Starfall Iron

Just like Spirit Kite Douluo.

Clearly, her combat instincts had been far stronger than his, strong enough to toy with him like a monkey.

Yet in the end, she had still died.

She had died because, aside from combat instincts, he had surpassed her in every other respect.

Martial Soul, Soul Power, physical body, combat secret techniques, Spirit Bones—he had been stronger than her in all of them!

So, since he could not rapidly improve his combat instincts in the short term,

he would continue strengthening himself in other areas.

He would become a well-rounded, all-purpose fighter.

With that in mind, Tang Hao pondered for a moment.

He now had the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique, which could gradually strengthen his Martial Soul and physical body.

Even this time, the reason he had been able to hold on until Ye Xilan treated him, and afterward,

the reason he had been able to chase down Spirit Kite Douluo and the others with a fist-sized wound,

was all because of the Dragon Transformation Secret Method.

It had strengthened his body to the point where it could temporarily suppress his injuries.

After all, fist-sized meant the size of an adult's fist,

not some tiny infant's fist.

It was truly a wound that could kill someone.

Tang Hao glanced at the wok-sized fist wound in his abdomen.

Light passed straight through it, and air whistled through it. He gave a bitter smile.

Nearly all his intestines had been smashed to pieces.

The kind where they had been completely ruptured.

If this had not been a fantasy world, and if there had not been the world's greatest healing-type Soul Master, with the immense vitality of Life Gold also doing its work,

then even if the wound from that wok-sized fist did not kill him, subsequent intestinal infections and airborne bacteria would have finished him off.

Fortunately, this was a fantasy world. Later, he only needed to find some heavenly treasures and eat more of them; a wound the size of a wok-sized fist was nothing.

Everything that was supposed to grow back could grow back.

Perhaps after he practiced the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique for long enough, his body and Martial Soul would become as powerful as that Peerless Douluo old man, Qian Daoliu.

A mere wok-sized fist wound would be insignificant then.

Even if half his body were severed, there would be hope of reattaching it.

Cultivation secret methods were just that damn powerful.

Other than taking a long time to cultivate, they were far stronger than any so-called Martial Art...

"Right, this world has Martial Arts too."

Tang Hao suddenly fell into thought.

Naturally, Douluo Continent had no Martial Arts. The only Mysterious Heaven Skill had been brought over by his Transmigrator son, Tang San.

And it did not provide much of a boost in strength.

Its main benefit was giving Soul Power lasting endurance, allowing it to flow without end.

But just because the Mysterious Heaven Skill was lacking did not mean other Transmigrators on Douluo Continent were lacking.

The Sunflower Manual in Ye Xilan's hands was proof enough.

Not only could it speed up Soul Power cultivation, it could also heal injuries on its own and provide a certain boost to combat secret techniques.

If he could also cultivate a Martial Art and stack it with the Dragon Transformation Secret Method, then his strengths—his physical body, Soul Power, Martial Soul, and so on—would only grow stronger.

And they would grow stronger quickly, quickly enough that he would not need to spend ages enduring the process of transforming into a flood dragon and then a dragon.

Of course, he would respectfully decline the Sunflower Manual. No, thank you.

But the Transmigrator from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect probably possessed more than just that one Martial Art.

After all, the Sunflower Manual was far too bizarre. Any normal Transmigrator would not cultivate it.

Unless the Transmigrator from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was a woman.

And possessed an extraordinary healing-type Martial Soul like Ye Xilan's.

After all, the Sunflower Manual said, "To practice this art, one must first castrate oneself." Tang Hao figured Ye Xilan had likely had to "castrate" something as well, but had managed to endure it with her exceptional healing-type Martial Soul.

With a chuckle, Tang Hao set his next objective and calmed himself, turning his gaze toward the Storage Soul Tools in his hands.

As the saying went, after killing someone, naturally one had to loot the corpse.

Besides Spirit Kite Douluo's Storage Soul Tool, he had also taken the Storage Soul Tools from the remaining eight Black Clothed Soul Saints on his way back.

After sorting through the Storage Soul Tools a little, Tang Hao decided that the most valuable treasure should naturally make its appearance last.

He first turned his attention to the Storage Soul Tools taken from the Black Clothed Soul Saints.

With a surge of Soul Power, Tang Hao effortlessly opened the Storage Soul Tools of those Black Clothed Soul Saints.

"A million Gold Soul Coins? These Soul Saints don't look very wealthy when added together."

Tang Hao shook his head. After looting a Transmigrator of Dugu Aotian's caliber, he found the wealth of these Soul Saints somewhat disappointing.

Only a million Gold Soul Coins combined. They were truly poor.

Then came the heavenly treasures. In that regard, the Black Clothed Soul Saints were even poorer. Tang Hao searched through every Storage Soul Tool and found only a fist-sized chunk of metal.

It was speckled with starlight, its surface covered in bumps, and it was extremely heavy.

"Rare metal, Starfall Iron? It is a good treasure, but there is too little of it—only around five pounds."

Tang Hao's expression grew increasingly helpless.

This Starfall Iron was certainly a good thing. It possessed innate spirituality and could fuse with any metal to increase its strength.

But although it was good, there was simply too little of it.

After putting away the Starfall Iron, Tang Hao searched a little longer, but found no other valuable belongings in the Soul Saints' Storage Soul Tools.

There were property deeds and commercial documents, but he could not exactly take those to Spirit Hall and exchange them for money.

Somewhat disappointed, Tang Hao casually packed those items into a Storage Soul Tool, then finally looked at the treasure he had been holding all along.

A Spirit Bone.

This was what he considered the most valuable treasure on those Black Clothed Soul Saints.

Though it was only at the thousand-year level, it was an exceptionally rare Skull Bone!

Among Spirit Bones, Torso Bones were the most precious. Many Titled Douluo desperately wanted a Torso Bone to fuse with.

They would not even disdain one at the thousand-year level.

But Skull Bones were no worse. Though this one had only just passed the thousand-year mark, Titled Douluo might frown at it if it were put up for sale, but Soul Fighting Masters would absolutely take it without hesitation.

This was one of the few Spirit Bones that could increase spiritual power after being fused.

And for a Soul Fighting Master to become a Titled Douluo, spiritual power was one of the greatest hurdles.

"But this thing is a little sinister. It reeks of blood."

Tang Hao frowned. A normal Spirit Bone should have been radiant and colorful, with a sensation of energy flowing through it.

Yet this Skull Bone looked as though veins of blood were coursing within it. An ordinary person might not be able to withstand fusing with it.

Even their mind could be affected.

Just like how that Black Clothed Soul Saint could clearly have flown over the city wall and escaped, yet had insisted on killing the soldiers at the gate to vent his anger.

Tang Hao shook his head, placed the unusual Skull Bone into a dedicated Jade Box, and then looked at the final Storage Soul Tool.

Spirit Kite Douluo's Storage Soul Tool.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the weakness in his body.

The loot was about to rain down. He could not collapse here.

"First... damn, three million Gold Soul Coins. That's almost as much as a Transmigrator." Tang Hao flipped through the Gold Soul Coin cards.

He discovered that together, they amounted to even more than the Transmigrator Dugu Aotian had possessed.

As expected of a Titled Douluo. She was far richer than all those Soul Saints combined.

And as for heavenly treasures...

"Another chunk of Starfall Iron, and judging by the weight, it is more than a ton!"

Tang Hao sucked in a sharp breath as he pulled a piece of Starfall Iron roughly half a man's height from the Storage Soul Tool.

Wasn't this supposed to be rare metal?

Why had such a massive chunk suddenly appeared?

It was enough to forge a full suit of armor.

Hadn't he heard that Spirit Hall had no place called Starfall Land?

Tang Hao marveled at it, feeling that something was off with Spirit Hall lately. After going to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, his next stop...

His next stop should still be to gather information.

He needed to see exactly what had happened to Spirit Hall for it to possess such an enormous chunk of Starfall Iron.

He had lived for over fifty years, and the Clear Sky Sect had been passed down for thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of years, yet he had never seen such a massive piece of Starfall Iron.