Tang San's Respect! Offering Everything! An Elder Brother Is Like a Father!

Years of accumulation erupted all at once.

His Soul Power surged forward like bamboo splitting under a blade, directly breaking through the Soul Ancestor boundary. Bolstered by that immortal herb and the ten-thousand-year soul ring, it reached the terrifying height of Level Fifty in one go.

A fourteen-year-old Soul King.

Such a thing had never been heard of in the history of Douluo Continent.

Tang Yuan looked at the "protagonist" of the original timeline before him.

"Level Fifty."

"Across the entire continent, those who could achieve this at your age are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns."

Tang Yuan said.

Tang San lowered his head, without the slightest trace of pride.

He knew very well that everything he had today was thanks to the man before him.

Without Tang Yuan, he would probably still be worrying over his third soul ring, let alone possessing such heaven-defying cultivation speed.

"Teacher, besides the increase in my Soul Power, there is something else I wish to offer you."

Tang San suddenly said.

He brushed a hand over the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges Night at his waist.

A jet-black box appeared in his hand.

The box was a little over a foot long and half a foot wide.

Its surface was dark and dull, carrying the cold, hard texture unique to metal.

Its craftsmanship was exceptionally fine.

Every joint in its mechanisms fit together seamlessly.

"This is?"

Tang Yuan asked despite knowing the answer.

Confidence gleamed in Tang San's eyes.

This was the pride of the Tang Sect from his previous life, as well as the result of his days and nights of work, using the vast wealth and resources of Blue Silver King's Mansion.

"This is called the Godly Zhuge Crossbow."

Tang San held the box up with both hands and presented it to Tang Yuan.

"During Teacher's seclusion, I used the refined iron and Deep Sea Silver from the mansion's treasury to forge this batch of hidden weapons."

"The Godly Zhuge Crossbow contains forty-eight refined iron bolts."

"Once its mechanism is triggered, sixteen bolts fire at once, powerful enough to pierce the defenses of Soul Masters below Level Thirty."

"If paired with specially made Armor-Piercing Arrows, even a Level Forty Soul Ancestor would meet a bitter end if caught off guard."

As Tang San explained, he skillfully cocked the crossbow.

Click.

A crisp sound rang out as the mechanism locked into place.

He raised his hand and pulled the trigger at a remaining boulder in the distance.

Bzzzz—

A deep hum suddenly erupted.

It was the sound of the bolts tearing through the air.

They were too fast for the naked eye to follow.

All that could be heard was a succession of muffled thud thud thud sounds.

The hard granite boulder in the distance was instantly riddled with holes.

All sixteen bolts had sunk into the stone, buried up to their fletching.

Its power was astonishing.

Tang Yuan took the Godly Zhuge Crossbow and examined it in his hand.

It was quite heavy.

The design was indeed ingenious.

In this world dominated by soul skills, a weapon that relied purely on mechanical force yet possessed such destructive power truly amounted to a crushing advantage across dimensions.

"Good stuff."

Tang Yuan gave his assessment.

A smile appeared on Tang San's face.

To receive Teacher's approval meant more to him than anything else.

"If Teacher likes it, this disciple is willing to offer up the blueprints and manufacturing process in their entirety."

"If the mansion's artisans manufactured them in batches and equipped Heaven Dou Empire's elite troops with them..."

Tang San's eyes gleamed with intelligence.

Though devoted to cultivation, he understood the union of power and authority.

Tang Yuan was now the Blue Silver King, holding great power in his hands.

If the troops under his command could be equipped with such deadly weapons...

In this age of cold weapons, against armies made up of ordinary soldiers or low-level soul masters, it would be nothing short of a massacre.

It would be enough to raise the Forces of Blue Silver King's Mansion to another level.

Tang Yuan looked at the anticipation in Tang San's eyes.

He did not respond immediately.

He gently set the Godly Zhuge Crossbow on the stone table beside him.

His gaze settled on Tang San, becoming several degrees deeper.

"Xiao San."

"This thing can indeed multiply an army's combat strength."

"To ordinary people or low-level soul masters, it is a divine weapon."

Tang Yuan's voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.

"However."

"You must remember."

"External things will always remain external things."

Tang San was slightly taken aback.

Tang Yuan pointed at the Godly Zhuge Crossbow.

"This can kill a Soul Ancestor and, with a sneak attack, even injure a Soul King."

"But what if you faced a Soul Emperor?"

"A Soul Saint, or even a Titled Douluo?"

Tang Yuan asked in return.

Tang San fell silent.

He knew very well that the Godly Zhuge Crossbow's power had its limits.

Against an expert who had activated their Martial Soul Avatar, physical attacks of this level would have difficulty even breaking through their defenses.

"You are devoted to the art of mechanisms. There is nothing wrong with that."

"But you must not neglect the fundamentals for the trivial."

Tang Yuan walked over to Tang San and patted his shoulder.

"In this world, only one's own strength is an eternal truth."

"When you cultivate to the realm of a Titled Douluo, even leaves and flowers can wound others in your hands."

"Even an ordinary Blue Silver Grass would be hundreds of times stronger in your hands than this divine crossbow forged from refined iron."

"Perhaps, when you reach that legendary Level 100..."

"All the rules of this world will be yours to make."

Tang Yuan's words struck Tang San's heart like a heavy hammer.

Tang San's body trembled.

He looked at the Godly Zhuge Crossbow on the stone table, then at the lingering ripples of Soul Power in his palm.

During this time, he had indeed devoted too much energy to crafting hidden weapons.

He had even somewhat neglected his understanding of the essence of martial souls.

Had Teacher not awakened him just now, he might have continued further and further down this path, becoming lost in this shortcut that allowed him to gain power so quickly.

Tang San took a deep breath.

His eyes became clear and resolute once more.

He gave Tang Yuan a deep bow.

"I will engrave Teacher's teachings upon my heart."

"Though hidden weapons are sharp, they are ultimately only a minor path."

"This disciple will certainly place his own cultivation first and will not disappoint Teacher's high expectations."

Tang Yuan nodded in satisfaction.

He was teachable.

Tang San's talent was beyond doubt, and his temperament was steady enough as well.

With just a little guidance, his future achievements would be limitless.

As for this Godly Zhuge Crossbow—

equipping the army with it was indeed a fine choice. It could serve as a trump card, but Tang San absolutely could not neglect his cultivation because of it.

"Go on."

"You've been tired these past few days. Rest well and stabilize your realm."

Tang Yuan waved a hand.

Tang San respectfully took his leave.

After leaving the Martial Arts Arena—

Tang San did not return to his room to rest right away.

He strolled through the corridors of the King's Mansion, Tang Yuan's words echoing in his mind.

Teacher's breadth of vision truly was beyond that of ordinary people.

As he walked—

Tang San came to a stop.

From afar, he saw Tang Yuan seated in a pavilion in the inner courtyard.

He held a scroll in his hand, with a cup of clear tea at his side.

Sunlight filtered through gaps in the leaves, falling over the man and bathing him in a golden halo.

Noble. Elegant.

Yet he also carried an indescribable loneliness.

A strange emotion suddenly welled up within Tang San.

Teacher was so outstanding.

His strength stood supreme beneath the heavens, and his authority was immense.

And toward people like them, his kindness was as weighty as a mountain, without the slightest reservation.