Tang Hao's Killing Intent!

Inside the dilapidated hut, there was deathly silence. Only the numbers on the system panel in his mind were frantically jumping, giving off a soundless roar.

[Faith Power +3500!]

[Faith Power +8200!]

[Faith Power +15000!]

[Faith Power +29000!]...

The Faith Power coming from Tang San poured in endlessly like floodwaters bursting through a dam.

The speed at which the numbers soared made even Fu Shiyan, whose heart had long been hardened like iron, feel dizzy.

In mere moments, the Faith Power value had forcefully broken through the one-hundred-thousand mark!

But this was far from the end. The value continued to rise at a suffocating pace before abruptly freezing on a number that made even Fu Shiyan's soul tremble—

[Faith Power: 620,000!!!]

Six hundred and twenty thousand!

Looking at that unimaginably enormous number, Fu Shiyan was stunned for a moment. Then, unable to suppress the surging ecstasy in his heart any longer, he let out a low chuckle from his throat.

At first, his laughter was restrained, but it swiftly turned into unrestrained, uproarious laughter!

"Ha... hahaha... hahahaha—!"

He laughed until he doubled over, until tears seeped from the corners of his eyes. Alone in that empty shack, he looked like a madman who had been repressed for far too long and had finally gone insane.

Twenty years of despair and struggle seemed to have found an outlet at that moment.

Only after a long while did his laughter gradually subside.

Fu Shiyan panted heavily and slowly calmed down.

Unconsciously, he stuck out his tongue and licked his slightly chapped lips—an habitual gesture he had brought from his previous life whenever he was thinking or suppressing intense emotions.

He forcibly suppressed the turmoil still churning in his heart and began to think calmly.

"Six hundred and twenty thousand... very good.

But it is still far from enough."

He muttered in a sharp voice, "It is still too early to celebrate.

The character completion rate is still only 30%. Tang San's second simulated life is crucial to my entire plan—the highest priority!"

After a moment, he abruptly raised his head and rapidly operated the illusory system panel with both hands.

A clear and ruthless plan took shape in his mind.

"Yu Xiaogang... your theories, your very existence, are the greatest obstacle.

This time, I will make you completely collapse in Tang San's eyes!"

He had already decided that in Tang San's second simulation, he would fabricate a script that would utterly ruin Yu Xiaogang's image while elevating his own, Fu Shiyan's, image to a divine pedestal!

Meanwhile, in Holy Soul Village.

Because, unlike in the first simulation, Tang San had not curiously questioned Su Yuntao about the details of Martial Souls and Soul Masters.

After all the children had completed their awakenings, Su Yuntao merely gave Tang San a slightly regretful glance, picked up his bag, and headed straight out of the village.

Seeing this, Old Jack, who had been anxiously waiting at the entrance to Spirit Hall, immediately stepped forward with a nervous expression.

"Grandmaster, how was it? Are there any children in our village this year who might be able to become Soul Masters?"

Su Yuntao looked at him and sighed as he shook his head. "There is one. But... what a pity."

A trace of hope rose in Old Jack's heart, mixed with unease, as he cautiously asked:

"Then... Grandmaster, who is it?"

Su Yuntao did not beat around the bush and answered directly:

"Among this year's eight children, only one possesses Soul Power, and it is even Innate Full Soul Power!

Unfortunately, his Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. Do you understand now?"

"Blue Silver Grass? Innate Full Soul Power? Heavens!"

Old Jack looked as though he had been struck by lightning, his face turning pale in an instant. He hurriedly pressed on:

"Grandmaster, is there really no way for Blue Silver Grass... to cultivate?"

By now, Su Yuntao was somewhat impatient. He still had to hurry to the next village.

Just then, Tang San, who had recovered from his tremendous shock, calmly walked up to Old Jack and gently tugged at his sleeve.

"Grandpa Jack, you do not need to ask anymore. The one who awakened Blue Silver Grass was me."

Hearing this, Old Jack lowered his head to look at Tang San in surprise, his face filled with complicated emotions.

"Ah... Xiao San, I never expected your talent to be so outstanding... What a pity, what a pity!

That drunken father of yours did not pass down a good Martial Soul to you. Otherwise..."

But Tang San had no mind to speak much with Old Jack right now.

His thoughts were filled with the future scenes he had witnessed in the Simulator, as well as the earth-shattering words Fu Shiyan had spoken in his "ear" at the very end.

Now that the Simulator's authenticity had been proven beyond doubt, did that not mean everything Fu Shiyan had said was true as well?

He could only say to Old Jack apologetically:

"Grandpa Jack, I want to go home first."

Old Jack merely assumed that the child had been struck by the reality of having a "useless Martial Soul." Feeling pity for him, he said nothing more and simply watched Tang San's small figure gradually disappear with a caring gaze.

After Tang San returned home, he did not see Tang Hao anywhere in the house.

That was because it was Tang Hao's usual sleeping time in the morning.

Tang San had no intention of disturbing his father, because his own mind was in turmoil as well.

In his previous life, he had been someone who liked to think alone and plan before acting, and he hated being disturbed while thinking.

Thus, he did not wake Tang Hao. Instead, he immersed all his attention in reviewing and analyzing the "Life Simulator."

Tang San had always possessed an excellent memory, and he began carefully recalling details he might have overlooked in the previous simulation.

For example: "Xiao Wu was suddenly taken away by that enormous Soul Beast. Why did it not seize anyone else among all those people, but specifically Xiao Wu?

Was there something special about her?"

Those involved could not see the truth as clearly as outsiders.

After all, Tang San now was not the "himself" from the simulation, who had cared for Xiao Wu deeply and loved her to the bone. He could more calmly spot the suspicious details.

Then there was Fu Shiyan's explicit statement that his Blue Silver Grass should not gain poison-attribute Spirit Rings or animal-type Spirit Rings. He had bluntly called that an erroneous path that would ruin its potential.

This was completely contrary to the theory Tang San had originally accepted from Yu Xiaogang, but now he had no choice but to consider it carefully.

Time slowly passed as Tang San pondered.

"Xiao San."

Tang Hao's voice sounded from the inner room. Then the curtain was lifted, and Tang Hao slowly walked out.

Seeing Tang San sitting in the outer room, he asked in a deep voice:

"Why did you not wake me? Has your Martial Soul awakened?"

Seeing that Tang Hao was awake, Tang San finally emerged from his deep thoughts and hurriedly replied:

"It has awakened."

Tang Hao gazed deeply at Tang San. "What is it?"

Tang San said nothing. He knew words were pale and powerless.

He merely silently raised his left hand. With a slight movement of his mind, a small hammer, entirely black and ancient in design, radiating a heavy sense of power, appeared out of thin air in his palm—it was the Clear Sky Hammer!

The instant Tang Hao saw the small hammer, his expression abruptly changed. His murky eyes, long numbed by alcohol, burst forth with a terrifying gleam, and a palpable, icy killing intent spread through the room!

That killing intent was not directed at Tang San, yet it still made Tang San, standing so close, tremble with fear.

"Who saw you when your Martial Soul awakened?!"