Tang San: Why Did the Spirit Ring Turn White?

A moment later, Tang Hao arrived at the scene.

Tang Hao was quite puzzled at this moment.

What was going on? He had clearly sensed a soul beast here just a moment ago.

But now, where was the soul beast? Where had it gone?

He had clearly sensed the presence of a powerful soul beast just now—where had it gone?

Where had that huge soul beast run off to?

Tang Hao was uneasy. He waited in place for a while longer, but there was still no trace of that powerful soul beast, so he had no choice but to return empty-handed.

Still, he didn't feel much regret. As long as it didn't disturb his son's absorption of the soul ring, nothing else mattered.

He figured that by now, Xiao San's side should be just about finished.

But when Tang Hao found the master and disciple again, the sight before him left him utterly dumbfounded.

His son lay on the ground, unconscious.

Yu Xiaogang was in the same state, even worse off, and from the looks of it, Yu Xiaogang seemed to have been poisoned.

Besides the master and disciple, there were also some uninvited guests.

Several Youming Wolves surrounded the two, clearly treating them as food.

Two of the Youming Wolves were tearing and gnawing at Yu Xiaogang's thigh and arm.

Amidst the bloody mess, one Youming Wolf ripped a large chunk of skin and flesh from Yu Xiaogang's thigh, chewed it a few times, then tilted its head back and swallowed it down.

Even so, Yu Xiaogang did not wake up.

His face only grew paler, and his body trembled from time to time.

In comparison, Tang San was much luckier—the Youming Wolves hadn't been in a hurry to take a bite out of him.

One of the Youming Wolves came up to Tang San, sniffed him with its nose, and then did something that wasn't very harmful but was extremely insulting.

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 stream of liquid, Tang San gradually began to stir.

Tang San slowly came to.

Huh? Was it raining? Why was the rain still warm?

Just waking up, Tang San's mind was hazy and confused, and he instinctively reached up to wipe his face.

Inevitably, a small amount of the liquid flowed into his mouth.

He smacked his lips.

Hmm? The taste was off—what was this stuff?

Tang San's eyes snapped wide open, and he saw a large furry leg flash past his vision.

This startled Tang San badly. He quickly rolled over and got up, only then recognizing these familiar soul beasts—they were Youming Wolves.

But these weren't the same pack he had encountered before.

As the peculiar, rank taste lingered in his mouth, Tang San's face darkened like the bottom of a pot. He had been fed urine—what a disgrace!

"Beasts! You're asking for death!"

Tang San roared, raising his hand, and a Sleeve Sword shot out from his sleeve.

Its target was the Youming Wolf that had humiliated him.

Unfortunately, this strike ultimately missed.

Wolves were, by nature, cunning and suspicious creatures with strong vigilance. The moment Tang San woke up, that Youming Wolf had already scampered away.

Still, although Tang San's attack missed, it wasn't entirely useless. The Youming Wolf was startled, tucked its tail between its legs, and fled out of sight in a flash.

The other Youming Wolves whimpered and scattered as well.

"Damned beasts." Tang San stomped on the spot, cursing loudly.

If he hadn't been unable to catch up to those wolves, and if he hadn't feared their desperate last stand, he would have killed them all for sure.

When his gaze turned to Yu Xiaogang, he was shocked.

Yu Xiaogang lay collapsed on the ground, his body stiff and motionless, as if he had already stopped breathing.

Blood was steadily flowing from the wounds on his thigh and arm.

"Teacher."

Tang San's expression was panicked. After a thorough examination, he found that Yu Xiaogang's external injuries were secondary—the most lethal thing was the Severe Poison of the Mandala Snake.

Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang had also taken some first aid measures. He had tied a strip of cloth near his shoulder on his arm, which effectively prevented the poison from flowing along the blood to his heart.

After figuring all this out, Tang San first helped Yu Xiaogang stop the bleeding and simply bandaged the wounds.

Then, he used a dagger to make three small cuts on Yu Xiaogang's arm, and dark purple-black blood began to flow out from them.

The blood carried a thick, rank scent and a faint tea fragrance—this odor came from the Mandala Snake venom mixed within.

As the poisoned blood flowed out, Yu Xiaogang's swollen arm gradually shrank back, and his skin returned to normal.

Once the purplish-black blood had drained completely, fresh red blood began to flow, signaling that the venom had been fully expelled.

Only then did Tang San untie the cloth strip from Yu Xiaogang's arm and bandage the wound.

With that, the entire task was finally complete.

To guard against soul beast attacks, Tang San gathered some dry wood, lit a campfire, and sprinkled Realgar Powder around the perimeter.

Only now did Tang San have time to examine his own condition.

Earlier, while absorbing the soul ring, something had attacked him, causing his soul power to spiral out of control and his meridians to be damaged, leading to his collapse.

When he woke again, he saw those Youming Wolves.

So, naturally, Tang San assumed that the ones who had attacked him earlier were those Youming Wolves.

Those despicable beasts—ambushing me while I was absorbing a soul ring, vile, shameless, they already walk the Path of Seeking Death.

Tang San ground his teeth in hatred, vowing to find a chance later to kill those wicked Youming Wolves.

Even though he was in the Soul Hunting Forest, even though this was the territory of soul beasts, attacking him was still the soul beasts' fault.

Still, at least he had successfully absorbed the soul ring.

Because he could clearly sense that his soul power had now reached level eleven.

Along with that, the Mysterious Heaven Skill had finally broken through the bottleneck of the First Level and entered the Second Level.

Imperceptibly, the Mysterious Heaven Skill had formed a strange harmony with his soul master's soul power.

The inner energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill merged with the soul ring's power, becoming a far stronger force.

Compared to before, every move he made now could unleash immense power.

Looking at his body, it seemed he had grown a little taller and a little sturdier.

Tang San knew this meant all his physical functions had been greatly enhanced by the effect of the century-old Mandala Snake's soul ring.

Right, now he had a soul skill—he wondered what kind of ability it would be.

Driven by curiosity, Tang San summoned his martial soul, Blue Silver Grass.

He opened his right hand, and deep blue Blue Silver Grass surged forth from his palm.

A faint white ring rose from beneath his feet, circling up and down around his body.

A white soul ring—dazzlingly white, painfully white.

Tang San was completely stunned. What was going on? The Mandala Snake he had absorbed was nearly four hundred years old—a century soul beast's soul ring should be yellow, shouldn't it?

Besides, when the Mandala Snake was killed and the soul ring appeared, it had indeed been yellow.

But why, why had it turned white now?

Could it be that some unknown mutation had occurred during the soul ring fusion process?

That didn't seem impossible—martial souls could mutate, so why couldn't soul rings?

If it was just the color turning white, that was no big deal, but he hoped it hadn't actually become a ten-year soul ring.

With that thought, he decided to test the power of the soul skill.

First Soul Skill, Bind.

The white light on the soul ring flared brightly.

From Tang San's hand, over a dozen vines of Blue Silver Grass shot out, slithering forward like snakes and wrapping around a small tree as thick as an arm.