Tang San's Second Challenge

He did not need Tang Hao to do anything; Tang Hao doing nothing at all would be the greatest help.

Once Xu Yuan graduated, he would have him befriend Dai Mubai and the others.

Dai Mubai and his group were his core team, destined to help him manage the God Realm in the future.

This time, he would absolutely not let that lazy Ma Hongjun slack off; he would ensure Ma Hongjun became a first-rank Fire God.

Whenever God King Tang San thought of what happened back then, he wished he could beat that lustful idiot Ma Hongjun to death.

After accepting a god trial, there were only two possibilities: the first was to become a god, and the second was death.

When Ma Hongjun failed, he had stepped in to save him and even asked the old Asura to help him find a Phoenix God divine position.

Otherwise, Ma Hongjun would have died long ago; how could he have ever become the Phoenix God?

After befriending Dai Mubai and the others, he needed to find a way for Xu Yuan to encounter Dugu Yan so that Xu Yuan could cure her poison.

Dugu Yan would certainly tell Dugu Bo, and then once Xu Yuan headed to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, he would be able to meet Dugu Bo.

Upon meeting Dugu Bo, he would cure Dugu Bo's poison and then consume immortal herbs to boost his own strength.

Immediately afterward, he would head to the Four Single-Attribute Clans and recruit them to rebuild the Tang Sect.

In the blink of an eye, a year passed.

During this year, Xu Yuan felt somewhat unaccustomed to the situation, mainly because Tang San had not come to challenge him, which left him feeling puzzled.

He could not understand what was wrong with Tang San.

Xu Yuan's current level had already reached level 29.

He knew very well that if it weren't for the awakening of his Blue Silver Emperor martial soul earlier, his level could not have reached level 29 so quickly.

Xu Yuan went about his usual routine, finishing the cleaning he was responsible for.

"Xu Yuan, I challenge you!"

Tang San arrived before Xu Yuan and issued a challenge he had not made in a long time.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu immediately jumped out like a bristling little rabbit, spreading her arms to block Xu Yuan, glaring at Tang San as she said indignantly, "Tang San, are you ever going to quit? You've been challenging him constantly; can't you take a break?"

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu's protective stance and sighed helplessly, though his eyes remained fixed on Xu Yuan. "Xiao Wu, this is a spar between me and Xu Yuan, not a fight."

Tang San paused, then unhooked an exquisite storage Soul Tool from his waist—it was none other than the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

"Let's do this: I'll use this as a wager. If I lose, this Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges belongs to you."

After his injuries healed, his strength had improved rapidly; he soon reached level 20 and found a soul beast suitable for himself.

Yu Xiaogang had told him to come and challenge Xu Yuan again, believing that Xu Yuan could not possibly have a cultivation speed as fast as his own.

In the distance, Yu Xiaogang watched all of this, not believing for a moment that Xu Yuan would lose.

After being injured, he had asked the principal to write a letter to his father, requesting that he send a healing-type soul master to treat him.

After some time, the healing-type soul master arrived and treated the wounds on his body.

However, there was one area of injury that the healing-type soul master could not fully cure: his lower parts.

Now, he could only use that part to urinate; other than that, it was completely useless.

He was furious and wanted to take revenge on the person who had beaten him, but he did not know who it was.

Therefore, he blamed Xu Yuan, feeling that if Xu Yuan had taken him as a master back then, none of these things would have happened.

"Go for it, Tang San, teach Xu Yuan a harsh lesson," Yu Xiaogang whispered as he watched Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan's gaze swept over the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges in Tang San's hand, then glanced at the sinister-looking Yu Xiaogang in the distance, a faint curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He could feel the repressed resentment radiating from Yu Xiaogang, like a poison-tipped needle quietly pricking at him.

"The wager is unnecessary," Xu Yuan said, raising a hand. "It's just a spar; let's stop once we've made our point."

Tang San shook his head, pushing the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges forward. "There must be a wager to provide motivation. Xu Yuan, your soul power must have improved significantly over the past year. I want to see if the gap between us has widened again."

His tone carried the competitive spirit typical of a youth, yet hidden deep in his eyes was a desperate craving for strength.

During the year since his recovery, he had cultivated with a near-suicidal mindset; Yu Xiaogang's words—that Xu Yuan could never be faster than him—acted like a whip, driving him forward every single day.

Xiao Wu snorted from the side, "Tang San, you're just looking for a beating! Xu Yuan is much stronger than you now!"

Xu Yuan said to Tang San, "Let's go to the training ground to spar; sparring here will disturb others."

Tang San nodded in agreement and turned to walk toward the training ground.

Xu Yuan followed closely behind, curious about what Tang San had experienced over the past year to make him so confident.

Xiao Wu stomped her feet and followed them angrily, muttering that if he dared to hurt Xu Yuan, she would not let him off.

The ground of the training ground was made of compacted Kitsuchi, surrounded by a waist-high wooden fence. By now, many students had been attracted by the commotion, peering inside through the fence in twos and threes.

Tang San stood in the center of the field, took a deep breath, and his soul power surged suddenly as pale blue Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his palms.

After a year of absence, his Blue Silver Grass seemed even tougher, and his soul power fluctuations were much steadier than before.

"I am level 21 now," Tang San said in a low voice, declaring his level with a hint of imperceptible pride in his eyes.

To be able to break through to Soul Power Level 21 in such a short time after recovering from his injuries, even across the entire Douluo Continent, he could be considered an outstanding talent.

God King Tang San glanced at the fortune surrounding Tang San and, upon discovering that it had diminished, felt a sense of profound regret.

He understood why Tang San had been able to raise his level so quickly in just half a year; it had come at the cost of his own fortune, a fact of which Tang San remained unaware.

Xu Yuan raised an eyebrow and, rather than stating his level, simply released his Blue Silver Emperor.

The Blue Silver Emperor carried a majestic vitality, its sky-blue radiance nearly blinding to the eye; it was nearly twice as thick as Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, and its soul power fluctuations were like a deep abyss, faintly suppressing Tang San's own.

A chorus of gasps erupted from the surroundings.

"My god, how did Xu Yuan's martial soul become like this?"

"This color... this aura... it's far stronger than Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, isn't it?"

"Looking at his soul power level, it doesn't look like just level 21!"

Tang San's pupils constricted slightly; although he had been mentally prepared, he had not expected Xu Yuan's progress to be so astonishing.

The aura of this martial soul alone was enough to make him feel the pressure.

At the same time, he felt his own Blue Silver Grass being suppressed by Xu Yuan's Blue Silver Emperor.

In the distance, Yu Xiaogang saw this scene, his expression sinking instantly as his hand gripping his cane tightened until his knuckles turned white.

He had originally assumed that Xu Yuan would at best be on par with Tang San, or perhaps even lag behind due to a lack of his guidance, but the gap before his eyes felt like a slap to his face.

That resentment surged in the depths of his heart, leaving him almost unable to breathe.

Why? Why should this brat who refused to take him as a master possess such talent?