Tang San Advances

"Xiao Wu—" Zhao Wuji roared at the sight.

But that slap from the Titan Giant Ape had nearly taken half his life.

With his Soul Power greatly depleted as well, Zhao Wuji was utterly powerless.

Tang San slid down from the tree, blood already seeping from the corner of his mouth. He looked like a rag doll that had been thrown out and smashed onto the ground.

The fatty was filthy and disheveled, looking exactly like an African refugee.

Bai Ge held Ning Rongrong as he landed from the air, his steps involuntarily staggering as well.

Dai Mubai, carrying Zhu Zhuqing, was equally bedraggled.

Oscar supported himself against a nearby tree and rose to his feet.

Everyone looked at one another, all feeling as though they had survived a disaster.

But there was no joy or relief—only grief, indignation, and silence.

Zhao Wuji could not accept that one of his students had been seized by the Titan Giant Ape, their fate unknown. Tang San found it even harder to accept.

Forcing himself to endure the searing pain within his body, Tang San climbed up from the ground. Just as he tried to steady himself, he vomited another mouthful of blood.

The black shockwave released by the Titan Giant Ape had almost completely ignored defenses.

Although Tang San's body was robust, that heavy blow had left his insides burning as if his organs had all been knocked out of place.

Fortunately, Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill was an orthodox Daoist mystical art, balanced and gentle.

Compared to the Tang Sect's original Startling Feather Art and Heavenly Net of Deceitful Paths, its offensive power was far weaker, but its healing ability surpassed them by more than ten streets.

If he had been cultivating the poisonous, unorthodox Heavenly Net of Deceitful Paths instead, Bai Ge might have been collecting this fellow villager's corpse by now.

Without needing to deliberately circulate his power and regulate his breathing, it was already rapidly calming the churning blood and energy within him.

Tang San silently walked over to Oscar.

Oscar hurriedly handed him a Recovery Sausage. He wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

Tang San swallowed the Recovery Sausage without hesitation, and the injuries within his body immediately eased somewhat.

After all, Oscar's Recovery Sausage was a First Soul Ring skill. It could not instantly heal every kind of injury.

With a sigh, Bai Ge handed him a Superior Quality Hemostasis Pill.

Zhao Wuji's face was so dark it seemed ready to drip water. "Xiao Wu... Tang San..."

"No, it isn't your fault. I was the one who failed to protect Xiao Wu."

Tang San had kept his head lowered ever since getting up from the ground. His voice was calm, seemingly without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Zhao Wuji sighed. "Everyone, rest where you are for now. Then we'll move somewhere else and discuss this at length."

Just then, a faint voice, as thin as a mosquito's buzz yet incomparably clear, suddenly sounded in Oscar's ear. "Little Ao, if you still consider me your brother, give me a Mushroom Sausage.

Don't draw attention to it. Don't let the others see."

Everyone had learned about the effects of Oscar's Mushroom Sausage over the past few days.

It just was not as impressive as it had been in the original story.

Ning Rongrong had even shattered his defenses with one remark: "I can have Xiao Bai carry me while flying. Sword Grandfather and Bone Grandfather can too."

Everyone fell silent. Damn it, was the Little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect really that incredible?

Well, she really was.

Back to the point—upon hearing Tang San's Sound Transmission into the Secret, Oscar's heart jolted. When he looked toward Tang San, Tang San happened to raise his head as well, and their eyes met.

Oscar swiftly raised a hand to cover his mouth, barely stopping himself from crying out.

Tang San's eyes had turned blood-red, so red they seemed as though blood might drip from them. They looked indescribably sinister.

From his eyes, Oscar could clearly feel a coldness born of despair.

Yet Oscar did not summon his Mushroom Sausage, because he knew what Tang San intended to do.

Precisely because he considered Tang San his brother, he could not let him go throw his life away.

But as he looked into Tang San's blood-red eyes, he simply could not bring himself to say no.

The faint voice sounded again. "Little Ao, Xiao Wu is my life. Even if there's only the slightest hope, I have to try. I'm begging you! Please!

If I don't go now, this will become a regret that lasts my entire life.

Give me a Mushroom Sausage. As long as I survive this time, Tang San will never forget this favor."

"Little San—" Oscar fell silent.

Though he did not know whether he would do the same in Tang San's place, he understood Tang San's feelings at that moment.

Oscar gritted his teeth and, for the first time, recited his lewd Soul Incantation with such difficulty.

At that moment, the voice sounded like heavenly music that could save his life to Tang San.

The others could not hear what Tang San had said to Oscar, but Oscar's Soul Incantation was not so easy to conceal.

The fatty beside them could not help asking, "Little Ao, what are you doing?"

Bai Ge covered his face.

There was a reason the fatty was unpopular!

Did he really think he was the only one who could hear it?

Zhao Wuji was seriously injured and busy recovering, so there was no need to mention him for the moment.

But Dai Mubai and Zhu Qing—those two were both feline Soul Masters, known for their sharp hearing and keen senses.

Why had neither of them spoken up?

Bai Ge would not believe it even if he were beaten to death that they had not heard.

What did it mean to have no tact? The fatty was a textbook example.

Though they were all brothers, the distance between close and distant relationships accumulated bit by bit like this.

Dai Hao from Douluo II had actually benefited from Dai Mubai's legacy.

If it had been Huo Yuhao himself, he would have been lucky not to get beaten to death.

Ma Hongjun's voice immediately drew everyone else's attention. Zhao Wuji was a smart man, and he instantly realized something was wrong.

Unfortunately, they were still one step too late.

Tang San became the first to eat a Mushroom Sausage. Six illusory wings drifted into existence behind his back, and at the instant Zhao Wuji lunged at him, they carried him into the air.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Zhao. I have to go find Xiao Wu. Even if she's already dead, I have to bring back her body."

At last, everyone saw Tang San's blood-red eyes. Naturally, they understood that the grief and rage in his heart had reached its limit.

"Seven Treasures Have Names, the second is: Speed."

Ning Rongrong's crisp voice rang out. A brilliant multicolored light drifted down onto Tang San, immediately quickening the beat of the six illusory wings behind his back.

"Little San, go quickly. I support you. I've increased my Soul Power output, so the speed boost should last for one minute after you leave the range of my Soul Power.

You must bring Xiao Wu back. She's my roommate too."

Ning Rongrong seemed not to see Zhao Wuji's murderous glare at all as she shouted to Tang San.

Tang San looked deeply at Ning Rongrong. He did not say thank you, because he did not know whether he would have another chance to thank her.

Then, carried by the flight effect granted by the Mushroom Sausage, he shot toward the direction in which the Titan Giant Ape had disappeared.

"You... you two..."

Zhao Wuji looked at Oscar and Ning Rongrong, too furious to speak.