Tang San: *Pointed at by a Thousand Men*

A mouthful of fetid, corrosive venom fell from the sky, like tears shed upon learning that someone intended to attack it.

"Quick, get out of here!" the dean shouted in horror. "This is no longer an attack a hundred-year soul beast could possess. It has definitely reached the thousand-year level!"

Tang San snapped out of his brief daze, but the corrosive liquid had already reached him—not only the drops that had landed on the web between his thumb and forefinger earlier, but also some that had just splashed out from that eyeball.

"Hiss—"

Tang San let out a pained cry.

The dean, already in his fifties, grabbed Tang San and tried to forcefully carry him away with his forty-second-rank Soul Power.

But he had needed to go to great lengths just to deal with a six-hundred-year Ghost Vine. What could he possibly do now against a thousand-year soul beast?

Enduring the searing pain in his hand, Tang San took some food from his Soul Tool. They had bought it in advance to eat along the way.

But Luo Sanpao had not come with them this time, so the food consisted only of relatively small items.

Tang San flung out the food along with the tiny Hidden Weapons he had prepared in his hand.

A roasted sweet potato that had been prepared beforehand was soaked by the venom and completely corroded away in an instant.

Damn it, if only I had some defensive-type Soul Tool on me right now. Tang San cursed inwardly.

Why didn't that brat Dai Yuhao reincarnate alongside me?

But all he could do now was let out such useless cries in his heart.

He was indeed the reincarnation of a Supreme God King, but...

But... he still needed the corresponding cultivation to support his ambitions!

This was his first attempt at changing the script, adding the tiniest, tiniest, tiniest, tiniest, tiniest bit of variation—

And he was punished for it!

Could it be that he was not even allowed to make the slightest alteration to the script?

Unfortunately, he had no time left to review and ponder it. He had to run!

After the dean dragged him out of the viscous fluid, Tang San immediately made a decisive move, channeling nearly all of the Mysterious Heaven Skill he was most proud of into his hands. He activated Mysterious Jade Hand and expelled all the poison from his hands.

It had been far too long since he had used some of his most basic abilities, so instinctively, he had treated Mysterious Jade Hand as the passive skill it had once been.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and counterattacked after that instant of distraction.

The Soul Power generated by the Mysterious Heaven Skill, combined with the footwork of Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track after escaping the mire, made his movements swift.

"Truly worthy of a disciple taught by Grandmaster. Such skill is really rare—and that method of throwing food is simply uniquely gifted!" the dean said as he led Tang San in dodging branches and venom raining down from above.

The moment Tang San heard those words, his heart jolted!

He realized that, in this era, the Mysterious Heaven Skill had not yet been popularized as it would be tens of thousands of years later!

Back then, he had still been trapped in a black hole, fighting wits and courage against other God Kings, only to be sent away by the Tang Sect when he let his guard down! The thought of it still made him furious!

So now, he began considering whether to vent that anger on the dean before him.

This guy was not Grandmaster anyway. Why the hell should Tang San care whether he lived or died?

When Grandmaster had seen his Hidden Weapon techniques back then, Tang San had seriously considered silencing him.

And now, Tang San understood that if he wanted to gain connections and resources in the early stages without changing the script, this Grandmaster, who had nothing but a title, was indispensable.

After a brief moment of thought, Tang San made up his mind.

At worst, it would be like what had happened when he absorbed the Man Faced Demon Spider back then.

He was still greedy. Even after facing danger brought about by changing the script, he still intended to use this dean, whom he had already branded with the "way to death," as a sacrifice for his thousand-year Second Soul Ring.

"Dean, I can't hold on much longer..."

Tang San used the Mysterious Heaven Skill to discreetly jolt his internal organs. Though his cultivation was gone, the techniques accumulated over tens of thousands of years remained.

Then, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"You're hurt!" Seeing Tang San injured, the dean hurriedly said anxiously, "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here right away!"

"Grandmaster is an old friend of mine. I cannot let anything happen to his only disciple! His martial soul theories are still waiting for you to carry them forward!"

The dean made up his mind, and his fourth soul ring began to shine.

The full name of his staff martial soul was Flame Staff, and it possessed a small degree of control over fire. That was precisely why he could restrain plant-type soul beasts to a certain extent.

And this hundred-year fourth soul skill was also his most powerful method at present.

"Piercing Flame Impact!"

The dean shouted, and a burst of fire appeared at the tip of his staff.

The flame shot toward a dark shadow not far away—the true body of the Demonic Eye Tree.

"That little flame should be able to barely hold it back," Radiant Feather Douluo said from the side, holding Shi Yueyi's small body in one hand.

In his other hand was an even smaller Soul Tool, flickering with faint light.

Shi Yueyi covered her nose, shook out her hair, looked down at the two people below, and said, "Fire is indeed the bane of plant-type creatures, but as you said, it can only hold it back for a little while."

"Did you notice anything?" Radiant Feather Douluo asked.

Shi Yueyi nodded. "That method Tang San used just now to throw things... let's put that aside for now. More importantly, his palms suddenly became crystal-clear. You saw that too, didn't you? That should indeed not be a soul skill, but some other kind of ability."

Radiant Feather Douluo frowned. "It doesn't seem like a soul bone skill either, unless he obtained the one-in-ten-thousand External Attached Palm Bone. But where would a child this young get an External Soul Bone? Could Tang Hao have given it to him?"

He still harbored doubts about the claim that Tang San was protected by a god.

But what happened next left him with no choice but to believe it.

Tang San wiped his hand across his Soul Tool and pulled out a spear, then began to wield it.

"Facing the branches of a plant, is this fellow trying to use a spear to shred apart the branches winding toward him?" Radiant Feather Douluo's frown deepened.

The spear technique Tang San used was unique. It was a move he had been secretly practicing all along: Pointed at by a Thousand Men!

Perhaps because he knew that his fifth soul skill, bestowed by the Blue Silver King, would form the Blue Silver Overlord Spear and even the Overlord Emperor Spear, he had decided to use spears early on to awaken his muscle memory.

The strength enhanced through his blacksmithing showed itself at that moment. The spear thrust out again and again, knocking aside the branches curling in from all around.

"Something's not right. This spear technique..." Radiant Feather Douluo's eyes narrowed. "It seems to have transcended ordinary spear techniques and condensed spear intent, much like sword intent."

He seemed to have only sensed a similar feeling once before. That was when a swordsman had come to challenge Qian Daoliu, only to be struck heavily after the Great Enshrined blocked nine consecutive attacks with Angel Soul Power.

At the time, he and the other enshrined had watched from afar, and all had recognized the gap between themselves and the Great Enshrined.

The spear intent Tang San displayed at this moment was weak, but it truly carried that kind of "flavor"!

Now, he had no choice but to reconsider Shi Yueyi's words.

Yet this was not the end. As Tang San continuously stabbed through the branches around him, he looked toward the dean, who was relentlessly launching fiery attacks at the Demonic Eye Tree.

Tang San would not be written too weak, because that would make it interesting~

Pointed at by a Thousand Men was a spear technique he taught his son in Soul Land 3. Its prototype seemed to be one of the Thirteen Forms.