Traces of a Transmigrator Appear

The marriage mindset on Douluo Continent was too wild.

So wild that Tang Hao was rendered speechless for a moment.

After quite a while, Tang Hao shook his head slightly and said,

"Old Village Chief, I came back because of what happened on the back mountain. I have no plans to settle down in the village for now."

"You should find someone else for the marriage matter."

"However,

Old Village Chief, I want to know where exactly Kui Sang and the others ran into trouble on the back mountain."

As he spoke, Tang Hao infused his voice with Soul Power, making it especially distinct and clear by the Old Village Chief's ear.

It drew the Old Village Chief's attention away from marrying husbands off to those women and back to the place where Kui Sang and the others had met with disaster.

If the incident that had killed Kui Sang and the others six days ago had been caused by that thief,

then he did not have much time left.

Six days were enough for someone to flee far away and hide somewhere ordinary people would never be able to find.

Tang Hao's voice was far too clear, leaving Old Jack somewhat uncertain.

There was also less of the disdain in his eyes when he looked at Tang Hao.

Could six years apart really transform a person so completely?

Could he have stopped being as lazy and listless as before?

Old Jack looked at Tang Hao, who seemed like an entirely different person, hesitated, and answered his question.

If Tang Hao had truly changed his temperament, then with his physical strength alone, he could kill a Wild Boar.

With some tools and cooperation from others, he might even be stronger than Kui Sang and his group.

He would also be more likely to drive those Wild Boars away.

After all, their village still needed to farm to survive. If Tang Hao could drive away the Wild Boars, their village might yet live on.

Thus, Old Jack explained in great detail, even describing the appearance of Kui Sang and the others' wounds.

He was afraid Tang Hao would meet his end there as well.

After the time it took an incense stick to burn, Tang Hao fell into thought after hearing Old Jack's account.

Were they really just Wild Boars?

There were no injuries caused by other blades, swords, or Martial Souls?

Tang Hao felt somewhat disappointed, but he still planned to go take a look.

After all, this was the only lead he had.

"Alright, I understand, Old Village Chief." Tang Hao nodded.

To avoid further complications,

after bidding the Old Village Chief farewell, Tang Hao's thoughts shifted. His body suddenly shot into the air, pouncing toward the place on the back mountain where Kui Sang and the others had died like a great bird.

"Alright, then stay in the village first..." Old Jack's aged voice seemed to catch in his throat as he stared blankly at Tang Hao's retreating figure.

"Soul... Tang Hao is a Lord Soul Master?" Old Jack stood with his mouth agape, his expression dazed.

The blacksmith who had lived dejectedly in the village for six years was a reclusive Lord Soul Master?

Was he living inside one of those storybooks?

Old Jack, who had lived for over seventy years, wore a frozen expression. His mind could no longer process it.

Back mountain.

A narrow mountain path.

A gray-robed figure descended onto the narrow path, robes fluttering in the wind.

Tang Hao pressed a hand against the muddy ground. Perhaps because the mountain air was damp, the footprints on the path remained.

Dozens of footprints were crowded together in a chaotic mess, as though people had been desperately fleeing. Beside them were the hoofprints of Wild Boars.

It looked like Kui Sang and the others had been chased by Wild Boars and gored to death one after another.

"Still, Kui Sang and the others were veteran hunters who had hunted for over a decade. Even if they had been ambushed by Wild Boars, these footprints were far too panicked."

A charging Wild Boar possessed terrifying force. Even ordinary soul masters would not dare face it head-on.

But for hunters, there were many ways to subdue a charging Wild Boar.

For example, throwing a net.

Or using quicklime.

People would certainly die that way, but it should not have resulted in all twelve of them dying.

And at a life-or-death moment, forget throwing nets—even if there had been a pile of shit beside them, they would have desperately thrown it.

Thinking over these suspicious points, Tang Hao gradually gathered Soul Power into his eyes.

"This is... such a powerful aura."

Tang Hao's expression grew solemn. From the perspective of Soul Power, all the ordinary objects around him faded away.

Only a savage phantom remained here, roaring.

This was an ability that any high-level soul master could use.

Relying on powerful souls and a high affinity with heaven and earth, Soul Fighting Masters and Titled Douluo could use Soul Power to sense the surrounding auras.

The stronger and more unique an aura was, the more obvious it became from the perspective of Soul Power.

That was why Tang Hao could tell at a glance that Xiao Wu was not human.

And such a distinct, savage phantom...

"A soul beast? No, this is near Nuoding City. A soul beast could not possibly appear here. A Soul Fighting Master? Or a Titled Douluo?"

The savage phantom resembled a snake, but upon closer inspection, it also bore some resemblance to a flood dragon.

It was Tang Hao's first time seeing such a strange aura.

"Moreover, the aura is too weak. Is it residual aura left behind by a super Martial Soul?"

At first, seeing such obvious traces of aura, Tang Hao had thought the other party was a Soul Fighting Master or a Titled Douluo.

But now...

Tang Hao grabbed it in one hand. Judging by its intensity, it was at most around level thirty.

"A Soul Grandmaster, or a Soul Elder?"

"Ha!"

Tang Hao sneered. No wonder. If it had been a Titled Douluo, not even a trace of aura would have remained here.

Only low-level soul masters like Soul Grandmasters or Soul Elders would be unable to deal with the aura they left behind.

But...

"At the Soul Grandmaster or Soul Elder stage, they already knew where the Blue Silver Emperor was planted..."

"A Transmigrator!"

Only a Transmigrator would know that he would definitely appear there when Shrek Academy began recruiting students.

Then they would treat his Blue Silver Emperor as a starter gift and greedily strip it clean!

Tang Hao's gaze turned icy. Treating his Blue Silver Emperor as a starter gift?

What they wanted was the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone that came with the Blue Silver Emperor.

Tang Hao no longer had any confidence that Ah Yin was still alive.

Because whether it was the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone within Ah Yin or Ah Yin herself, their allure to the soul masters of this continent was fatal.

No one could resist such temptation.

But did that matter?

Right now, Tang Hao only wanted that thief dead.

A terrifying aura spread outward from Tang Hao like a Mountain Range, while an enormous Black Hammer that seemed to blot out the sky stretched across the heavens.

Four Wild Boars that had emerged from the forest to hunt for food squealed in despair, snorting wildly as a massive shadow abruptly swallowed their figures.

Boom!

Tang Hao remained indifferent. His gray robes flashed, and his body shot toward the distant horizon like an arrow!

After a long while.

Old Jack and the others hurried after him, only to find a huge sunken crater here.

As well as the corpses of Wild Boars beaten into pulp within it.

Seeing this earth-shaping might, the villagers Old Jack had brought over, who had not believed him, swallowed hard, their throats tight.