

The plants now included Double Pea Shooter, Puff-shroom, Chomper, Tangle Kelp, Plantern, and Kernel-pult.

The zombies now included Flag Zombie, Pole Vaulting Zombie, Snorkel Zombie, and Dolphin Rider Zombie.

Although he had obtained two Soul Rings, Ye Fan could clearly sense that he still had only one soul skill.

It was simply that this soul skill had no cooldown. Just like Nine Heart Begonia, no matter how many Soul Rings it possessed, it only had one soul skill: healing.

The round trip took Ye Fan less than four days.

The journey there took two and a half days.

Finding the Soul Ring took half a day.

On the way back, he rode directly on the back of a Dolphin Rider Zombie.

Its speed was extremely fast.

When the holiday ended another year later, Xiao Wu reached level twenty.

Another half year later,

Tang San finally reached level twenty, taking two and a half years.

"Finally, level twenty."

Tang San let out a long breath of stale air and felt a wave of relief.

He quickly found Yu Xiaogang and reported the good news.

The moment Yu Xiaogang learned the news, he shot to his feet.

"Good!"

"Good, Little San."

"I've already decided on the type of your second Soul Ring. Once you obtain it, your strength will definitely undergo an earth-shaking transformation."

Tang San nodded heavily. "Thank you, wife."

Yu Xiaogang immediately decided to take Tang San to hunt his second Soul Ring the next day.

However, he would not be going alone.

The pain of losing his manhood last time was still vivid in his mind. This time, he definitely needed to find a helper.

His choice was the principal of Notting College,

Sigma, a defense-type Soul Ancestor with forty-three levels of Soul Power.

The two had a very good relationship, having known each other for more than a decade.

After receiving Yu Xiaogang's invitation, he agreed without hesitation.

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang thought of something.

He had never forgotten his long-standing idea.

To take Ye Fan as his disciple.

Now was the perfect opportunity.

He could use the contrast between Tang San and Ye Fan's current situations to let Ye Fan see just how formidable he was as a teacher.

Yu Xiaogang directly brought Tang San to the Seventh Dorm to find Ye Fan.

Two and a half years had passed, and there were far fewer people in the Seventh Dorm.

There were fewer and fewer Work-study Students.

At the moment, Ye Fan was cultivating on his bed, while Xiao Wu lay bored on hers, eating snacks.

"Ye Fan, two and a half years have passed."

"Have you considered taking me as your teacher?"

"Under my guidance, Tang San's Soul Power has already risen to level twenty."

"Tomorrow, I'll take him to hunt his second Soul Ring."

"You both possess Innate Full Soul Power, but because you were taught by different people, the gap between you is already extremely obvious."

Yu Xiaogang spoke in an exceedingly calm tone.

Yet the stiff corners of his mouth began to rise uncontrollably.

They were harder to keep down than an AK.