Spirit Hall Disciple, Tang Yin Reporting In!

Douluo Continent, Sunset Forest.

Dappled light filtered through the trees, and the air was hot and humid, filled with the distinctive mingled scent of vegetation and soil.

This was a relatively safe soul beast hunting area on the continent.

Most soul beasts in the outer regions were weak. Only the forbidden area deep within, near the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, was rarely visited due to the terrifying poison formations and powerful plant soul beasts that guarded it.

The space twisted slightly.

A figure silently appeared within the dense forest.

He looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, with blue hair and blue eyes and a handsome face. Yet deep within those eyes, which should have been pure, lay a depth and scrutiny unfitting for his age.

It was Tang San's divine sense avatar.

"Things went fairly smoothly."

He muttered to himself, then willed it and began inspecting this brand-new body.

A flash of light appeared in his right palm, and a Blue Silver Grass, entirely azure and covered in golden patterns, emerged, radiating a noble and majestic aura of life.

Blue Silver Emperor.

Above his left hand, a small hammer as black as ink condensed into shape. Its handle was short, but its hammerhead was covered in savage patterns, and an incomparable sense of tyrannical power rushed forth.

Clear Sky Hammer.

Immediately afterward, light and shadow intertwined behind him as two even more powerful martial soul phantoms slowly rose.

One was a Golden Trident, its shaft magnificent. Though it was far from possessing the original's terrifying weight of one hundred and thirty-six thousand jin, its vast divine might still made hearts tremble.

The other was a Blood-colored Greatsword. Its blade was broad, and countless vengeful souls seemed to wail across its edge. The aura of slaughter and judgment it emitted was enough to freeze the soul of any living being.

Weakened versions of the Sea God Trident and Asura God Sword.

Four Martial Souls!

At the same time, each of his four martial souls possessed two yellow soul rings, all perfectly suited to their respective martial souls and carrying decent soul skills. These were growth-type soul rings he had simulated with divine power.

As long as this avatar's strength continued to rise, the age of its soul rings would likewise break through its limits and soar ever higher!

Feeling the surging Soul Power of Innate Level Twenty within his body, along with this extravagantly supreme setup, Tang San's lips finally curled into an uncontrollable, confident smile.

In his previous life, he had proceeded cautiously at every step. Each soul ring had required him to risk his life and calculate every detail.

In this life...

He had never fought such a wealthy battle before!

He had been dealt an unbeatable hand from the start. How could he possibly lose?

"Invincible."

Tang San softly uttered the two words, his eyes gleaming with the confidence of someone in control of everything.

Next, the target was clear—the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

The immortal herbs there were the best supplements for rapidly increasing his strength and making up for this avatar's weak foundation. At the same time, he could use the materials there to create hidden weapons to protect himself.

They had originally been prepared for the Child of Destiny, but... now, he needed them even more.

If possible, Tang San would seize the Child of Destiny's fortune and turn this avatar of his into the new Child of Destiny.

Unfortunately... the difficulty was immense. Unless absolutely necessary, it would be best not to take that step.

However, just as he finished sorting through his thoughts and prepared to move—

An aura as vast as a mountain descended from the sky, locking firmly onto his location!

Tang San's pupils abruptly contracted!

The next second, a figure silently landed before him, blocking his path.

The newcomer wore a plain gray robe and had a tall, burly frame. His full head of white hair was combed impeccably, and his entire face carried an air of compassion for all living things. He released no Soul Power, yet merely standing there and quietly gazing at Tang San with those eyes brought Tang San an indescribably terrifying pressure.

Righteous Qi Xuan Zi!

Why was he here?!

Tang San's heart skipped a beat. Righteous Qi Xuan Zi was an unexpected variable. Tang San had considered this guy nothing more than a minor character and had paid him little attention, but he had never expected this guy to appear in Sunset Forest.

Tang San inwardly cried out in alarm!

No matter how heaven-defying this avatar's talent was, it had yet to grow. Before an absolute gap in strength, it was no more than a slightly stronger ant.

A head-on clash was absolutely impossible!

And Tang San had no intention of using that divine sense attack too soon.

His mind raced. All arrogance instantly vanished from Tang San's face, replaced by an expression of respect tinged with a hint of timidity. He bowed deeply to Xuan Zi.

"This junior accidentally intruded upon Senior's place of cultivation and has caused offense. I will leave at once."

He acted exceedingly humble, lowering his stance as much as possible in an attempt to muddle through.

After saying that, he carefully prepared to go around him from the side.

But the moment he moved, a Big Hand that looked slow yet was truly as swift as lightning landed on his shoulder.

That palm was dry yet powerful, like an iron clamp, gripping him so tightly that he could not move an inch.

Tang San's heart sank, but his face remained calm and composed. He slowly raised his head, looked at Xuan Zi, and asked in feigned confusion.

"Senior, is there anything else?"

This script... why did it feel so familiar?

Sunset Forest, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, an old monster suddenly appearing...

Wasn't this a replay of when he had encountered Old Poison, Dugu Bo?

A flicker of absurdity crossed Tang San's mind.

He could only hope that this so-called Righteous Qi Xuan Zi would not be as unreasonable as Dugu Bo. Otherwise, his perfectly arranged opening board might be overturned before he even placed a single piece.

He had already prepared himself to use his divine sense.

Xuan Zi did not answer immediately. Those deep eyes merely examined him from head to toe, as if trying to see straight through him.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and heavy.

"Just now, this Old Man sensed the aura of your martial souls."

"Four Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power at rank twenty..."

"Not bad. Very good."

A trace of undisguised admiration appeared in Xuan Zi's clear eyes.

"You are qualified to become this Old Man's disciple."

Then his tone shifted, and he directly threw out a proposal Tang San had never expected.

"You—are you willing to take me as your master?"

What?!

Tang San froze. The countless escape plans and countermeasures he had prepared all jammed in his mind at once.

Become his disciple?

Righteous Qi Xuan Zi had emerged from that Small River, and his strength was countless times greater than that of an ordinary Xuan Zi. Although Tang San did not know his past, in the current Douluo Continent, Righteous Qi Xuan Zi was still someone whose words carried weight.

He was even stronger than Da Ming and Er Ming!

This avatar of his had only just arrived and was in desperate need of a powerful backer for protection.

With such a Teacher, his future plans would become much easier.

This was like being handed a pillow just as he was getting sleepy!

Wild joy surged through his heart, but Tang San revealed none of it. Instead, he put on an overwhelmed, disbelieving expression, which finally turned into resolute excitement.

Without the slightest hesitation, his knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground, respectfully kowtowing three times to Xuan Zi.

"This disciple, Tang Yin, greets Teacher!"

He decisively used the false name he had once used before ascending to the God Realm.

Looking at the Youth kneeling before him, Xuan Zi nodded in satisfaction. A faint smile, exceedingly rare on that stern face, appeared.

"Very good."

Righteous Qi Xuan Zi gave a slight nod.

"From this day onward, you are a disciple of Spirit Hall!"

Spirit... Spirit Hall?

The excited expression on Tang San's face instantly froze.

Wasn't this the organization he had destroyed ten thousand years ago?

How had things come full circle, leaving him a disciple of Spirit Hall ten thousand years later?