Tang Lian left. His departure would soon give rise to a sect known as the Tang Sect on this continent.
With his seventy-fourth-level Soul Power, he might not be able to make the Tang Sect a top-tier force from the outset. But Tang Lian was only twenty-two years old. He had already reached the cultivation of a Soul Saint at that age—what heights would he reach in the future?
Moreover, he could attach seven Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings in one go. After absorbing them, his cultivation would surely rise to the Soul Fighting Luo level.
Give him a few more years, along with cooperation from this side, and the Tang Sect would at least be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Lower Four Sects!
I'm suddenly a little curious. Once Tang San graduates from Notting Academy and enters the world of Soul Masters, what kind of expression will he make when he discovers that there is actually a major force in this world called the Tang Sect? The corner of Ye Zhou's mouth lifted slightly as he thought to himself.
Then, he shook his head, turned around, and returned to his room. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he closed his eyes and began circulating his cultivation technique.
His Soul Power had now reached level twenty-three. At his age, that was already exceptionally strong, but he was still far, far away from reaching level one hundred and becoming a God...
Three days later.
Heaven Dou City, Maoshan Academy.
"Oh, the little girl is back?" He Shen greeted the puffed-up Ning Rongrong before him with a beaming smile.
"Hmph!" Ning Rongrong snorted, pulled out a card, and flicked it toward him. "Insertion Fee."
"Yes, yes. As expected of someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—so generous."
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