Martial Soul Mutation

Tang Yuehua: "..."

Looking at this group of elders and relatives whose thinking was still stuck in the "brute force" stage, she felt a lump in her throat and almost couldn't breathe.

She felt that her meticulously planned strategy, comparable to court politics, was completely futile. A deep sense of powerlessness and absurdity welled up inside her.

She finally understood why her father and elder brother had often struggled with these elders when they were in charge of the sect. Guiding these "brutes" who only believed in absolute power to conduct sophisticated political operations was no less difficult than teaching a tiger to embroider.

Her path to revenge was thwarted from the very first step by her own family members' inability to understand her.

They tried to lure and manipulate them into working for them, but they didn't take the bait at all.

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The atmosphere in the main hall became extremely strange. Tang Yuehua's long speech, which quoted extensively from classical texts and analyzed the pros and cons, was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, failing to even create a decent ripple, and was completely ignored by the elders.

They seemed not to have heard what she had just said, and quickly returned to the original topic, arguing heatedly again about simple and direct questions such as "whether or not to come out of seclusion" and "who to fight first if you do come out of seclusion," their faces flushed and spittle flying.

"If you ask me, we should just go down the mountain and smash those few traitorous sects that have sided with the Spirit Hall!"

"Nonsense! Going down the mountain now would just be running right into the Spirit Hall's trap! We should keep the mountain closed!"

"Close the mountain! Close the mountain! If we keep closing it off, the reputation of our Clear Sky Sect will rot in the mountains!"

Tang Yuehua was left alone, still standing forlornly in the center of the hall. Her previous elegance and composure had vanished, leaving only immense embarrassment and a sense of humiliation at being looked down upon. She felt like a performer putting on a show on stage while the audience chatted amongst themselves.

What chilled her to the bone even more was that, during the lulls in their arguments, the elders cast undisguised glances of disgust and even resentment at her.

She knew very well the source of this disgust—her second brother, Tang Hao.

Back then, Tang Hao's pursuit of his Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast wife sparked widespread outrage, leading to a chain reaction that resulted in heavy losses for the Clear Sky Sect. Many sect disciples were ambushed and killed by the Spirit Hall while traveling, or died in subsequent conflicts. Among these elders were some of their nephews and direct disciples who perished in that turmoil.

In their eyes, Tang Hao was the culprit, causing a terrible disaster, yet he himself became Titled Douluo and lived a carefree life for so many years before finally dying. Meanwhile, their innocent relatives had long since become wandering ghosts.

Now, Tang Hao's sister stands here, speaking eloquently about the sect's grand plans. In their eyes, she not only lacks any persuasiveness but also seems like an irony and an eyesore. They unconsciously transfer their resentment towards Tang Hao to Tang Yuehua, who is connected to him by blood.

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To be honest, as the daughter of the former sect leader, Tang Yuehua was someone these elders had watched grow up, and initially they didn't intend to hold a grudge against her too much because of Tang Hao's matter.

In their view, Tang Yuehua, a young female Soul Scholar, was not free to participate in that turmoil back then, and could even be considered a victim. As long as she behaved herself and lived quietly within the sect, they would not deliberately make things difficult for her, as a way of saving face for the old sect leader.

The problem is, this girl... is just too energetic!

Not content with living quietly on the periphery of the sect, she always tried to participate in discussions of the sect's core affairs. This time, she even stood directly in the center of the main hall, gesturing wildly at the elders and talking endlessly about "schemes" and "plots" that they couldn't understand and didn't care to listen to.

This feeling is like a butterfly that could have been ignored, but always flaps its wings in front of you at the worst possible time, trying to guide you in the direction you're flying, which is so annoying that it's hard to ignore it.

Her behavior and mannerisms, which were completely out of step with the straightforward and force-oriented style of the Clear Sky Sect, were seen by her as wisdom and foresight, but in the eyes of these elders, they were seen as unreliable, scheming, and even somewhat ungrateful.

"Why would you give up being the proper young lady of the Clear Sky Sect and insist on learning those despicable schemes from outsiders!"

"Just like her troublemaking brother, neither of them are well-behaved!"

"What a heroic figure the old sect leader was, how could he have fathered such a pair of children... Alas!"

These thoughts swirled in the minds of several elders who already harbored resentment towards Tang Hao, making their gazes towards Tang Yuehua increasingly hostile. The more she tried to impress them and persuade them, the more she stirred their disgust for Tang Hao, and the more they found her an eyesore.

Tang Yuehua sensed this undisguised rejection, and the feeling of grievance and helplessness in her heart almost overwhelmed her. She couldn't understand why she was being treated this way when she had devoted herself to the sect's plans. She felt that there was an ever-thickening, colder wall separating her from the sect where she had grown up.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something more, but in the end, amidst the noisy arguments and indifferent gazes, she silently closed her mouth, her elegant figure swaying slightly, as if she were about to lose her balance.

She knew that she would not get the result she wanted today, no matter what. Not only had she failed to advance the sect, she had also put herself in an even more isolated and awkward situation.

These malicious whispers were like cold needles piercing Tang Yuehua's heart. Her face grew even paler, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

Not only did she fail to persuade the sect, but her situation became even more difficult due to her second brother's old grudge, which even intensified the resentment of some elders towards her.

The path to seeking help from a sect seems fraught with difficulties from the very beginning. The first target that Tang Yuehua wants to strike with the Clear Sky Hammer is herself.

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In stark contrast to Tang Yuehua, who struggled and was looked down upon within the Clear Sky Sect, her nephew Tang San thrived in the Star Dou Great Forest, a place governed by the law of the jungle, like a dragon returning to the sea.

After completely abandoning the rules of the Tang Sect in his previous life and the so-called morality and etiquette taught by Yu Xiaogang in this life, and willingly embracing depravity to become a true Fallen Soul Master, Tang San felt not restraint, but a distorted and complete "freedom of self".

His hidden obsession, ruthlessness, and desire for control found unprecedented release and satisfaction in killing and devouring.

This mental "liberation," coupled with his terrifying talent and cheat-like abilities, led to his rapid progress in strength.

His Tang Sect Secret Arts techniques— Hidden Weapon and poison—were originally designed for covert killing, and in this environment, they were brought to their fullest potential. He no longer needed any reason; any Soul Beast that appeared before him, posed a threat, or caught his eye became his hunting target.

Along his journey, countless Soul Beast had perished at his hands. His evolved and even more ferocious Eight Spider Lances had become the most efficient devouring tool, frantically plundering the Soul Power and life essence of his prey to nourish himself. His strength had increased rapidly, and he had already reached the pinnacle of the Soul Ancestor, about to break through to the Soul King realm.

Even more terrifying is that he possesses memories of his previous life. This gives him a far greater understanding of the Star Dou Great Forest than any native Soul Master. He knows exactly which areas are inhabited by the Man Faced Demon Spider, and even remembers the activity range of some specific powerful individuals.

Thus began a series of one-sided massacres targeting the Man Faced Demon Spider race.

Compared to Tang San's elusive and unpredictable Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his cunning and ruthless Hidden Weapon techniques, his insidious and bizarre Tang Sect poisons, and his indestructible Mysterious Jade Hand and Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon techniques, those notorious ferocious and cunning Man Faced Demon Spider were like green recruits on their first battle.

Their hard carapaces were precisely pierced by poisoned Hidden Weapon that struck their compound eyes, joints, and other vulnerable points; their spider webs were easily torn apart by Mysterious Jade Hand; and their renowned poisons were utterly ineffective in front of Tang San, the master of poisons.

Battles often end in a very short time. The Man Faced Demon Spider didn't even have time to let out a desperate cry before it was pierced by the Eight Spider Lances. In extreme pain, it watched helplessly as its life and power were drained, turning into a pile of nourishment on Tang San's path to advancement.

Tang San reveled in the feeling of controlling the lives and deaths of others and plundering everything. He trod upon the corpses of Soul Beast, going further and further down the path of depravity and slaughter, growing stronger and stronger. The perilous Star Dou Great Forest, however, became a perfect hunting ground tailor-made for him.

With the death and absorption of the last Man Faced Demon Spider, Tang San's Second Trial of the Rakshasa God's Trial was officially completed!

Chapter 247 Martial Soul Mutation

The Divine Realm, a dark corner.

The Rakshasa God watched with great interest as Tang San efficiently completed the divine test she had set for him in the mortal realm.

She was satisfied with the heir's "outstanding" performance, but when distributing the reward, she still adhered to her style of being both "stingy" and "torturous," and stingily drew upon a trace of Rakshasa Divine Power to pour it down.

In the lower realm, deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

Tang San, who was sitting cross-legged, digesting the power of the last Man Faced Demon Spider, suddenly felt a cold, God of Evil, yet incredibly powerful energy surge into his body and precisely injected into the Eight Spider Lances, his External Soul Bone, on his back!

"Ugh!"

The intense pain caused him to let out a low growl, and the eight purplish-black spider legs burst out of his body uncontrollably, beginning to undergo visible deformation!

The already menacing spider legs became even thicker and more twisted, covered with a dark, metallic sheen, and sprouted terrifying, serrated spikes along the edges. The tips of the Spider Spear became even sharper, gleaming a chillingly deep purplish-black in the dim forest light, clearly indicating the presence of extremely potent venom.

Rakshasa God Edition - Eight Spider Lances, born!

Completely different from the Sea God's Eight Wings evolved in his previous life under the gentle transformation of the Sea God Divine Power, which were sacred, magnificent, and possessed the ability to fly and purify.

In this life, Tang San has missed out on all positive opportunities.

Without the tempering of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and the strengthening of the body with immortal Immortal Herb.

They did not return to the Blue Silver Forest to receive the pure baptism and evolution of the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline.

It also lacked the passionate, pure life energy that Xiao Wu's sacrifice brought, stemming from deep love.

Instead, there is the monstrous, greedy, and God of Evil nature of the Man Faced Demon Spider, and the pure yet twisted dark divine power of the Rakshasa God, which originates from the most evil thoughts in the world.

Under the combined catalysis of these two extreme negative forces, Tang San's Eight Spider Lances surged toward extreme God of Evil, with no turning back.

The evolved Eight Spider Lances are a perfect weapon for slaughter and devouring.

The devouring ability has been upgraded, no longer just devouring Soul Power and life force, but also directly devouring a portion of the target's soul fragments! This means that the opponents killed by it cannot even find peace in their souls. Parts of their memories, pain, and even the origin of their souls will become nourishment for Tang San. The process is extremely cruel, allowing him to acquire the combat experience and secrets of his prey more quickly.

The toxins on the Spider Spear, amplified by the Rakshasa Divine Power, were several times more potent. They not only corroded the body but also eroded the spirit. Those poisoned would suffer the dual agony of physical decay and soul tearing apart. Without the intervention of a top-tier antidote or divine power, death was almost certain.

The Spider Spear's outer shell became incredibly hard, gleaming with a metallic, dark, cold light. Its physical defense was far superior to before, and it could even withstand the fierce attacks of Power Attack System Soul Master of the same level without being damaged.

At this moment, the Eight Spider Lances had completely degenerated into a demonic weapon exuding an ominous aura. Every swing of it seemed to carry the wails of wronged souls and bone-chilling malice.

Tang San could even clearly feel the thirst and icy power emanating from the Eight Spider Lances behind him, a power that seemed to possess its own consciousness.

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But that wasn't the end of it. After the pure Rakshasa Divine Power was used to modify the Eight Spider Lances, it did not completely dissipate. Instead, it began to erode Tang San's two Martial Soul like a source of pollution.

His original, crystal-clear, sapphire-like Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul had changed continuously as Tang San grew. At this moment, it had lost all its bright colors and transformed into a twisted form that was entirely purple-black. The edges of its leaves were like serrated edges, and its vines were covered with strange patterns, exuding a strong aura of darkness and corruption. It no longer represented life and resilience, but possessed the dual attributes of darkness and devouring, becoming even more bizarre and difficult to defend against.

His Clear Sky Hammer, symbolizing the number one weapon Martial Soul in the world, was also not spared. The originally simple, majestic, and powerful hammer was now quietly covered with strange purple-black runes that exuded God of Evil and ominous aura.

Although its weight and hardness seem to have increased, the pure power that could overcome all laws with sheer force has been replaced by a cold, corrosive evil aura.

Tang San looked at the drastic changes to his Martial Soul, his brows furrowed, and his face showed not joy but obvious dissatisfaction.

He subconsciously stroked his Clear Sky Hammer, which had also been tainted by the Rakshasa Divine Power and become cold and sinister. What came to mind was the sacred and magnificent Sea God's Eight Wings and the incomparably majestic Asura Divine Sword that judged all living beings in his previous life.

That was the supreme form that matched his aesthetic sense and could demonstrate his status and power.

Now, these Eight Spider Lances, with their purplish-black, twisted, and ghostly appearance, although seemingly powerful, are ultimately inferior in his mind, like low-class demons and heretics.

"Rakshasa God..." Tang San silently recited the name of this godhood in his heart, a flicker of discontent and ambition burning in his eyes. "This is not my end. Once I've grown stronger using your power, the Sea God, the Asura God... those even more powerful godhoods, I will reclaim them!"

He calmed his mind, no longer dwelling on the external appearance of his Martial Soul, and instead began to familiarize himself with the new power brought about by the mutation. In any case, power is power; he would grasp it first.

As for the future...

He believed that with his own skills and memory, he could always find a way to escape this unpleasant predicament and return to his peak.

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Feeling the two Mutated Martial Soul within his body, which had become significantly stronger due to the Rakshasa Divine Power, Tang San's confidence swelled as well.

The mutated Blue Silver Grass's originally gentle absorption and regeneration abilities have completely transformed into an incomparably domineering devouring ability. Once parasitized by its seeds or vines, one's life force will be forcibly drained like a flood, until one is reduced to a dried-up corpse.

While retaining its ultimate power, the mutated Clear Sky Hammer also possesses the erosive and corrosive properties of darkness, further enhancing its destructive power. Wherever the hammer's wind reaches, it seems to be able to devour even light.

His sudden surge in strength gave him a greater ability to protect himself in the perilous Star Dou Great Forest. However, he had no intention of leaving.

His gaze fell upon the deepest part of the forest, to the Lake of Life, which was revered as a sacred place by the Soul Beast.

Sky Azure Bull Python Da Ming and Titan Giant Ape Er Ming!

Having completely lost Xiao Wu, these two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast are "resources" he must strive to acquire.

In his previous life, he received their sacrifices, which allowed his cultivation to advance rapidly. After becoming a god, he also resurrected them, and he knew their personalities, weaknesses, and even the secrets surrounding the Lake of Life.

Even so, given this second chance at life, Tang San was only 30% confident he could persuade them.

The reason is simple: Da Ming and Er Ming harbored a deep aversion and hatred towards humans. If Xiao Wu hadn't returned to the Star Dou Great Forest in their previous life and kept telling them about Tang San's many "good points," and if they hadn't been besieged by the Spirit Hall and been poisoned by Bibi Dong, which meant they were doomed, they would never have sacrificed their entire cultivation to a human.

In this life, without Xiao Wu as a crucial link, Tang San is nothing more than a human Soul Master has trespassed into their sacred land with a God of Evil and suspicious aura. To think that he could persuade them to willingly sacrifice themselves with just a few words is nothing short of a pipe dream.

"A 30% chance of success... it's worth a try." Tang San's eyes darkened. Even if he couldn't persuade them, he had a backup plan—a forced hunt!

Although the risks are extremely high, the rewards are equally enormous. The Rakshasa God's test inherently requires endless killing and plunder.