Tang San: I Killed the Soul Beast Fair and Square. What Did I Do Wrong?

Dragon Duke Meng Shu's gaze suddenly swept towards Lin Qingmo.

The old man's gaze lingered on Lin Qingmo for a few seconds, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

'Is this the twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor that the old woman was talking about?'

Indeed, he possesses an extraordinary demeanor.

Standing there, he exudes an undeniable presence.

However, now is not the time to focus on that; the matter of the Third Spirit Ring is still very important.

Dragon Duke withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhao Wuji again.

"Zhao Wuji."

Every word he uttered carried a heavy, oppressive weight.

"You must give us an explanation for this."

"I chased that Man Faced Demon Spider for a long time, and I was about to succeed, but your disciple slew it away."

"The Spirit Ring has already been absorbed and can't be returned. But someone has to bear the loss."

"This..."

Zhao Wuji's back was covered in sweat.

Previously, when only the Snake Matriarch was around, he could still hold on by relying on his Soul Saint cultivation.

But now the Dragon Duke has arrived—a true Soul Douluo, and the Dragon Duke and Snake Granny's Martial Soul Fusion Skill can even rival that of ordinary Titled Douluo.

What can he use to fight? His head?

He had already cursed Tang San, that troublemaker, hundreds of times in his mind.

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath, trying his best to make his expression appear respectful.

"Senior Dragon Duke Lord, Senior Snake Matriarch, this matter was indeed my student's oversight."

"Teacher Zhao, I..."

"Tang San!"

Zhao Wuji shouted and glared at Tang San, meaning "Shut up."

He then cautiously replied, "What kind of compensation would you like, senior? We at the Shrek Academy will do our best to meet your needs."

That's already a very polite way of putting it.

But Tang San wouldn't listen.

"I did nothing wrong!"

He stiffened his neck and raised his voice high.

"I killed that Man Faced Demon Spider with my own skills, and I absorbed the Spirit Ring myself. Why should I compensate you?"

Zhao Wuji's face turned green.

He wanted nothing more than to slap the kid into the ground.

Can't you see the situation clearly now?

Two experts at the Soul Douluo level are standing on the other side, and you, a Level 30 Junior Spirit Master, are just spouting nonsense here. Don't you want to die?

"Tang San!"

Zhao Wuji forced out the sound through clenched teeth.

"Shut up!"

Dragon Duke Meng Shu's face had darkened.

The old man's imposing aura, though not meant to be angry, suddenly erupted, and the surrounding air became heavy.

"What a quick-witted young man!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"If I hadn't severely injured that Man Faced Demon Spider first, do you think you could have killed it with your meager cultivation?"

The pressure was like a mountain pressing down on Tang San.

"Well!"

Tang San grunted, his face paling slightly, but his back remained ramrod straight.

He was unconvinced, and he simply refused to accept it.

Zhao Wuji inwardly groaned.

He glanced quickly at Lin Qingmo, then at Tang San, and quickly weighed the options in his mind.

We can't win by fighting.

run?

With so many students in tow, there's no way they can escape.

That leaves only one option.

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

"Senior Dragon Duke, please calm your anger."

He tried his best to make his tone sincere.

"My student is young and impetuous, and speaks without thinking. So, please, if you two need any compensation, just let me know."

At this point, he suddenly lowered his voice and transmitted his Soul Power, saying, "You two must have heard of my student's father."

That's a vague statement.

But Dragon Duke Meng Shu narrowed his eyes.

He understood perfectly well— Zhao Wuji was trying to find a powerful backer.

A background that makes even Soul Saint like himself so wary yet compelled to protect.

Who is his father?

The Dragon Duke transmitted his inquiry telepathically.

Zhao Wuji's expression turned solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "Tang Hao."

"!!!"

The Dragon Duke and Snake Granny's expressions changed drastically.

Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!

That name that once shook the entire Soul Master World!

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Dragon Duke stared at Zhao Wuji, then glanced at Tang San, who had a stubborn look on his face.

Finally, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Kid, what is your Martial Soul?"

"Blue Silver Grass".

Tang San replied indifferently.

"Um?"

Dragon Duke was puzzled.

Tang Hao is a member of the Clear Sky Sect, Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world.

Since Tang San is his son, how could he possibly possess the Trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass?

At this moment, Zhao Wuji hurriedly transmitted his voice, "Xiao San has Twin Martial Souls."

"What?!"

Dragon Duke was stunned.

The legendary Twin Martial Souls!

After quickly thinking it over, I realized it really might be possible.

How could someone with Trash Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass possibly cultivate to the Soul Elder? There's only one possibility: he possesses Second Martial Soul.

Upon considering this possibility, Dragon Duke suppressed his hostility.

If the other party's father is indeed Tang Hao, then the Meng Shu Family cannot afford to offend him.

Now he's going to accept his bad luck and figure out that he can just waste some more time searching for Spirit Ring for Ziran.

He stroked his beard and said, "Since Teacher Zhao has said so, let's discuss how to calculate this compensation."

The tone was still cold, but the oppressive feeling had eased slightly.

Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief; finally, there was something to talk about.

He turned around and glared fiercely at Tang San, his eyes warning: If you dare to say another word, I'll make you regret it when we get back!

Tang San turned his face away and stopped talking.

Xiao Wu stood beside Lin Qingmo, watching the standoff.

She quietly tugged at Lin Qingmo's sleeve.

"A-Qing, what do you think will happen?"

Lin Qingmo shrugged.

"It depends on how Teacher Zhao talks about it, but..."

A playful smile curved his lips.

"Tang San has really angered quite a few people this time."

Tang San suffered considerable losses during this Soul Hunting, except for his Three-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.

First, the Eight Spider Lances were gone; second, Oscar's relationship with the enemy deteriorated to the extreme.

Just when the atmosphere was about to freeze over.

Lin Qingmo, who no longer intended to stay in the Star Dou Great Forest, suddenly spoke up.

"This is Senior Dragon Duke Lord."

All eyes immediately turned to him, including Tang San, who was still sulking.

Lin Qingmo pointed in a direction, his expression calm.

"About five kilometers in that direction, there's a nest of Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent, probably over 1,500 years old, and of decent quality. If you're interested, you can go check it out."

There was a three-second silence after those words were spoken.

Zhao Wuji was somewhat surprised.

Dragon Duke Meng Shu's hand, which was stroking his beard, froze in mid-air. Snake Matriarch Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran also stared at him blankly.

Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent?

Or is it over 1,500 years old?

Are you kidding me!

The whereabouts of these rare Soul Beast are always elusive; even if you know their general area of activity, finding their exact lair still depends on luck.

This kid just blurts things out, and he's so sure about it?

"Kid."

Dragon Duke narrowed his eyes, his gaze scraping across Lin Qingmo's face like a knife.

Are you serious?

His tone was full of doubt.

It's no wonder he was overthinking it.

The Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent is a top-tier Agility-attack-type Soul Beast, possessing incredible speed and exceptional stealth capabilities.

Let alone two thousand years old, even a thousand-year-old one is hard to find.

Zhao Wuji had no idea how old this young man could be to know such information.