Harvesting 500 Gold Soul Coins

Just two ordinary attacks had "dealt with" Tang San, leaving Zhu Rong feeling rather pleased with himself.

Zhu Rong recalled the later parts of the Douluo series he had read in his previous life.

Those protagonists, when facing Tang San of the same level who was only using seventy percent of his strength,

had acted as though he were invincible, as though he were incomparably powerful.

Thinking of this, Zhu Rong could not help but snort with laughter. Just how weak were their so-called Golden Dragon King and Dragon God Embryo?

People of later generations were truly pitifully weak. Their cultivation kept getting stronger, while their actual strength kept getting weaker...

Zhu Rong's laugh itself was no big deal, but in Tang San's eyes, that smile was undisguised mockery!

"You destroyed my clothes, ruined my innate cultivation, stole my Work-Study Student slot, and now you're mocking my Silkworm Baby too... Pah, Little San!"

Tang San was beside himself with rage, yet he had calmed down at this moment.

The mountaintop was already windy, and his clothes had been destroyed... It was hard not to calm down.

"Given how strange his martial soul is, I'm still no match for him without hidden weapons."

"Once I get close, Zhu Rong naturally won't be my match. But his attacks are impossible to guard against, and I have no hope of getting close at all."

Glancing at Zhu Rong more than ten meters away, Tang San let out a sigh.

If the distance between them had been within seven meters, perhaps he would have taken a gamble.

But at over ten meters, it was not a gamble he could afford.

At this distance, Zhu Rong had enough time to attack twice!

How could flesh and blood contend against that strange golden flame?

"If I attack again, who knows how else he'll humiliate me."

Thinking this, Tang San stopped speaking, but his determination to make hidden weapons grew even stronger.

If he had hidden weapons now, he would not be in such a passive position!

Tang San was not feeling good either. Though he had cut his losses in time and prevented the fire from spreading over his body,

the Sacred Fire's terrifying heat had still scalded blisters onto his skin, making Tang San grit his teeth in pain.

"Zhu Rong, if I do not repay the pain you have inflicted on me tenfold, a hundredfold, then I, Tang San, swear I am not human!"

Zhu Rong did not even need to guess. One look at Tang San was enough for him to roughly understand what he was thinking.

Tang San was no longer fighting, and Zhu Rong stopped attacking as well. This "spirit battle" had reached its conclusion.

Victory obtained.

Obtained 500 Gold Coins.

Obtained fish bones.

Zhu Rong froze slightly. This time, he had actually obtained an item he had never received before!

"What the hell, what use are fish bones? Making soup?"

Even though he had long known that winning streaks did not yield anything good, Zhu Rong could not help feeling a little disappointed.

Did he really have to get beaten up once every day to obtain something valuable?

The disappointment on Zhu Rong's little face flashed by and went unnoticed by Tang San.

But Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, saw it all clearly.

"Ah, Little San's performance has disappointed Zhu Rong."

Tang Hao shook his head. Not only was Zhu Rong disappointed with Tang San's performance; even he was somewhat disappointed with Tang San.

But Tang Hao did not know that Zhu Rong was upset over the rewards. It had absolutely nothing to do with Tang San.

It was no wonder Tang Hao had misunderstood. Given the situation,

along with Zhu Rong's earlier display of "true feelings," it was difficult for Tang Hao not to believe that Zhu Rong was disappointed because Tang San had performed too poorly.

"This kid is quite loyal and righteous..."

"His martial soul actually mutated into a ranged attack. I've never seen or even heard of such a thing!"

How could Tang Hao not be surprised?

As the number one sect in the world, the Clear Sky Sect also possessed the number one tool martial soul in the world.

The sect had collected information on countless tool martial souls. If there were any tool martial souls capable of threatening the Clear Sky Hammer...

Yet even so, Tang Hao had never heard of anyone's sword martial soul being a damn ranged attack!

This was a sword, not an arrow!

This method of attack was impossible to guard against, and that golden flame was even more formidable.

"With the Blade of Sanction at range and the Clear Sky Hammer in close combat, once this kid grows up, my Clear Sky Sect may be able to take another step forward and replace Spirit Hall..."

At this thought, Tang Hao's eyes suddenly turned vicious.

"Before Zhu Rong grows up, I absolutely cannot let him suffer even the slightest harm!"

As he said this, Tang Hao's gaze involuntarily flicked toward Tang San.

"Even if it's my own son..."

Tang San had no idea what his beloved father was thinking. If he knew, he would probably fly into a rage instantly...

With Tang San's personality, he would hide himself while weak and put on a show of filial affection between father and son.

But once he believed the time was right and his trump cards were sufficient...

"Silkworm Baby, I'll let you off today!"

"I'll come clean you up tomorrow..."

There were still roughly three months until Nuoding Academy began.

Three months rounded up was another hundred days. He could not waste them!

Even if beating Tang San up once a day only earned him three to five hundred gold coins, wouldn't that still be thirty to fifty thousand after a hundred days?

Zhu Rong was not short on this bit of money now, but could he give up something that let him beat Tang San up and earn money at the same time?

Obviously, that was impossible...

"You..."

Tang San's hand shook violently as he pointed at Zhu Rong. He was not afraid—he was furious!

Back then, Zhu Rong could not beat him and came to get beaten up every day.

Now Zhu Rong had turned his fortunes around, awakening a strange martial soul and Innate Full Soul Power. Tang San was temporarily no match for him.

Yet this guy still came looking for him every day just to beat him up...

"If you're cold, put some clothes on. Why are you shaking..."

"Look at you, you've even got goosebumps. Sigh, how pitiful. I'll be leaving first..."

After saying that, Zhu Rong ran down the mountain without looking back.

Tang San:...

Tang Hao:...

"I'm cold? Put on clothes? Goosebumps..."

What a Killing Pig Heart!

After a long while, Tang San was still a mess in the wind.

He did not know what to do now. If he went down the mountain like this and happened to run into anyone, his reputation in Holy Soul Village would be ruined...

But he could not keep standing around naked forever...

"Zhu Rong!"

The more Tang San thought about it, the colder his expression became.

Such utter humiliation—what utter humiliation this was!

Meanwhile, Zhu Rong had already arrived home.

He did not take the matter with Tang San to heart. They were already enemies to the death anyway. Tang San was on the Path to Death, so what did it matter if he offended him a little more?

"My current Soul Power Level cannot increase without a soul ring."

If he waited until school started to obtain a soul ring, he would waste at least two of these three months of cultivation time.

It was indeed possible to cultivate without obtaining a soul ring, and the results would show once a soul ring was acquired.

But were the people of the continent idiots?

Did Soul Warriors and Soul Masters cultivate at the same speed?

Did Soul Masters and Soul Grand Masters have the same quality of Soul Power?

Not obtaining a soul ring indeed did not stop cultivation, but it affected cultivation speed and the "results."

In the original work, Tang San had already been stuck at the peak of the first level of the Mysterious Heaven Skill for a year before his Martial Soul Awakening.

After awakening his martial soul, he waited another three months before obtaining a soul ring.

One year and three months, a four-hundred-year soul ring, and level 13.

Wasn't that ridiculous?

Innate Full Soul Power plus a four-hundred-year soul ring should at least equal level 12, right?

Raising one level in one year and three months...