Tang Er?

The Emerald Light defense and the emerald light waves are quite good, though it is impossible to encounter another Emerald Swan.

God King Tang San nodded slightly and said, "Not bad. Among all healing soul masters, this soul skill of yours ranks at the top."

In the world of Douluo Continent, most support-type martial souls are not particularly powerful; the truly formidable ones are the food-type martial souls, 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 possessed an External Soul Bone."

A soft emerald halo suddenly bloomed behind his back, and a pair of broad wings slowly unfurled.

The wings were breathtakingly beautiful; the main body possessed the texture of translucent ice-jade, with layers of feathers that seemed carved from the purest jade, yet they carried the vitality of a living thing.

Warm, gentle light flowed within them like molten jade marrow, and with every circulation, the pale gold patterns on the edges of the wings shimmered with a faint glow.

Xu Yuan flapped his wings gently, and fine, emerald-colored light motes drifted down from the feathers like crushed stars scattered upon the ground; wherever they touched, even the air seemed to become refreshed.

God King Tang San nodded slightly; he was not surprised at all.

He had, after all, used some of his own origin energy to reinforce this External Soul Bone.

Xu Yuan introduced, "This External Soul Bone is named Emerald Swan Wings, and it currently has two soul skills. The first is called Holy Healing Light Domain. Within this domain, all friendly units receive continuous and potent healing, while simultaneously being purified of non-physical negative status effects (such as poison, curses, and weakness). The healing light effects within the domain are intelligently distributed based on the severity of the teammates' injuries, prioritizing the stabilization of those critically wounded."

"The second soul skill is called Light Feather Protection. The wings fold together to form an emerald light shield, resisting physical and energy attacks, and releasing a healing wave when the shield shatters."

God King Tang San nodded slightly and said, "Not bad. Next, you must go to a certain place. This place is extremely important for you."

Hearing the words of God King Tang San, Xu Yuan looked at him with a face full of curiosity.

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

On the other side, Notting Academy.

Time rewinds to before Xu Yuan had absorbed his soul ring.

Tang San stripped off his clothes and entered the medicinal bath prepared for him by Yu Xiaogang.

Over the past two and a half years, thanks to these medicinal baths, Tang San's body had improved significantly compared to before, and he had grown much taller.

The water temperature of the bath was originally mild, carrying the bitter scent of herbs, but the moment Xu Yuan began to absorb the Emerald Swan soul ring, Tang San suddenly felt as if the blood throughout his body had been boiled; a searing pain spread wildly along his meridians.

"Ugh..." Tang San bit his teeth shut tightly, his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat.

The surface of the previously calm medicinal bath began to bubble with fine froth, as if countless tiny needles were pricking his body from within. Every inch of his muscle twitched, and the trajectory of his soul power circulation became completely chaotic, causing his meridians to throb with numbness.

"What is happening?" Tang San gripped the edge of the wooden tub so hard his knuckles turned white.

This was not a normal reaction to the medicinal bath; the liquid that had always been gentle and nourishing now felt corrosive, burning against his skin, with a piercing pain radiating even from the gaps in his bones.

He tried to circulate his Mysterious Heaven Skill to suppress it, but the moment he gathered his energy, a violent, twisting pain erupted in his dantian.

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

Tang San's face was as pale as paper, his lips devoid of color, and the water in the bath had been muddied by his cold sweat.

"Teacher... I..." Tang San wanted to say something, but was choked by a wave of intense pain; a metallic, sweet taste surged into his throat, which he forcibly swallowed down.

He did not understand why a routine medicinal bath would suddenly become so agonizing, as if the bones and tendons of his entire body were being forcibly torn apart and reshaped.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang was at a loss; he did not understand what was happening.

This medicinal bath was prepared according to the secret recipe of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Tang San's vision began to blur, the steam from the bath condensing into a white mist before his eyes. The searing pain poured from his limbs into his heart, as if countless small hammers were striking his meridians simultaneously.

He tried to prop himself up against the edge of the tub, but his arms had already lost their strength. His fingertips slid uselessly against the smooth wooden wall, and he finally crashed back into the water, splashing a murky spray.

"Ugh..." A suppressed groan escaped his teeth. Tang San's back arched like a dying fish.

The muscle spasms gradually subsided, and his tense body suddenly went limp. Tang San's head tilted to one side, his hair floating on the murky medicinal liquid, his face as white as a sheet as he completely lost consciousness.

The water in the tub continued to ripple slightly, reflecting his pale and pained expression.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang rushed over and fished Tang San out of the tub.

Without a second thought, Yu Xiaogang pulled the unconscious Tang San from the tub, wrapped his cold body in a nearby dry cloth, and rushed toward the infirmary.

Yu Xiaogang sprinted down the corridor with Tang San in his arms, the water dripping from his body making the floor exceptionally slippery.

He was burning with anxiety, thinking only of reaching the infirmary as quickly as possible, failing to notice the banana peel at the corner.

"Bang—"

With a dull thud, Yu Xiaogang's feet slipped. He instantly lost his balance, and Tang San slipped from his arms, flying forward like a kite with a broken string.

"San!" Yu Xiaogang screamed in shock, reaching out to grab him but catching only air.

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

Several students passing by were frightened by the sudden turn of events, watching helplessly as the usually steady youth fell to the ground completely defenseless, the cloth wrapped around him having come undone during the flight.

What was even more heart-wrenching was that as Tang San fell, his lower body struck a sharp stone at the edge of the bushes with unerring precision.

"Splat."

With a soft sound, accompanied by the dull thud of bone hitting stone, a striking red bloom instantly spread from between Tang San's legs, staining the green grass beneath him.

"Ah!"

Some girls were so frightened they covered their eyes.

The boys were also frozen in place, their faces deathly pale as they instinctively covered their crotches.

Just looking at that scene was painful.

Had Tang San effectively become Tang Er?

Tang Hao: "..."

Watching this scene unfold, Tang Hao was completely stunned; he had prepared to catch the boy from the bushes, never expecting Tang San to land squarely on a rock.

Tang Hao glared at Yu Xiaogang, then scooped up Tang San and flew away from the scene at high speed.

By the time Yu Xiaogang ran over, he found Tang San gone and was left completely dumbfounded.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the surrounding students and asked, "Have you seen Tang San?"

The surrounding students shook their heads to indicate they didn't know; they had only seen Tang San suddenly disappear and had no idea where he had gone.