Flesh Body Attains Sainthood

[Real World]

Spirit Hall, Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the Sky Curtain. A trace of unprecedented gravity flashed through his aged eyes.

"This child..."

"His resolve is terrifying."

"Even death warriors who had undergone rigorous training might not be able to endure such pain."

"He is only six years old."

"If he is allowed to grow..."

"The Angel Lineage may face a formidable enemy."

Golden Crocodile Douluo, standing nearby, drew in a sharp breath.

"Big Brother, look at his bones."

"Is that... a sign of the Golden Body?"

"This Black Gold Whale Rubber actually helped him forge copper skin and iron bones?!"

That night.

It was a long one for the viewers of both worlds.

Those screams were like demonic sounds piercing their ears, leaving them unable to sleep through the night.

Until—

The eastern sky began to brighten.

The first ray of dawn shone through the crack in the door and into the deathly silent Blacksmith Shop.

The furnace had gone out.

Tang Hao slumped on a cushion on the floor, soaked through as though he had been dragged from the water.

He panted heavily, his hands still trembling faintly.

And on that Cold Jade Bed.

The boy.

Slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were no longer the deep purple they had been before.

They had turned an incomparably profound dark gold, as though flames were burning in the depths of his pupils.

Crack.

Bai Tang San moved his neck.

A crisp burst of bone popped.

He slowly rose to his feet.

The clothes on his body had long since turned to ash in last night's intense heat.

Now, he stood naked in the morning light.

He had grown thinner.

A full size thinner.

His cheeks, once still slightly chubby with baby fat, were now sharply defined as though carved by a blade.

The lines of his muscles were no longer exaggerated bulges. They had become taut, sleek, and tightly fitted to his bones.

Every muscle contained explosive power.

His skin had taken on a healthy bronze color, with a faint sheen flowing across it.

"Phew..."

Bai Tang San raised a hand and looked at his now slender, powerful palm.

He casually grabbed a fist-sized chunk of pig iron from the pile of scrap beside him.

It was crude iron that had never been forged, incomparably hard.

Bai Tang San's expression remained blank.

His five fingers suddenly clenched.

He did not use Soul Power.

Only pure physical strength.

Creak—!

A teeth-grinding sound of twisting metal rang out.

On that hard chunk of pig iron.

Five clearly visible finger marks, half an inch deep, had been left behind!

As if he were squeezing tofu!

"This is... power."

Bai Tang San released his hand.

The pig iron fell to the ground with a dull thud.

He turned around and looked at Tang Hao, sprawled on the floor.

"Thanks."

His voice was slightly hoarse, yet it carried a newly born magnetism.

Tang Hao looked at his son, who seemed to have been completely reborn.

He grinned, though his smile was exhausted.

"Monster."

"You brat, you're a monster through and through."

Bai Tang San walked to the corner and put on a clean set of clothes.

He clenched his fist.

A sharp explosion actually sounded in the air.

It was the sound of strength compressing the air.

"My physical strength has reached the standard of a rank forty Soul Ancestor."

Bai Tang San spoke calmly, without a hint of pride in his tone, only an entirely natural composure.

"My Meridians have widened threefold."

"My bone hardness has increased fivefold."

"Now."

"I finally have the qualifications to bear that true power."

He turned his head and looked at the vast forest beyond the window.

Ambition gleamed in his eyes.

"The Second Soul Ring."

"A hundred years? That's trash."

"Since my flesh body has attained sainthood."

"Then my starting point..."

"Two thousand years."

[Real World]

Spirit Hall, Pope's Palace.

Crack!

Bibi Dong actually crushed a crack into the scepter in her hand.

She abruptly rose from the Pope's throne.

Her breathtakingly beautiful face was now filled with killing intent.

"Six years old..."

"A physical body comparable to a Soul Ancestor?"

"Absorbing a two-thousand-year Soul Ring as his Second Soul Ring?"

Bibi Dong's voice was cold enough to pierce bone as it echoed through the great hall.

"This is no longer a variable."

"This is a disaster."

"That Hei Tang San is one thing. He is merely an obedient piece of trash."

"But this Bai Tang San..."

"He cannot be allowed to live."

"Relay my Pope's Decree!"

"At any cost, find the coordinates of that White World!"

"If you cannot find them..."

Bibi Dong looked at Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Then keep the Tang San of the Black World under constant watch."

"Better to kill the wrong one than let the right one go!"

[Black World]

Deep within the Soul Hunting Forest, in a damp and gloomy swamp.

Hei Tang San sat cross-legged on a protruding rock, his brows tightly furrowed as sweat slid down his cheeks.

A dark yellow ring of light pulsed around his body, its glow flickering between bright and dim. Clearly, he had reached the critical stage of absorption.

At his feet lay a withered plant-type Soul Beast—Ghost Vine.

Age: six hundred years.

"Hold on, Xiao San!"

Yu Xiaogang stood to the side, clenching his fists nervously, his eyes full of expectation.

"Six hundred years is the theoretical limit for the Second Soul Ring."

"Although it is painful, if you succeed in absorbing it, you will gain Ghost Vine's parasitic and poisonous abilities."

"This is the most perfect Soul Ring configuration for a control-type Soul Master!"

After a long while.

Hei Tang San suddenly opened his eyes and let out a clear cry.

Buzz—!

That dark yellow Soul Ring completely stabilized, slowly descending to encircle his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

It complemented the First Soul Ring.

"Success!"

Hei Tang San jumped up excitedly, feeling the abundant Soul Power in his body.

"Teacher, I succeeded!"

"I can feel that my Blue Silver Grass has become tougher, and it even has barbs now!"

Yu Xiaogang nodded approvingly, that confident smile of "everything is under control" returning to his face.

"Very good."

"A first ring of four hundred and twenty-three years, a second ring of seven hundred and sixty-four years."

"This is an unbreakable Iron Law of the Soul Master World."

"You have reached the limit. This is perfection."

Master and disciple immersed themselves in their joy.

In their eyes, this was indeed an achievement worth being proud of.

After all, every Soul Master on the continent had come up this way.

[White World]

A small town outside the Soul Hunting Forest, Mercenary Guild.

The place was a chaotic mix of all sorts, filled with the smells of alcohol, sweat, and cheap powder.

A group of men who lived with blades at their throats gathered together, boasting and trading crude jokes.

Smack!

A heavy bag of Gold Soul Coins slammed onto a scarred oak table.

The tavern instantly fell silent.

Everyone turned to look at the person who had thrown down the money.

A six-year-old boy.

Yet the aura around him made these seasoned veterans instinctively sense a trace of danger.

It was the fierce, bloody aura that came naturally after his body had been tempered by Black Gold Whale Rubber.

"I want to hire a team."

Bai Tang San's voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly into every corner.

"Only for one night."

"The task is simple. Help me surround an area. Don't let the Soul Beasts escape, and don't let anyone enter."

A burly man with a face full of beard walked over. He was the commander of the Iron Blood Mercenary Group, a level forty-two assault-type Attack Soul Ancestor.

He weighed the money bag in his hand. Greed flashed in his eyes, but there was even more confusion.

"Young master, this money is enough to buy all three of our lives."

"What Soul Beast are we surrounding? Why do you need such a grand operation?"