A moment later, Tang Hao arrived at the scene.
Tang Hao was quite puzzled.
What was going on? He had clearly sensed a Soul Beast around here just moments ago.
But where was it now? Where had it gone?
He had clearly sensed the presence of a powerful Soul Beast just moments ago. Where had it gone?
Such a huge Soul Beast—where had it disappeared to?
Tang Hao wasn't at ease, so he waited a little longer. When the powerful Soul Beast still didn't appear, he could only return empty-handed.
But he didn't feel particularly disappointed. As long as nothing interrupted his son's Soul Ring absorption, nothing else mattered.
Xiao San should be nearly finished by now.
But when Tang Hao found the master and disciple again, the sight before him left him completely stunned.
His son lay on the ground, unconscious.
Yu Xiaogang was in the same condition, if anything worse. And from the looks of it, Yu Xiaogang seemed to have been poisoned.
Besides the master and disciple, there were also some unwelcome guests.
Several Youming Wolves surrounded the two men, clearly treating them as food.
Two of the Youming Wolves were tearing at and devouring Yu Xiaogang's thighs and arms.
Amid the blood and gore, one Youming Wolf tore a large chunk of flesh from Yu Xiaogang's thigh. After chewing a few times, it tipped its head back and swallowed it.
Even so, Yu Xiaogang didn't wake up.
His face only grew paler, and his body occasionally shuddered.
By comparison, Tang San was much luckier. The Youming Wolves hadn't yet rushed to sink their teeth into him.
One of the Youming Wolves came over to Tang San and sniffed him. Then it did something that caused little physical harm but dealt a tremendous insult.
It lifted one of its hind legs, and then...
A stream of warm yellow liquid splashed all over Tang San's head and face.
After that, Tang San gradually began to stir.
Tang San slowly woke up.
Hm? Is it raining? Why is the rain warm?
Tang San had only just woken up. His mind was hazy and confused, and he instinctively reached up to wipe his face.
Inevitably, a little of the liquid ran into his mouth.
He smacked his lips.
Hm? That tastes strange. What is this?
Tang San's eyes flew open. A large, hairy leg swept past his face.
Badly startled, Tang San hurriedly rolled to his feet. Only then did he recognize the familiar Soul Beasts before him: Youming Wolves.
But these weren't the same ones he had encountered earlier.
The distinctive foul taste lingered in his mouth. Tang San's face darkened like the bottom of a pot. He'd been pissed on. What a humiliation!
"You beasts, you're asking for death!"
Tang San roared and raised his hand. A Sleeve Sword shot out from his sleeve.
Its target was the Youming Wolf that had humiliated him.
Unfortunately, the attack missed.
Wolves were naturally cunning and suspicious creatures, with a keen sense of danger. As soon as Tang San woke up, that Youming Wolf had scampered away.
Still, although Tang San's attack missed, it wasn't entirely useless. The Youming Wolf had been startled and fled in a flash, its tail tucked between its legs.
The other Youming Wolves yelped and scattered as well.
"Damn beasts!" Tang San cursed furiously, stamping his feet.
If he could have caught up with those wolves, and if he hadn't been afraid they'd fight back in their death throes, he would have killed them all.
When he turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, he couldn't help but turn pale with alarm.
Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, his body rigid and motionless, as if he had already breathed his last.
Blood was steadily flowing from the wounds on his thighs and arms.
"Teacher!"
Tang San looked frantic. After examining Yu Xiaogang, he found that his external injuries were secondary. The most lethal threat was the poison from the Mandala Snake.
Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang had taken first-aid measures too. He had tied a strip of cloth around his arm near the shoulder, which could effectively stop the poison from traveling through his blood to his heart.
Once he understood the situation, Tang San first stopped Yu Xiaogang's bleeding and roughly bandaged his wounds.
Next, he used a dagger to make three small cuts in Yu Xiaogang's arm. Purple-black blood immediately began to flow out.
The blood carried a strong, gamey stench and a faint tea fragrance. That smell came from the Mandala Snake venom mixed into it.
As the poisoned blood flowed out, Yu Xiaogang's swollen arm gradually shrank, and his skin returned to normal.
Once the purple-black blood had run its course, bright red blood began to flow. That meant the poisoned blood had been drained.
Only then did Tang San untie the strip of cloth from Yu Xiaogang's arm and bandage the wound.
At last, the entire job was done.
To prevent Soul Beast attacks, Tang San gathered some firewood and lit a bonfire. He also scattered some Realgar Powder around them.
Only now did Tang San have time to examine his own condition.
He had been absorbing a Soul Ring earlier when something attacked him, causing the Soul Power in his body to spiral out of control. His meridians were damaged, and he had passed out.
When he woke up again, he saw those Youming Wolves.
So Tang San naturally assumed that the Youming Wolves had been the ones to attack him earlier.
Those despicable beasts. They ambushed me while I was absorbing a Soul Ring. Vile, shameless creatures. They deserve the Path of Seeking Death.
Tang San ground his teeth in hatred and decided that he would find a chance to kill those evil Youming Wolves someday.
Sure, he was in the Soul Hunting Forest, and sure, this was the territory of Soul Beasts, but the Soul Beasts were still in the wrong for attacking him.
Fortunately, he had still managed to absorb the Soul Ring.
He could clearly feel that his Soul Power had now reached level eleven.
Along with it, the Mysterious Heaven Skill had finally broken through the bottleneck of its first level and entered its second.
Without him realizing it, the Mysterious Heaven Skill had formed a strange compatibility with a Soul Master's Soul Power.
The Mysterious Heaven Skill's inner energy had fused with the power of the Soul Ring, becoming an even stronger force.
Compared to before, he could now unleash tremendous strength with the slightest movement.
His body seemed to have grown a little taller and a little sturdier, too.
Tang San knew this was because the Hundred-Year Mandala Snake's Soul Ring had greatly improved his body's functions in every respect.
Right, I have a Soul Skill now. I wonder what it can do.
Driven by curiosity, Tang San summoned his Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass.
He opened his right hand, and dark blue Blue Silver Grass surged out from his palm.
A faint white ring of light rose from beneath his feet and circled up and down around his body.
The white Soul Ring was dazzlingly white—so white it made his teeth ache.
Tang San was utterly dumbfounded. What was going on? The Mandala Snake he had absorbed was nearly four hundred years old. Weren't the Soul Rings of Hundred-Year Soul Beasts supposed to be yellow?
Besides, when the Mandala Snake had been killed earlier and its Soul Ring appeared, it had definitely been yellow.
So why—why had it turned white now?
Could some unknown mutation have occurred while the Soul Ring was fusing with him?
It didn't seem impossible. Martial Souls could mutate, so why couldn't Soul Rings?
If its color had merely changed to white, that wouldn't be a big deal. But he hoped it hadn't really turned into a Ten-Year Soul Ring.
With that thought, he decided to test the power of his Soul Skill.
First Soul Skill: Bind.
The white light of the Soul Ring flared brightly.
More than ten tendrils of Blue Silver Grass branched out from Tang San's hand. They slithered forward like snakes and wrapped around a small tree as thick as an arm.
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