The Young Master of the Eternal Pavilion

"No good."

The back slammed through the air, startling Tang Qinghe into a daze. According to the terrifying force carried by the Azure Ganoderma vines attached to his back, if this punch landed, where would he have any strength left to fight?

In that split second of life and death, a sound of tearing air rang out behind Ke Ming, accompanied by Xiao Wu's voice: "Don't you dare hurt my third brother!"

She had somehow already raised her left arm, and toward Tang Qinghe she released the sleeve arrow that he had given her as a gift back when he pretended to be her opponent.

If Tang Qinghe's punch landed on Han San, then he would surely be hit by the sleeve arrow as well.

"Stealing the show again, truly birds of a feather flock together. A leopard can't change its spots."

Tang Qinghe naturally wouldn't do something as foolish as trading injury for injury, let alone that the sleeve arrow was still coated with poison that could dissolve Spirit Power. He snorted coldly, released Han San, turned and leaped behind Xiao Wu, and with a wordless kick, aimed at her delicate back.

Tang Qinghe's reaction was too fast, his speed too fierce. Xiao Wu had only just managed to complete the martial soul attachment, lighting up her first Spirit Essence, when she was struck, her entire body arching into the shape of a drawn bow in midair.

"Ah... ah!" Xiao Wu cried out in pain.

"Xiao Wu!"

Amid Han San's anguished shout, Xiao Wu, kicked by Tang Qinghe, crashed face-first into the earthen wall of a dilapidated civilian house, slid to the ground, and clutched her back with both hands, screaming in agony as if she were about to die.

She tried several times to get up but couldn't manage it.

It was fortunate that she had activated her first Spirit Skill—Waist Bow—in time; otherwise, Tang Qinghe's kick just now would have been enough to leave her permanently crippled.

[Xiao Wu's Hatred +188888]

Xiao Wu's injury made Han San's entire person seem as if possessed by a demon. The Spirit Essences on his body lit up, and dozens of thick Azure Ganoderma vines surged violently from under his feet, shooting toward Tang Qinghe.

[Han San's Hatred +888888]

[Han San's Affection -30, Han San's Affection for Former Host -30. Congratulations, Host, for obtaining three chances to draw a lottery.]

Tsk tsk, sure enough, bullying Xiao Wu was the fastest way to collect emotional value. In just one meeting, he had already collected all the emotional value from the two of them. And he even got three lottery draws attached.

Tang Qinghe chuckled inwardly, but on the surface he remained expressionless as he lit up his first Spirit Essence.

The gray-white light on Tang Qinghe's body converged into his right fist, and with a sudden punch, he went straight for Han San's face. The condensed gray light was like a giant tiger's head, charging toward Han San's body.

This was his "First Spirit Skill—Ghost King's Charge."

It was somewhat similar to Qian Renxue's "First Spirit Skill—Angel's Charge."

It lacked Qian Renxue's divine energy's ability to dissolve and suppress the target's Spirit Power.

But its offensive power was even more domineering.

It was a skill that balanced offense and defense.

It could be used for close combat, or as a long-range surprise attack.

Currently, the maximum attack range was five meters. Upon skill activation, attack power, speed, strength, and defense all increased by fifty percent. The attack range and area expanded with the improvement of Spirit Power.

With a thunderous roar, Han San's dozens of Azure Ganoderma vines, each as thick as a grown man's arm, shattered inch by inch, eventually turning into powder.

"Is that all you've got?" Han San's expression was dazed.

With his martial soul broken, he suffered backlash because he hadn't had time to sever the connection with the Azure Ganoderma vines. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

It was precisely because Han San was momentarily halted by the injury that the yellow tiger head landed on him without any obstruction.

Han San suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. His entire person was like a torn kite, tracing a long trail of blood in the air.

Finally, he crashed through the already dilapidated window of Tang Qinghe's house and flew inside the room. He no longer had the strength to move.

Hmm?

No emotional value generated?

Had he passed out? That was really boring.

Tang Qinghe smacked his lips, unable to help but feel disappointed in Han San. Originally, he had wanted to use his hard-earned poison technique to teach Han San and his arrogant Han Family a lesson, then collect another wave of emotional value. He hadn't expected Han San to be so useless.

Before this Tang guy could even use his full strength, he had already fallen.

But this first Spirit Skill was indeed fierce.

When he later broke through to the fourth ring of the Netherworld Scripture, this Tang Qinghe guy would become a formidable figure in the world. Those teleportation experts above the mid-heaven rank—when they came to provoke him again, it would be both fierce and fast, and strong.

The original text of the Netherworld Scripture didn't include much explanation, so I used the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Technique as a reference. The old Daoist who raised Zhang Zifan and cultivated the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Technique to the fifth ring wielded power at the Great Heaven rank. Based on that, I set the fourth ring of the Netherworld Scripture at the Heaven rank. In this world, a Lesser Heaven rank would be a bit of a stretch, but with Heaven-rank power, one could teleport. Also, some say Spirit Masters can't compare to mid-Heaven rank—that's certainly true. After all, there's the factor of world suppression at play. However, because the protagonist cultivated the Heavenly Heart Technique, his Spirit Power was several times denser than that of his peers, which also served as his capital for crossing levels to fight Spirit Masters.

Walking into the broken house, Tang Qinghe looked at Han San, who was drenched in blood and unconscious, and took out the Mother and Child River Water.

He hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn't feed it to the other party.

Without him, it would be too suspicious, and it would be very easy for Tang Ritian to connect the matter of Han San and Yu Xiaogang's pregnancy to him. When that time came, wouldn't he be hunted across the entire Douluo Continent?

So he looked at his newly obtained three lottery draws and silently chanted in his heart: "System, draw."

[Ding, congratulations to Host for obtaining a Martial Soul Evolution Card (can directly evolve a beast-type martial soul into a top-tier beast martial soul).]

"Top-tier beast martial soul evolution card? Tsk tusk, this little brat San is really a gold mine. Even fiercer than a dog's balls. The Netherworld Scripture only gave me a tiger-type martial soul, and now there's hope for a top-tier beast martial soul. This kid is really letting me reach the goal in one step. But how do I use this martial soul evolution card?"

After thinking it over, Tang Qinghe decided to use it on the Drunken Flower Martial Soul. The Drunken Flower was too weak; after evolving into a top-tier beast martial soul, it would perfectly complement his poison technique, giving him a hidden trump card.

He forcibly suppressed the urge to immediately extract the top-tier beast martial soul evolution card and continue evolving his martial soul, silently chanting in his heart: "System, continue drawing."

[Ding, congratulations to Host for obtaining one hundred gold Spirit Stones.]

"Continue extraction!"

[Beep, congratulations to the host for obtaining a Dingtou Pill.]

"Dingtou Pill?" Tang Qinghe's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he looked toward Han San's face with a gaze that grew increasingly heated.

Originally, he had wanted to pluck Han San's Golden Core. This way, even if Han San shattered his Dantian and swallowed it, no one would know he had become a cripple. Not even Xiao Wu would tell, let alone mention it to Han Ritian.

But the risk was simply too great. As a last resort, Tang Qinghe would not act rashly.

Who knew if one day Han Ritian might suddenly grow suspicious of Han San and cause trouble?

Now that he had the Dingtou Pill, the original plan could be abandoned.

He clearly remembered that among the cultivators in the mortal cultivation world, there was a late-stage Foundation Building cultivator who, due to mistakenly consuming a spirit herb in his early years, had stunted his physical growth, remaining perpetually small in stature. The cultivation world of Tiannan called him the Fire Spirit Child.

If this were given to the seven-year-old Han San to use the Dingtou Pill, wouldn't he become a genuine Fire Spirit Child?

Even if Han San's martial soul awakened a second time into the Fire Spirit Emperor, his appearance would still retain that old, street-urchin-like ordinary look and physique. Just thinking about it made it feel quite amusing.

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