He and Xiao Wu had sworn brotherhood!
Even though she despised Tang Qinghe, Xiao Wu felt...
She'd become close friends with Tang Qinghe!
In the end, she hadn't been able to protect Azure Ganoderma from the tiger and had been seriously injured.
Xiao Wu had been hurt trying to save him, too.
As the dreadful chill around the cave engulfed the seabed, Han San's eyes turned bloodshot. He stared at Tang Qinghe and snarled, "Tang Qinghe, you dared hurt Xiao Wu. You've sealed your own fate. I won't let you get away with this..."
He wasn't even sure whether he was furious because Tang Qinghe had hurt him, or because Xiao Wu had been injured while trying to save him.
At that moment, Han San was consumed by killing intent.
But at that moment, he didn't have time to care about Xiao Wu. What truly mattered to him was the grudge he held against Tang Qinghe. Unless Tang Qinghe was foolish enough to let him escape, he'd have no choice but to suspect that Tang Qinghe was deliberately letting him go. Han San still had to take revenge for his parents.
After the two of them had been drawn into the fight with Ghostly Demon, Xiao Wu had run off early.
She hadn't wanted to wait around for Han San to wake up.
Xiao Wu opened her mouth and spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground. Her face was pale as she said, "All right. That's enough. I'm going to die soon. There's something I need to ask you."
"Go ahead, Xiao Wu."
"Someone said your father was a Ghostly Demon. Is that true?" It seemed Xiao Wu was worried that Ghostly Demon might be hiding nearby, so she whispered into Han San's ear.
"Ghostly Demon?" Han San was taken aback. He didn't know why Xiao Wu was asking, but after a moment's thought, he said, "Xiao Wu, did you mishear? If my father were really a Ghostly Demon, could I be living like this?"
Xiao Wu felt his explanation made sense, but even though she didn't want to reveal her identity, she couldn't help asking, "Then can you tell me what your father does?"
At the mention of his father, Han San's expression brightened. "My father? He's a really good person..."
As he spoke, Han San's eyes filled with tears. Starting at age three, he'd learned to cook for his father. Every day, his father slept until noon, then drank the leftover wine and food that Han San had brought back from the tavern. He could only drink rice wine... In the end, to awaken his martial soul, he'd had to rely on his father, Han Chen...
When Xiao Wu heard that, she was stunned. "What the heck is your father? He sounds like an old drunk who's only good for cooking..."
At that moment, Xiao Wu had returned to her usual bold, carefree manner, as if she didn't care about anything in the world.
At the same time, she felt a sudden pang of envy.
If even a drunkard could cultivate into a Ghostly Demon, then her mother could have lived, too.
"Xiao Wu, I hope you won't bring up my father again."
Han San looked at Xiao Wu earnestly. After all, she was his sworn sister. Otherwise, they would have already been sworn enemies.
"All right, all right. I won't bring him up." Xiao Wu waved her hand dismissively. She rolled her eyes and said, "Xiao San, since your father isn't a Ghostly Demon, don't go looking for Tang Qinghe again. He's too strong."
Xiao Wu had never taken Tang Qinghe seriously before because his Spirit Power was low. The gap between them could only grow wider as they cultivated. Now that his Spirit Power had already caught up with theirs, she was starting to feel a little afraid.
Han San's eyes filled with determination. "That time, I only lost to him because my Azure Ganoderma martial soul was weaker than his. I didn't lose to him—I lost to his martial soul. He still hasn't shown his true strength. Next time, next time, I won't lose to him again."
As he spoke, he suddenly smiled at Xiao Wu. "Besides, Xiao Wu, you forgot that apart from Azure Ganoderma, I have another weapon."
Hearing that, Xiao Wu suddenly remembered something unpleasant. She rolled her eyes and said, "You mean that hidden weapon you used last time? The one you threw at me?"
Han San gave an awkward smile. "That time was an accident. An accident..."
As far as Han San was concerned, Azure Ganoderma was just a tiger martial soul. Under the tutelage of Old Rabbit and Jade Little Sister, it could grow into a powerful control-type martial soul, with outstanding offensive power. It had already become quite formidable.
But his real trump card was the Han Family's hidden weapons.
With his hidden weapons, he wouldn't lose to Tang Qinghe next time.
Even more importantly, he had a second martial soul.
Although he didn't know what it was, it had to be powerful enough for Old Rabbit and Jade Little Sister to call it a powerful martial soul.
At the very least, it wasn't the Battle Tiger martial soul, a common beast martial soul that could be defeated by a stick...
System Introduction: [Villain Character Han San, Martial Soul: Silver Sky Hammer, Blue Silver Grass, Affection: -50]
"Phew, that fool San finally woke up. But why did her affection drop by another twenty points? Is it because she came across the hidden weapon I used to teach him a lesson? Poor Xiao Wu, the sworn sister who was supposed to be Han San's closest companion, still has no idea that Han San's hidden weapons are his greatest asset."
Tang Qinghe, leaning against the stone wall, gave a quiet chuckle. "System, draw."
[Congratulations, Host, you have drawn one-time Spirit Ring replacement card.]
"Oh? This thing could be pretty useful."
[Congratulations, Host, you have drawn the world's unique item, the 'World-Destroying Thunderbolt'.]
"This thing can be drawn too? Whatever. It's all a bonus. The Thunderbolt paired with the Chrysanthemum-Devouring Soul Technique... With that combo, I'd be a god in this world. Poisons, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect—nothing could make me weak again."
Tang Qinghe gave a gleeful laugh and silently said, "System, extract the Thunderbolt."
Just like Heaven's Wrath, Li Ah Dou's Thunderbolt had been directly infused into Tang Qinghe's body.
Fortunately, Tang Qinghe's innate mental strength was extraordinary, and his Spirit Power far exceeded that of ordinary Spirit Masters.
Otherwise, with so many powerful items crammed into him, he would've burst into pieces.
Even so, Tang Qinghe felt a wave of dizziness.
After a while, he finally came around. A faint smile appeared on his face as his eyes opened.
[Tang Qinghe]
[Gender: Male]
[Martial Souls: Battle Tiger, Chrysanthemum Blade]
[Spirit Power: Rank 13]
[Techniques: Sky-Splitting Art (Second Stage), Chrysanthemum-Devouring Soul Technique]
[Spirit Ring: Yellow (600 years)]
[Affection Value: 6444540]
[Draws: 0]
[Currently available items: 100 Million Year Spirit Stone × 1, 1000 Million Year Spirit Stone × 1, One-Time Spirit Ring Replacement Card × 2, One-Time Second Martial Soul Evolution Card × 1]
"His affection only increased by a few hundred points just because I saved San and Old Rabbit. Once I use all the stuff I've got to stir up trouble for those three, the affection value will skyrocket!"
When he saw that his affection value had already reached several hundred points, Tang Qinghe couldn't help feeling pleased. He turned his attention to the available items and thought, "System, use one One-Time Second Martial Soul Evolution Card."
A flash of light appeared, and a silvery card materialized in Tang Qinghe's hand. A single character was printed on it: "Soul."
Tang Qinghe touched the card to his forehead and silently thought, "System, evolve my second martial soul, Chrysanthemum Blade."
[Congratulations, Host. Your second martial soul, Chrysanthemum Blade, has evolved into the Radiant Golden Light Blade.]
Tang Qinghe's eyes filled with satisfaction. The Radiant Golden Light Blade was one of the few top-tier magical artifacts in the ordinary cultivation world.
It could be considered one of the most powerful artifacts ever wielded by the legendary Demon Sovereign.
It had helped him, back in the Core Formation Stage, kill countless Sea Demon Beasts and overwhelm cultivators of the Core Formation Stage.
Of course, using the Radiant Golden Light Blade came with many restrictions.
It was a complete set of artifacts, consisting of thirteen blades. It required enormous spiritual strength, and controlling all thirteen at once was incredibly demanding.
Now it had become his martial soul.
With it, he could make up for the shortcomings of his Spirit Ring to a considerable extent. Then, with his spiritual strength, he could control it.
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