Tang San's Hypocritical Face Exposed! Utterly Shameless! Chen Xin's Reward!

The massive scroll in the sky did not grant the crowd much time to catch their breath.

Following the tragic finale where Chen Xin and Gu Rong dissolved into a rain of blood within the imagery, brilliant golden light gathered once more upon the Golden Ranking List.

The characters, which had previously been tinged with blood, now turned sacred and solemn once again.

A grand, celestial voice boomed in everyone's ears like the tolling of a great bell.

[In recognition of Sword Douluo Chen Xin's commendable loyalty and valor, and his nineteenth-place ranking on the Golden Ranking List, the Heavenly Dao reward is hereby granted!]

Hum—

A pillar of light reaching from the heavens descended, enveloping the one-armed old man atop the ramparts of Jialing Pass.

The Seven Kill Sword martial soul in Chen Xin's hand emerged of its own accord, beyond his control.

The originally silver-white blade began to crack and shatter inch by inch.

But this was not destruction.

It was rebirth.

Beneath the crumbling surface, a deeper, purer, and more iridescent radiance flowed forth.

The blade elongated, and mysterious blood-red patterns appeared on the hilt, exuding a divinity that seemed to chill the very heavens.

[Reward One: Martial Soul Evolution—Seven Kill God Sword!]

[Quality: Prototype Super Artifact. Attack power increased by 200%, comes with the god-level domain "Seven Kill Absolute Domain," ignores 50% of physical defense.]

But this was not the end.

Within the pillar of light, a crystal-clear fruit, roughly the size of an infant's fist, drifted slowly downward.

The fruit was wreathed in faint celestial energy; merely glancing at it made one feel the life force within their body leap for joy.

[Reward Two: One Dao Body Immortal Fruit!]

[Effect: Upon consumption, it can reshape the physical body, regenerate severed limbs, and mend all acquired or congenital defects. Even if one is shattered to pieces, as long as a single breath remains, one can be restored to their original state and recast into a flawless Dao Body.]

Looking at these two lines of large text, the entire Jialing Pass erupted.

How could these be mere rewards?

These were divine items capable of defying the heavens and changing one's fate!

The Seven Kill Sword was already a top-tier assault-type tool martial soul; now that it had evolved into a God Sword, Chen Xin's attack power would likely be unrivaled in the world.

And that Dao Body Immortal Fruit was a supreme treasure that countless disabled soul masters dreamed of.

Inside the temporary encampment of the Tang Sect.

The atmosphere had originally been as heavy as lead.

Dai Mubai's body had already been collected, and Tang San sat in the main seat, his expression so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Just a moment ago, his mind had been filled with thoughts of how to storm back to Skywater City, how to tear Shui Yue'er into ten thousand pieces, and how to rescue Xiao Wu.

That violent killing intent had made the surrounding air feel scorched.

But the moment the Sky Screen announced the rewards.

The red light in Tang San's eyes suddenly froze.

He jerked his head up, staring fixedly at the fruit wreathed in celestial energy within the Sky Screen.

Dao Body Immortal Fruit.

Repair all permanent damage.

These words struck like a thunderbolt, cleaving through his chaotic mind.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the person sitting in the corner.

Ma Hongjun.

This once high-spirited fatty was currently huddled in his chair, looking utterly dejected.

Ever since that accident, Ma Hongjun's lower body had suffered complete necrosis—a permanent injury caused by the backlash of his evil fire combined with an enemy's sneak attack.

No medicine could cure it.

Even with the most profound soul power, it was impossible to regenerate the necrotic organs.

Ma Hongjun was destined to be a eunuch for the rest of his life.

This had become the eternal pain in the fatty's heart, causing him to lose all drive on the path of cultivation.

But now, the opportunity had arrived.

"..."

Tang San's breathing became rapid.

Mubai was already dead.

Among the Seven Devils, only he, the fatty, and Oscar were brothers who had shared life-and-death bonds.

He could not watch the fatty remain a cripple for the rest of his life.

Not far away.

Chen Xin, having just received his rewards, was in a state of extreme exhilaration.

He looked down at the brand-new Seven Kill God Sword in his hand, feeling a power capable of severing the firmament, and the gloom that had originally stemmed from seeing his own death was swept away.

What excited him even more was that fruit.

Chen Xin tremblingly reached out his remaining left hand and caught the Dao Body Immortal Fruit.

With this, his right arm could return!

For a swordsman, losing the hand that held the sword was a pain beyond measure.

Although he had mastered left-handed swordsmanship, it was ultimately not as perfect as his right.

"Congratulations, Sword Grandpa!"

Ning Rongrong rushed over immediately, her face covered in tear tracks, yet she smiled exceptionally brightly.

"This is great, Sword Grandpa's arm can be restored, and the tragedies of the future won't happen!"

Gu Rong also walked over and patted his old partner on the shoulder, a rare, genuine smile appearing on that usually gloomy old face.

"Old Sword Man, your luck is truly enviable."

"Hurry up and eat it, let me see if you look pleasing to the eye once your arm grows back."

Chen Xin took a deep breath and nodded.

He picked up the fruit, preparing to place it into his mouth.

"Senior Sword Douluo, wait a moment."

A voice abruptly cut into the warm atmosphere.

It was not loud, yet it carried a tone that brooked no refusal.

Chen Xin's movements paused.

Ning Rongrong and Gu Rong were also stunned, instinctively looking toward the source of the voice.

They saw Tang San slowly stand up from his seat and walk over step by step.

His gaze was not on Chen Xin, nor was it on Ning Rongrong.

Instead, it was locked firmly onto the Dao Body Immortal Fruit in Chen Xin's hand.

That look.

Ning Rongrong was all too familiar with it.

It was the look Tang San only wore when he encountered rare immortal herbs.

A greed of certain victory, well-concealed beneath a calm exterior.

Ning Rongrong's heart skipped a beat.

She instinctively glanced back at Ma Hongjun in the corner.

In an instant, a terrifying thought exploded in her mind.

No.

It couldn't be, right?

Third Brother... could he actually be planning to snatch the thing that would save Sword Grandpa's life?

"Sect Master Tang, what advice do you have?"

Chen Xin frowned slightly, tightening his grip on the immortal fruit just a fraction.

As a top-tier Title Douluo, his perception of malice was extremely sharp.

Tang San walked up to within three steps of Chen Xin and stopped, cupping his hands in a junior's salute.

"Senior."

"This junior has a presumptuous request."

"I wonder if you would be willing to part with this Dao Body Immortal Fruit and yield it to me?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The entire place fell into a deathly silence.

Gu Rong's eyes widened, as if he had heard some colossal joke.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment.

Chen Xin's expression sank instantly.

"Sect Master Tang, do you know what you are saying?"

"This arm of mine was lost protecting the sect."

"Now that I have finally found a chance to restore it, you want me to give it to you?"

Tang San did not back down.

He wore a sincere expression, his tone even carrying a hint of sorrow.

"Senior, please calm your anger."

"This junior is not doing this for himself."

Tang San reached out and pointed toward Ma Hongjun in the corner.

"Everyone knows that Fatty, for the sake of Shrek and for everyone here, has been left with a lifelong disability."

"He is still just a child who hasn't even taken a wife or had children; if he were to be crippled for the rest of his life like this, it would be too cruel to him."

"Although Senior has lost an arm, your cultivation is heaven-defying, and you have long since grown accustomed to wielding your sword with your left hand, so it has little impact on your strength."

"But for Fatty, this fruit would be a gift of rebirth."

"This junior is willing to trade Tang Sect secret arts, or even a 50,000-year spirit bone, in exchange."

"I beg Senior to grant this request!"