Creating the Tang Sect! Generous Rewards! Testing the Barrett!

Ning Rongrong asked a soul-searching question, "But why is Dai Mubai here?"

Zhu Zhuqing fell silent for a moment.

She was not someone who gossiped behind others' backs.

Although Dai Mubai had handled this matter disgracefully.

She did not want to either.

"I ran away on my own."

Dai Mubai's voice came from nearby.

Following the sound,

they saw Dai Mubai, Tang San, and Oscar walking side by side toward the training ground.

His face was filled with guilt, but his manner was calm.

"The Star Luo Empire's royal family believes in the law of iron and blood."

"Since childhood, I was required to compete with my brother, Dai Weisi, for the position of Heir to the throne."

"The loser would be killed or imprisoned, to prevent internal family strife and maintain the Star Luo Empire's stability."

He glanced at Tang San, his tone strange.

"My brother Dai Weisi had always overshadowed me in every way since we were young."

"He crushed me so badly I could barely breathe."

"In the end, I realized that I could never defeat him, so..."

"I ran away."

"I abandoned my fiancée in name and fled alone."

Well, damn.

The sudden bombshell caught everyone present off guard.

Tang San was somewhat speechless.

--You're telling a story, so why did you look at me?

Only Zhu Zhuqing sneered endlessly.

Though she said nothing mocking, it was as if she had said everything.

She continued—

"After that, my sister Zhu Zhuyun became even more ruthless and even directly arranged for people to hunt me down."

"With nowhere else to go, I fled all the way here."

Just two simple sentences, yet they contained far too much.

Everyone fell silent.

Ning Rongrong was especially shaken with lingering fear—thank goodness her father had only had one child!

"How cruel. No wonder the Star Luo Empire's national strength surpasses that of the Heaven Dou Empire."

Tang Lan sighed—

"I understand your situation, Zhu Zhuqing. It's not a big problem."

"From this moment onward, you are a Tang Sect disciple, the third person to join."

The third?

Zhu Zhuqing thought of Tang San and Xiao Wu and no longer had any questions.

She placed her right hand over her left shoulder, bowed, and performed a disciple's salute toward Tang Lan.

"Disciple Zhu Zhuqing greets the Sect Master!"

—There was no kneeling ritual when taking a master on the Douluo Continent.

But—

Zhu Zhuqing's assets had already been outrageous to begin with, and now she was bending over while pressing them together like this...

Tang Lan smiled and helped Zhu Zhuqing up, casually producing two Python Revolvers and handing them to her.

"These are your gifts for joining the sect."

Zhu Zhuqing accepted the Python Revolvers and directly tucked them into the back of her waistband.

—Storage Soul Tools were precious. As a marginalized person constantly being suppressed, she was not qualified to own one.

"Wait!" Xiao Wu said jealously. "Brother, you're creating a sect, so why wasn't I the first to join?"

She had only thrown a little tantrum. How had she suffered such a huge loss?

"You are." Tang Lan smiled. "Didn't I say it? Zhuqing is the third to join. You are the Second Senior Sister of my Tang Sect."

At that, Xiao Wu beamed again.

That was more like it!

"I knew Brother wouldn't forget about me!"

She linked arms with Tang Lan, all her anger gone.

"Wait!" Tang San finally reacted. "Brother, what did you say your sect is called?"

"The Tang Sect." Tang Lan said matter-of-factly. "My surname is Tang. Isn't that the perfect name?"

Tang San opened his mouth, yet he could not think of a way to refute him.

He could hardly say that the Tang Sect was the name of his sect from his previous life, could he?

"Oh, right." Tang Lan added, "I'll leave the position of First Disciple to you."

Tang San: (O_o)??

At this point, Tang San had not yet considered passing down the Tang Sect's secret arts.

He did not feel much resistance toward becoming a disciple of this new Tang Sect.

It was just—

Wasn't this too much of a coincidence?

But seeing Tang Lan's "expectant" gaze, Tang San could not bring himself to refuse.

After all—

Tang Lan truly held nothing back with him!

He had given him the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

It conflicted with the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and Tang San had been too impatient to train it.

He had given him the Undying Imprint Technique.

Tang San's own talent was insufficient; not only had he gone astray in his training, Tang Lan had even needed to clean up after him.

He had given him the Lingbo Microstep as well.

But because he had Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he had not trained it.

Even the Dragon Grasping Hand overlapped with Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.

He had still been the one not to train it.

And Tang Lan had given him the blueprints for the Python Revolver and Uzi before he had even asked for them.

How could he refuse treatment like that from a real younger brother?

"Alright. Thank you, Brother." Tang San compromised.

The host created the Tang Sect and made Tang San its First Disciple, giving up on creating the Tang Sect of another world. Seized a moderate amount of Tang San's Luck!

Reward: "Soul Tool: Storage Mastery"!

Reward: "Soul Tool: Blue Silver Grass Signal Conversion Mastery"!

Oh ho!

All methods of crafting Soul Tools had been lost on the Douluo Continent.

That meant Storage Soul Tools were an exclusive business.

The Tang Sect would not need to worry about money in the future.

As for this Blue Silver Grass Signal Conversion Soul Tool—

Tang Lan examined it carefully and was pleasantly surprised!

Just as its name implied.

It could convert Blue Silver Grass signals into whatever information was needed.

Text, sound, images.

All of it was possible!

Likewise,

it could also reverse the process, converting information into Blue Silver Grass signals and transmitting it through Blue Silver Grass.

—Wasn't that a signal tower?

And Blue Silver Grass covered the Entire Continent, so there was no need to build base stations.

As long as this Soul Tool was manufactured, it could be used immediately.

One could imagine—

once this Soul Tool became widespread, those wanting better signal reception would definitely plant Blue Silver Grass on a massive scale.

And as the emperor of Blue Silver Grass, the more Blue Silver Grass there was, the more he stood to gain.

Tsk!

This reward was exactly to his liking!

In his delight,

Tang Lan took out the Barrett and showed it to Tang San.

"This is a new Soul Tool Brother developed. I named it the Barrett Sniper Rifle."

"Its power should be quite impressive. Little Sanzi, give it a try."

"The basic principle is the same as the Python Revolver. Just aim and pull the Trigger."

Tang San took the Barrett, his expression complicated.

--How did you develop Soul Tools as easily as drinking water?

But Xiao Wu would not stand for it!

"Brother! You're playing favorites!"

"Why can Tang San use it straight away while I still have to train?"

Tang Lan glanced at Xiao Wu.

"The inspiration for this Soul Tool came from Little Sanzi's hidden weapons."

"Besides, the Barrett's range exceeds two thousand meters. Can you even see that far?"

"Little Sanzi has a special Self-Created Soul Skill that lets him see that far."

Hm?

At the mention of that—

Xiao Wu immediately turned her attention toward Tang San.

"Tang San, your brother has shared every Self-Created Soul Skill he has with you."

"When are you going to bring out those Self-Created Soul Skills of yours?"

Tang San's expression instantly stiffened!

Hand over the Tang Sect's secret arts?

He almost refused instinctively.

But when he thought of everything that had happened, he hesitated.

"Xiao Wu!" Tang Lan said unhappily. "What are you doing? Little Sanzi's Self-Created Soul Skills must only be suitable for his own cultivation. Don't bring this up again!"

Xiao Wu still wanted to argue—

but Tang Lan pressed her down with one hand.

With a raised hand, he summoned the Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer.

"Little Sanzi, I'll throw the Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer in a moment. Use the Barrett to shoot it."

Tang San nodded silently.

His feelings were extremely complicated.

The sect's secret arts were indeed important.

But Tang Lan's favoritism toward him was equally obvious.

Had he not seen how Zhu Zhuqing, Dai Mubai, and the others' gazes had changed somewhat?

So both brothers were geniuses.

It was just that—

the elder brother was generous and open-handed, while the younger brother kept things hidden.

This Tang San was being rather shabby.

"What are you thinking about?" Tang Lan ruffled Tang San's short hair and smiled. "We're brothers. Don't worry about so much. Focus on testing the Soul Tool."

"Got it, Brother."

Tang Lan swung the Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer and hurled it like a discus.

Purple light flared in Tang San's eyes as he activated Purple Demon Eyes.

He raised the Barrett, lined up the sights, aimed, and pulled the Trigger.

"Boom))))=>"

Amid a deafening roar, an afterimage shot from the barrel, so fast that even Purple Demon Eyes could not see it clearly!

"Thud—"

A massive muffled boom struck like overwhelming thunder!

The two-thousand-jin Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer made a right-angle acceleration, spinning as it flew toward the ground.

Without missing by an inch,

it smashed straight toward Zhao Wuji and Flender.

Zhao Wuji confidently raised a hand to catch it, only for the hammer to vanish just before reaching him.

—Tang Lan had withdrawn his martial soul.

Zhao Wuji grabbed at nothing, and his face twitched from using the wrong amount of force!

—If you were going to withdraw it, you could've said something!

"Lively, aren't we?" Zhao Wuji gritted out. "So early in the morning, and you're all bursting with energy!"

"Good morning, Teacher Zhao!" Xiao Wu said obediently. "We're testing the new Soul Tool Brother made."

Hearing that, Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance with Flender.

Both of them were intrigued.

Looking at Barrett's familiar structure, they guessed that, like the Python Revolver and Uzi, it was another offensive Soul Tool.

"Interesting. Let me test its power." Zhao Wuji slapped his chest. "Let's see what kind of good thing you've come up with this time, brat."

Then—

He saw the strange expressions on Ning Rongrong and the others' faces!

Even the 2,000-pound Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer had been blasted into a sharp right-angle trajectory by a single shot.

That kind of power...

If Zhao Wuji wasn't careful, he might suffer for it.

"What? Is something wrong?" Zhao Wuji asked doubtfully. "Do I have a vegetable leaf stuck in my teeth?"

Everyone looked at one another, unsure how to explain it.

Tang Lan was the one who stepped forward.

"No vegetable leaves, but Teacher Zhao, you'd better be careful—"

"Ha! It's just a Soul Tool. Could it really blast me away?" Zhao Wuji cut him off. "That Python thing only worked because I underestimated it. If I cover myself with soul power, nothing will happen."

Tang Lan: "..."

You really are reckless!

Tang Lan raised a hand and summoned a strand of Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor.

"Little Sanzi, take a shot."

Tang San aimed the barrel at the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor and fired from several meters away—

"Boom))))=>"

The Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor was pushed into a > shape by the Sniper Armor-Piercing Bullet.

After several seconds of stalemate—

"Riiip—"

The Sniper Armor-Piercing Bullet tore through the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor and continued into the open ground, leaving behind a bullet hole as thick as a finger.

At the spot where the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor had been pierced, there was now a hole as large as a head, its edges split into a spiderweb pattern.

Zhao Wuji fell silent.

He knew firsthand just how tough the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor was.

Brute force from anyone at the same rank could not break it!

One had to use an offensive soul skill—and at least a Third Soul Skill!

In other words—

The one-and-a-half-meter-long Soul Tool in Tang San's hands possessed the power of a level-40 assault-type soul master's Third Soul Skill with a single strike?

If Zhao Wuji had not been prepared just now and had only hastily covered himself with a layer of Soul Power defense—

The body of a Seven-Ring Soul Sage was still flesh and blood!

"Excellent!"

"Vajra Bear, Martial Soul Possession!"

Zhao Wuji crooked a finger at Tang San.

"Come on!"

"Let's see just how powerful this little thing really is!"

Tang San looked to Tang Lan.

"Shoot from farther away," Tang Lan said. "Barrett's optimal range is 1,500 meters, and its theoretical maximum range is 6800 Meters."

Good lord!

Who among them had ever heard of an attack range that far?

"Then I'm going."

Wind gathered beneath Tang San's feet as he sprinted roughly 1,000 meters away.

To those without enhanced eyesight, he was reduced to a tiny black dot.

Surprisingly—

Tang Lan's left eye could still make out Tang San's features—the enhancement of the External Soul Bone · Double Pupils.

The Blue Silver Grass beside Tang Lan swayed, relaying information.

"Teacher Zhao, it's coming!" Tang Lan warned.

"I've been waiting." Teacher Zhao was brimming with confidence. "From 1,000 meters away."

A burst of fire exploded from Zhao Wuji's shoulder. A Sniper Armor-Piercing Bullet spun wildly, trying to pierce through his Martial Soul Possession.

It burrowed in inch by inch, forcibly flattening itself into a sheet of iron before embedding itself in the Martial Soul Possession.

Zhao Wuji was also pushed back half a step, his shoulder tilting uncontrollably.

"Boom))))=>"

Only then did the gunshot reach them.

Zhao Wuji removed the flattened bullet, his brow twitching!

If he hadn't activated Martial Soul Possession just now—

It might not have blown apart his shoulder, but piercing into it would not have been a problem.

If it had been aimed at a vital point and passed through a gap in the bones...

"Hiss—"

"If this little thing were used for a sneak attack, I really might not be able to block it with just soul power defense!"

Zhao Wuji's words—

Made everyone look at Tang Lan as though he were a monster.

Zhao Wuji was a Seven-Ring Soul Sage!

And the defense-renowned "Immovable Bright King," with the Vajra Bear martial soul!

This offensive Soul Tool could actually threaten a Seven-Ring Soul Sage?

"What about a Soul Douluo? Would there be a chance?" Tang Lan pressed.

Zhao Wuji did not hesitate before shaking his head.

"After advancing to Soul Douluo, the body undergoes a round of tempering. Their physique improves drastically to withstand soul rings with greater Soul Ring Age."

"Even an eighty-one-level Soul Douluo—I couldn't break through his physical defenses with my bare hands without using soul power or soul skills."

Was that so?

Then the several Soul Douluo Tang San had killed in Slaughter City with the hidden weapon "Phoenix Draws Nine Chicks" had evidently not died from hidden weapon techniques alone.

He had also infused them with a considerable amount of soul power for support.

The material was probably not ordinary, either.

Then...

To break through a Soul Douluo's defenses, perhaps he could work on "soul power" and "materials."

Hmm...

Tang San could spend time researching that task.

"What a pity." Tang Lan said regretfully. "Looks like it still has plenty of room for improvement."

"It has a chance of killing a Seven-Ring Soul Sage in a sneak attack. What more do you want?" Flender could not help snapping.

Tang Lan chuckled.

His standards were a little too high.

After all, this was only a sniper rifle. There were still missiles, nuclear bombs, and hydrogen bombs to come.

The Blue Silver Grass beneath his feet swayed again.

Tang San had retreated to 2,000 meters away and was requesting permission to fire again.

"Teacher Zhao, be careful. Another one's coming."

"Come!"

Tang Lan sent the information.

The next second—

A Sniper Armor-Piercing Bullet spun against Zhao Wuji's other shoulder, flattening into a sheet of iron.

"Boom))))=>"

The gunshot was still clear.

"The power has dropped somewhat," Zhao Wuji assessed. "But with physical defense alone, I still can't block it."

Tang Lan nodded and had Tang San continue retreating through the Blue Silver Grass.

At 3,000 meters, the power dropped slightly again.

But it could still penetrate Zhao Wuji's physical defenses.

It was only when the distance reached 4,000 meters that its power was no longer enough to pierce Zhao Wuji's body.

However—

When Tang San returned, his first sentence left Zhao Wuji utterly stunned!

"Teacher Zhao, if the power dropped by another half, but it hit your eye instead, could you block it?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened. Did you hear yourself?

From over 4,000 meters away, you could barely even see a person.

And you wanted to hit an eye?

But when he looked at Tang Lan beside him and recalled his absurd talent—

Perhaps Tang San, as his younger brother, really could do it?

After thinking carefully, he gave his answer—