Finally Meeting, Men Should Also Have Tea Art

After several days of recuperation, the sallow complexion of Tang San finally regained a hint of color, and he could now wield the Eight Spider Lances on his back with ease.

Every day, he focused on circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill, slowly breaking down and refining that restless urge to devour, allowing it to merge into his own soul power pathways along his meridians.

At first, he had to keep his mind tightly coiled, lest a moment of carelessness drag him into the abyss of that greed, but as the days passed, he gradually grasped the temperament of the Eight Spider Lances; that desire was not entirely evil, but rather more like an instinct carved into the soul bone by the Man Faced Demon Spider. As long as he used the balanced and upright nature of the Mysterious Heaven Skill to guide it, he could transform it into an aid for tempering his soul power.

By the evening of the fifth day, he could even sit quietly for half an hour beside the fiery soul power of Ma Hongjun, and with the sweet fragrance of Oscar's food soul skills lingering at the tip of his nose, he remained calm, without a trace of restlessness.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang watched his increasingly steady demeanor, and the worry in his eyes finally dissipated.

"Very good, Little San. You have already crossed the most dangerous threshold.

The instinct of the external soul bone is no longer your shackle, but your trump card."

Tang San nodded slightly.

He could clearly feel that the Eight Spider Lances were becoming more and more in sync with his soul. That devouring urge that once terrified him

had now turned into a power lying dormant within his body, waiting for the right moment to erupt with astonishing sharpness.

Yet he did not know that in a corner he could not see, Xiao Wu would always quietly guard outside the window while he cultivated.

In those lively eyes, the eerie red had long since faded, yet they still carried a trace of lingering vigilance.

She looked at Tang San's calm profile, and the unease in her heart regarding the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger

was finally suppressed. As long as Third Brother was fine, that was enough.

A few more days passed, and Tang San completely stabilized his state. The team training of the Shrek Seven Devils also returned to normal.

The night in Suotuo City was as noisy as fire.

Outside the Great Soul Arena, the crowd flowed like a weave; cheers, fluctuations of soul power, and the auras of soul masters mingled together, noisy and restless.

Tang San was holding Xiao Wu's hand, preparing to enter the arena to participate in the team battle, when suddenly, Xiao Wu's footsteps faltered.

In those lively eyes, a flash of instinctive comfort appeared first, followed immediately by a trace of imperceptible vigilance.

Her nose twitched slightly, as if she had smelled something extremely comfortable.

It was a kind of... aura that was clean to the extreme, warm as the morning sun, gentle yet incomparably sacred.

It carried not a shred of killing intent, nor half a thought of evil, as if the purest light in the world were gently enveloping her.

It was like a lost little animal that had suddenly found the warmest shelter.

"Eh..."

Xiao Wu gently broke free from Tang San's hand and, involuntarily, looked toward the source of the aura.

Not far away, a slightly slender figure stood quietly at the edge of the crowd.

The youth was dressed in a simple white martial outfit with a gentle temperament, yet a layer of almost invisible pale golden light faintly lingered around him.

It was Chen Jieqi.

The trip to the Star Dou Great Forest had been canceled before they even set out.

The resonance of the Heart of the Naaru told him it was too late;

the aura of the Eight Spider Lances had already completely merged with Tang San.

His gaze fell on Xiao Wu, who was walking over slowly, and a flash of realization crossed his eyes.

As expected of a hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit in human form, her perception of the special auras around her was so keen.

It was no wonder that when she first entered Nuoding Academy, she had stuck to Tang San without leaving his side.

Beyond the fact that Tang San's cultivation was decent at the time and could help her practice, more importantly, Tang San was surrounded by an extremely rich, high-purity aura of the Blue Silver Emperor.

That was a top-tier plant-type martial soul derived from the origin of his bloodline; it was gentle yet majestic, and for Xiao Wu, who had only recently taken human form, it was no different from the most nourishing bed.

Others only thought it was the affinity of youth, but only Chen Jieqi knew that this closeness had been carved from the very beginning by the instinctive attraction of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast to top-tier life energy.

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up, and almost subconsciously, she walked quickly toward him.

"Xiao Wu?"

Tang San's brows tightened, and he immediately followed.

As the Mysterious Heaven Skill quietly circulated, Tang San instantly sensed the unusually pure, almost sacred soul power fluctuation on Chen Jieqi, something no ordinary soul master possessed.

What made him even more vigilant was Xiao Wu's reaction!

Xiao Wu had never been so proactive toward a stranger, let alone approached one without any defenses.

But at this moment, Xiao Wu was already standing in front of Chen Jieqi, looking up with her small face, her eyes full of curiosity.

"You... feel so comfortable!"

The comforting aura wafting toward her caused her to suppress the vigilance a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast should naturally possess.

She even subconsciously wanted to get closer, and closer still.

Tang San's expression darkened slightly. He stepped sideways, placing himself directly between Xiao Wu and Chen Jieqi, and assumed a starting stance.

"Who are you?"

His tone was not heavy, yet it carried undisguised wariness.

He scrutinized Chen Jieqi with his Purple Demon Eye; the man's soul power was unfathomable.

Moreover, Xiao Wu's affinity for him was far too abnormal.

Xiao Wu was immediately displeased. She reached out and gently pushed Tang San aside.

"Third Brother, what are you doing? He doesn't have any malicious intent!"

She truly felt that the aura on Chen Jieqi made her feel at ease.

So at ease that... it was just as relaxing as being by Third Brother's side.

Tang San's brows furrowed even tighter. He had intended to keep his composure.

A trace of crimson quietly welled up in the depths of his eyes, and his breathing grew slightly heavier, but it was immediately suppressed by his Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Chen Jieqi observed the two of them calmly. He glanced at Tang San to the side, catching the fleeting flash of hostility in the other's eyes at a single glance.

As expected, he was born with a murderous nature.

Xiao Wu had merely shown a hint of closeness toward him, not even amounting to clear affection, yet Tang San had already allowed wariness and hostility to sprout in his heart.

Yet, on the surface, he pretended to be calm, desperately concealing the fierce light in his eyes.

Clearly, he was afraid of being seen by Xiao Wu, which would ruin the gentle and harmless image he always maintained.

Chen Jieqi did not show anything on his face, merely offering a gentle smile as he retracted all his Holy Light.

He then bowed slightly, his voice calm and steady.

"I am Chen Jieqi. I am passing through Suotuo City and wished to visit the Arena to see the sights. I had no intention of disturbing you; my martial soul is simply unique by nature, and this was not intentional."

His tone was open and his gaze firm. He retracted and released his Holy Light aura with ease, showing neither arrogance nor hostility.

Tang San remained silent for a moment, his Purple Demon Eye still scrutinizing him.

He could be certain that this person possessed no killing intent and had an honest gaze; he did not seem like someone harboring evil thoughts.

Yet, the more this was the case, the more he felt... it was not simple.

Xiao Wu, however, had completely let down her guard. She leaned in a little closer, her eyes even curving into crescents.

"My name is Xiao Wu, the Wu from dancing!

Are you here to fight in the arena too?

Do you want to join us?

You feel so warm and comfortable~"

Tang San: "..."

Just as the atmosphere turned subtle, the shouts of Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others drifted over from not far away.

They were clearly calling for Tang San and Xiao Wu to return to the team and prepare for the team soul fight.

Chen Jieqi took the opportunity to gently pat the back of Xiao Wu's hand, using a gentle tone to create distance at just the right moment.

He found an excuse without leaving a trace.

"Xiao Wu, your companions are calling for you.

Go on over, don't delay everyone's soul fight."

He deliberately acted open and considerate, leaving a gentle and harmless impression in Xiao Wu's heart, while simultaneously displaying a posture of having no ulterior motives and retreating gracefully in front of Tang San.

Xiao Wu was still a bit reluctant. She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not linger any longer.

She simply waved at him before turning and walking toward the Shrek group.

Tang San took one last deep look at Chen Jieqi. He didn't say anything more and followed in Xiao Wu's footsteps.

The moment he turned, the Eight Spider Lances on his back trembled ever so slightly.

But he merely assumed it was the friction of his clothing and paid it no mind.

Chen Jieqi stood where he was, his gaze calm as he watched the two of them depart.

He noticed the slight protrusion beneath the clothing on Tang San's back, where the fabric had been stretched.

A faint smile, unnoticed by anyone, curled the corners of his lips.

Eight Spider Lances... it is complete.

That is good.