White First Soul Ring? Soul Ring Age: 411 Years!

White First Soul Ring? Soul Ring Age +411 Years!

He studied the Red-Eyed Rabbit closely, his eyes filled with temptation.

Seeing this, Tang Lan loosened the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor a little more.

The Red-Eyed Rabbit shot free and sprinted toward the depths of the forest!

"Hey! It got away!" Tang Lan cried anxiously.

He made to chase after it.

But his legs gave out, and he fell to the ground—after repeatedly expending Soul Power, it was only natural to be overdrawn, right?

Tang San pretended not to see any of it.

The lure of continuing his training drove him to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, catching up in just a few strides.

But the Red-Eyed Rabbit had sensed the killing intent and ran with every ounce of strength it had from eating grass.

For a moment, Tang San could not catch up to it.

It was about to escape.

Using his back to conceal the motion, Tang San raised a hand and fired a Sleeve Arrow straight into its head!

The Red-Eyed Rabbit was pinned to the ground. It thrashed a few times before going still.

A white Soul Ring drifted out from its body.

That was right!

A white Soul Ring!

This rabbit Tang Lan had prepared had been carefully selected. It was only a little over ten years old.

It had only just "come of age."

He wanted to take advantage of Tang San's ignorance of the "optimal Soul Ring configuration" and trap him!

Otherwise, why would he be kind enough to bring Tang San here to look for the Blue Silver King?

It was not impossible that the one in the heavens might pull some tricks and let Tang San stumble upon some opportunity, such as awakening the Blue Silver Domain.

Besides—

This Soul Beast was a Soft Bone Rabbit.

—A Soft Bone Rabbit from the same clan as Xiao Wu!

If Tang San absorbed a Soft Bone Rabbit as his Soul Ring, could Xiao Wu still fall for him?

His first impression would plummet straight to rock bottom.

Tang Lan's scheme was clicking away nicely!

Tang San stood before the white Soul Ring, seeming to be considering something.

Tang Lan deliberately asked, "What was that just now? It killed that Soul Beast in a flash?"

"Just a little trick." Tang San changed the subject. "Brother, what do we do now?"

"Didn't Grandpa Jack say to use your Spirit to absorb the Soul Ring?" Tang Lan guessed. "Why not give it a try? I don't know whether this Soul Ring will dissipate."

Tang San was startled!

He immediately made up his mind.

Walking up to the Soft Bone Rabbit, he released his Blue Silver Grass Spirit and drew the white Soul Ring onto himself.

Tang Lan secretly looked around—Tang Hao was not nearby, was he?

A few seconds later,

Tang San stood up and grinned at Tang Lan.

"Brother, my bottleneck is gone!"

Tang Lan smiled as well.

It seemed Tang Hao was very confident in him.

Now that the deed was done, no one could change it.

Only future divine trials could increase a Soul Ring's age.

But Tang San had been brought here by the Asura God, so he would receive no special treatment from the Sea God.

The Sea God Trials depended entirely on talent.

Tang Lan had Mutated Twin Spirits, a better Soul Ring configuration, and a higher Soul Power level!

Could the Sea God Nine Trials still belong to Tang San?

"It's good that you broke through. Did your level increase?" Tang Lan asked with concern.

"Increase? No."

Tang Lan was immensely gratified.

This was exactly the outcome he wanted.

Host has reduced Tang San's First Soul Ring to 11 years, seizing a small amount of Tang San's Luck!

Reward: "Soul Ring Age +411"!

Tang Lan's physique strengthened slightly.

It seemed Soul Rings and one's physique were closely connected.

When one increased, it would drive the other to grow stronger as well.

Only—

Why was this age increase so exact?

Right!

Tang San's original First Soul Ring had been a 422-year Mandala Snake.

Subtract those eleven years, and that made 411 years, didn't it?

It was quite rigorous.

"Brother! It's noon, and Dad still hasn't eaten!" Tang San urged. "Let's hurry back!"

Tang Lan sneered inwardly.

Tang San seemed concerned about Tang Hao,

but he was actually worried about being questioned over the Sleeve Arrow.

Fine by him.

The more stingy Tang San was, the less guilty Tang Lan would feel about screwing him over!

A month later,

Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy began its term.

Since there were two children this time, Old Jack drove his donkey cart—the same one he used to turn the mill—to take them to Notting City.

Tang Hao stood at the doorway, his hands resting on Tang Lan and Tang San's shoulders.

"Lan'er, I'm not worried about you. Just remember what I told you."

Tang Lan nodded obediently.

Then he reminded him in turn, "You should recover properly too. Stop drinking so heavily."

He looked like a little adult.

Tang Hao laughed in gratification and patted Tang Lan's shoulder with his large hand.

The more he looked at this eldest son, the more satisfied he became.

Then he looked at Tang San.

"Little San, you..."

"Train hard. If you don't understand something, ask your brother more often."

Faced with such perfunctory treatment, Tang San merely nodded coldly.

Tang Hao felt helpless.

What a disappointment!

In three months,

Tang San had only mastered twenty-five strikes of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer—his progress had fallen badly behind because he had been removing the Inner Force from the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Compared to Tang Lan, his talent was worlds apart.

Tang San's expression stiffened, and he felt somewhat helpless.

Yet he had to admit that Tang Lan's talent truly surpassed his by far.

Especially that peculiar Blue Silver Grass.

It made him want to draw close, while also giving him an urge to submit.

Tang Hao said uneasily, "Lan'er, keep a closer eye on Little San."

Tang Lan slung an arm around Tang San, who was a head shorter than him, and grinned wildly.

"Of course!"

"I'll take good care of Little Sanzi!"

Once they were free from the watchful eye of Tang Hao, a Titled Douluo, there would be plenty of chances to deal with this bastard!

Damn it!

For so long,

Tang San had guarded his hidden weapons, cultivation techniques, movement arts, and everything else airtight!

Tang Lan had to properly repay him for being so guarded!

Tang Lan's words were so sincere that Tang Hao felt thoroughly reassured.

He pushed the two boys toward Old Jack.

Once they got onto the donkey cart, Old Jack finally shot Tang Hao a sidelong glance.

"You've finally done something decent for once."

Then he cracked the whip and drove toward Notting City.

Tang Hao watched the donkey cart leave the village. Without any attachment to the home behind him, he headed in another direction.

The children were going to school. Their mother ought to know too.

On the donkey cart,

Tang Lan reached into his clothes, pulled out a small cloth pouch, and stuffed it into Tang San's hand.

"Clink, clink—"

Crisp metallic sounds rang out.

Tang San opened it and found two Gold Soul Coins and one Silver Soul Coin.

"This is what I earned hunting wild beasts over the past two months." Tang Lan smiled foolishly. "You should enroll through the regular route. I'll use the village's work-study student quota."

Of course.

Tang Lan had not bothered going hunting. The money came from selling Gold Brick.

But Tang San did not know that, and he was deeply moved.

He had thought that

Tang Lan had been receiving special treatment from Tang Hao whenever he went out every day.

So it turned out that he had been—

"Brother, your talent is greater than mine. How about I become the work-study student instead?" Tang San said earnestly.

He made to hand the pouch back.

Thump—

Tang Lan flicked Tang San's forehead hard, raising a huge bump.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Tang Lan scolded. "I'm your brother. It's my duty to look after you! Don't argue again!"

He looked exactly like a good older brother doting on his younger brother.

Tang San covered his forehead and gritted his teeth inwardly!

It hurt, but he was also moved.

His brother treated him

far too well!

Unlike that deadbeat father, who was neither warm nor cold, as though Tang San had been picked up from somewhere.

But in truth—

Could Tang Lan really be that kind?

Work-study students and regular students did not live in the same dormitories.

By doing this,

he was ensuring that Tang San could not meet Xiao Wu right away.

—This was one of Tang San's greatest opportunities!

Early on, Xiao Wu would sacrifice a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone!

In the middle stages, Da Ming and Er Ming would sacrifice Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings and Soul Bones!

And in the end, Xiao Wu would even become the sheath of the Asura Demon Sword, helping Tang San obtain the Asura God's divine position!

If Tang Lan could win Xiao Wu over,

the rewards would be through the roof!