Live Until Old, Love Until Old

Tang San dodged the ghost-like shadow's attack and stepped back.

He dodged the opponent's sudden lunge and, with a flick of his hand, Tian Meng shot out a palm strike. His wrist was steady, and the palm strike landed squarely on the opponent's body.

A Soul Skill was activated, and a faint golden light enveloped the opponent.

Clang!

"Roar!"

The opponent's body stiffened. He suddenly felt a strange numbness spread through him.

It was an itchy, tingling sensation, like a massage parlor. The massage techniques flowed like water, numbing every inch of his skin and every acupoint. It felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of ice-cold lightning.

"What kind of ghost skill is this?" Xiao Wu asked urgently.

Tang San endured the discomfort and asked.

"It's the Golden Essence Palm." Tang San replied, rubbing his palm.

Xiao Wu didn't resist, letting him rub it.

The immense power couldn't harm him in any way. Instead, it made him feel comfortable and relaxed.

What was even more surprising was that the opponent's Spirit, which was attached to his back, actually let out a sound similar to that of a mutated Spirit.

Tang San: "Ah, ah, ah!"

Luo Mo: "Ah, ah, ah!"

Xiao Wu: "Ah, ah, ah!"

The innkeeper: "Ah, ah, ah!"

The inn's receptionist and waiter: "Ah, ah, ah!"

"Originally, you were a Spirit tamer..."

Tang San rubbed Xiao Wu again, noticing that Xiao Wu's appearance was like that of someone receiving a massage, and he was already addicted to it.

He could imagine that in a moment, he would be completely relaxed.

"What are you doing? Ouch..."

Xiao Wu's body stiffened. He had just started to relax when he felt a sharp pain in his back.

"Get out, you damned spirit!"

Xiao Wu's Soul Ring exploded.

The Thousand-Year Soul Skill – Spirit <<Vanish.

A ring of Spirit light enveloped Xiao Wu's body, enough to block the attack from Hidden Spirit.

The second Spirit glowed, and Tian Meng's power gathered in his mouth. As he bit Xiao's Spirit, a ball of light shot out from his mouth.

The second Spirit's skill – Spirit Wave.

Tang San was shocked and couldn't help but stare at the ghost-like shadow at the bottom of his stomach.

Rumble!

The powerful wave of energy swept through the inn, engulfing Luo Mo and the others. They couldn't help but look at each other in surprise.

Just as Tang San was about to charge forward, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

The Thousand-Year Soul Ring exploded at his waist. A stream of Spirit energy shot out from his Spirit and struck Xiao Wu's back.

Clang!

The Spirit energy shattered the void, forcefully breaking through Xiao Wu's Spirit's defense and leaving a deep, blood-red palm print on his back.

"Ahhhhh!"

Xiao Wu suddenly cried out in pain.

He only needed that Spirit energy to enter his bones, and the phantom would be like a plaster on his Spirit.

Tang San realized that the Spirit he had obtained was a Spirit that belonged to a Spirit of the Spirit family. It possessed the poisonous properties of a Spirit.

As long as it touched the tip of its tongue, its body would immediately be poisoned, turning into the nourishment of a Spirit.

However, because Xiao Wu did not use the Spirit taming technique, what he obtained was not the Thousand-Year Spirit Ring of the Spirit, but rather, under the manipulation of Xuan Mi's Ring, it had been downgraded to a Thousand-Year Spirit.

This was also why Tang San had not used the original Spirit skill.

Instead, he used a Spirit skill called Hidden Spirit Poison Palm.

The power of the Golden Essence Palm was much greater, and it would inject Spirit into the human body, causing extremely painful Spirit damage.

It was no less than the Spirit skill.

Luo Mo didn't know if his actions had angered Tang San, but he was still very surprised.

"What kind of ghost skill is this?" Xiao Wu and Luo Mo asked in unison.

"The Golden Essence Palm is very painful to use. I suggest you cooperate. Otherwise, I won't hold back next time," Tang San said calmly.

His eyes shone with a brilliant light.

"Good, good! If I only had two-tenths of your strength, I could barely use a skill. But I have one-tenth more than you."

"Hmm, this 'Soul Skill' feels almost useless."

But he couldn't hold back any longer. He activated the third stage of the "Spirit Beast Golden Body," and his entire body was enveloped in golden light, transforming into a beast.

The "Thousand Year Third Spirit Bone - Spirit Beast Golden Body."

"Roar!"

He let out a beastly roar, and the "Er Ming" transformed his body. His height grew again, his muscles bulged, and his upper clothes tore. Golden patterns appeared on his body.

His entire body was bathed in a faint golden light, as if he had become a king of beasts.

"What's the use of your 'Golden Body' and 'Soul Skill'?" he said, his voice filled with disdain. In his transformed state, he felt a sense of arrogance.

Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to retort.

He once again raised his fist and punched towards him.

Clang!

The five-colored divine light flashed, and the "Tian Meng" in his hand spun, hitting the "Soul Skill" with a clang.

Tang San gritted his teeth, half-disbelieving, half-contemptuous.

"Your Spirit Bone is not bad, possessing both offensive and control abilities. However, your 'Soul Skill' is too weak. Both its power and its cooldown are about the same."

He spoke condescendingly. In his transformed state, he felt superior.

Seeing Tang San fall into a daze, his expression flickered. He seized the opportunity to strike at the "Golden Body," his fist hitting his chest with all his might.

"You're trying to take away my comfort? You're trying to take away my pain?"

He recalled the "Demon God's Nine Transformations" from the original work. He didn't want to pursue it, but seeing Tang San's expression and his silent provocation, he understood.

In a moment, he had freed himself from Tang San's restraint. He had already released his grip. He only needed to hit Tang San's chest, and he would be defeated. He had no need for brute strength. After a meal, he could recover in a day.

"You're dreaming. You still need to answer my questions."

The brilliance in He Siyuan's eyes gradually faded. His arrogant muscles relaxed, returning to their peak form. However, he was still unwilling.

"Ask away."

Tang San got up, his body also recovering.

Moreover, he only cared about the results. He was a master of life and death. He had a seventy percent chance of being a king and a thirty percent chance of being a minister.

"I feel your 'Spirit Bone' is extraordinary. Do you also have a special feeling?"

He Siyuan's expression became serious.

Tang San spoke slowly, "No."

His heart was in turmoil. If the Spirit Bone could be fused again, it wouldn't be bad. After all, his "Golden Life Spirit Bone" was already damaged and could no longer be stimulated.

Perhaps giving him a better life.

"I see. My 'Spirit Bone' and your 'Hidden Spirit' might be able to fuse."

This "Soul Skill" actually made He Siyuan's eyes shine.

"Fuse? Hmm."

Tang San was surprised. He hoped it wasn't a Spirit Bone fusion.

He Siyuan also thought Tang San didn't understand what Spirit Bone fusion was, so he explained it.

"Then let's not discuss it."

Tang San waved his hand. The "Golden Body" refused to be activated. He Siyuan seemed to have guessed his thoughts and said, "Your 'Soul Skill' is to be a 'Demon God's Nine Transformations' disciple. Wait until you become a disciple, and I'll find you again."

"Soul Skill," he said, bidding farewell to Tang San and the others, and flew up into the sky.

He had to go and do something. He understood, and he didn't understand.

Luo Mo expressed his confusion and asked if he should use his spiritual sense to investigate.

After all, he had lived for so long, and he had seen and heard so much.