Tang Two?

The Jade Light Defense and Emerald Wave were pretty good, but unfortunately, it was impossible to encounter another Emerald Swan.

God King Tang San gave a slight nod. "Not bad. Among all healing Soul Skills, yours is top-tier."

Most support-type Martial Souls in the world of Douluo Continent weren't very powerful. The powerful ones were the Food-type Martial Soul, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, and the Nine Heart Begonia.

Xu Yuan continued, "By the way, my lord, after I absorbed the Emerald Swan Soul Ring, I discovered that I had gained an External Soul Bone."

A gentle emerald-green glow suddenly spread behind him, and a pair of broad wings slowly unfolded.

The wings were so beautiful they took one's breath away. Their translucent bodies had the luster of fine jade, and their layered feathers seemed carved from the purest stone, yet brimmed with the vitality of life.

A warm radiance flowed slowly within them, like molten jade marrow circling inside. With each passing wave, the pale golden patterns along the edges of the wings glimmered.

Xu Yuan gave his wings a light beat. Flecks of emerald light sifted down from between the feathers like crushed stars scattered across the ground. Wherever they touched, even the air seemed to grow fresher.

God King Tang San gave a slight nod. He wasn't surprised at all.

He had used some of his own source energy to strengthen this External Soul Bone.

Xu Yuan explained, "This External Soul Bone is called the Emerald Swan's Wings, and it currently has two Soul Skills. The first is called Holy Healing Light Domain. Within this domain, all allied units receive powerful, continuous healing, while nonphysical negative effects on them—such as poison, curses, and weakness—are cleansed. The healing light is intelligently distributed according to the severity of each ally's injuries, prioritizing those who are gravely wounded."

"The second Soul Skill is called Light Feather Protection. The wings fold together to form an emerald shield that blocks physical and energy attacks. When the shield breaks, it releases a healing wave."

God King Tang San nodded slightly. "Not bad. Next, you need to go somewhere. This place is very important to you."

Hearing God King Tang San's words, Xu Yuan looked at him curiously.

Seeing Xu Yuan's curious expression, God King Tang San said, "The Blue Silver Forest."

Elsewhere, at Notting Academy.

Rewind to before Xu Yuan had absorbed his Soul Ring.

Tang San took off his clothes and stepped into the medicinal bath Yu Xiaogang had prepared for him.

Thanks to the medicinal baths, Tang San's health had improved greatly over the past two and a half years, and he had grown quite a bit taller.

The bathwater was normally warm, carrying the bitter scent of herbs. But the moment Xu Yuan began absorbing the Emerald Swan Soul Ring, Tang San suddenly felt as if the blood throughout his body were boiling. Scalding pain raced through his meridians.

"Ugh..." Tang San clenched his teeth, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.

Fine bubbles rippled across the previously calm bathwater, as if countless needles were pricking him from within. Every muscle twitched, and the flow of his Soul Power went completely haywire, crashing against his meridians until they went numb.

"What's going on?" Tang San gripped the edge of the tub, his knuckles whitening from the force.

This wasn't how a medicinal bath was supposed to feel. The soothing liquid that usually nourished him now seemed corrosive, burning against his skin. Even the spaces between his bones throbbed with piercing pain.

He tried to circulate the Mysterious Heaven Skill to suppress it, but the moment he drew in his breath, a violent cramp seized his dantian.

"Xiao San? What's wrong?" Hearing the commotion in the bathing room, Yu Xiaogang pushed open the door and saw Tang San curled up in the tub.

Tang San's face was as pale as paper, his lips drained of color. His cold sweat had muddied the bathwater.

"Teacher... I..." Tang San tried to speak, but a surge of pain choked him off. Something metallic rose in his throat, and he forced it back down.

He didn't understand. It was just an ordinary medicinal bath, so why had it suddenly become so agonizing? It felt as if the bones and muscles throughout his body were being forcibly torn apart and remade.

Yu Xiaogang was at a loss. He had no idea what was happening.

He had prepared this medicinal bath according to a secret recipe from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Tang San's vision began to blur. The steam from the bath condensed into a white fog before his eyes, and scalding pain surged from his limbs into his heart, as if countless little hammers were pounding his meridians all at once.

He tried to push himself upright against the rim of the tub, but his arms had already given out. His fingertips slipped uselessly against the smooth wood, and then he crashed back into the water, splashing up a clouded spray.

"Ugh..." A muffled groan slipped through Tang San's clenched teeth. His back arched like that of a dying fish.

The spasms gradually eased. His rigid body suddenly went slack, and Tang San's head lolled to one side. His hair floated on the murky medicinal liquid, his face as white as paper. He had completely lost consciousness.

The water in the tub still rippled faintly, reflecting his pale, pained face.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang hurried forward and hauled Tang San out of the tub.

Yu Xiaogang had no time to think. He yanked the unconscious Tang San out of the tub, hastily wrapped his cold body in a dry cloth, then scooped him up and raced toward the infirmary.

Yu Xiaogang sprinted down the corridor with Tang San in his arms. The water on the floor made it especially slippery.

His heart was pounding with worry. He only wanted to get to the infirmary as quickly as possible, and didn't notice the banana peel around the corner.

"Thud—"

Yu Xiaogang's foot slipped with a dull thump, and he instantly lost his balance. Tang San flew from his arms like a kite with its string cut.

"Xiao San!" Yu Xiaogang cried out in alarm, reaching for him, but catching only empty air.

Tang San's body traced an arc through the air before crashing into the grass outside the corridor.

Several students passing by were startled by the sudden accident. They stared as the normally composed youth fell helplessly to the ground, the dry cloth already flying off him.

Even worse, as Tang San fell, his lower half struck a sharp stone at the edge of the grass, dead center.

"Squish."

A soft sound, followed by the dull thud of bone hitting stone. A splash of glaring red instantly spread between Tang San's legs, staining the grass beneath him.

"Ah!"

A girl covered her eyes in fright.

The boys froze in place, their faces deathly pale, and instinctively covered themselves below.

Just looking at it hurt.

Tang San had gone straight from Tang San to Tang Two, hadn't he?

Tang Hao: "..."

Tang Hao, watching the scene, was completely dumbfounded. He had been ready to catch Tang San in the grass, but never expected him to land squarely on a stone.

Tang Hao glared at Yu Xiaogang, scooped Tang San up, and swiftly flew away.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang ran over. When he realized Tang San was gone, he was completely stunned.

Yu Xiaogang turned to the students around him and asked, "Have any of you seen Tang San?"

The students shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know. They had only seen Tang San suddenly disappear; they had no idea where he had gone.