Tang San: This Is What Family Is!

But when they saw Jiang Min bringing two people along, the other members of the Self-Strengthening Group couldn't help frowning.

"You were supposed to find people, and you came back with two kids?"

"Yeah. Even if they're talented and reached level ten at such a young age, how much help could they be on a Soul Hunting trip?"

"Exactly. We're here to hunt Spirit Beasts, not babysit."

"And there's a little girl with them. Don't take her inside. She'll wet herself when she sees a Spirit Beast."

Clearly, the other members of the Self-Strengthening Group had a problem with Tang San and Su Yun.

After all, their ages spoke for themselves. How long had it even been since they awakened their Martial Souls?

They'd reached level ten so young, which probably meant they spent every day cultivating. Just how strong could they be?

Hearing this, Tang San shot a sharp look at the last person who'd spoken. The Silent Sleeve Arrow in his hand was ready to fire at any moment.

He could put up with being looked down on and mocked, but he absolutely wouldn't tolerate anyone treating Su Yun like that.

This man had a Way of Seeking Death!

Just as things were about to come to a head, Jiang Min suddenly spoke up and scolded them.

"Don't talk nonsense. Xiao Li and Xiao Feiyu may be young, but they're both impressive. They just showed me what they can do, and they're a lot stronger than you.

"Enough!

"Let's introduce ourselves."

Though this was only a temporary group, Jiang Min had some authority as its leader. The members were displeased, but they still summoned their Martial Souls and introduced themselves.

"My name's Zhang Rui. My Martial Soul is a Donkey. After Martial Soul Possession, both my speed and strength increase."

"Meng Hao. My Martial Soul is Yellow Sand. After Martial Soul Possession, I can disorient Spirit Beasts and briefly control them."

"Wen Wu. My Martial Soul is a Wooden Bow. After Martial Soul Possession, I can attack from a distance. It comes with wooden arrows that have decent piercing power."

"Chen Yiyi. My Martial Soul is a Round Shield. After Martial Soul Possession, I can act as a tank and block Spirit Beast attacks."

Once all four had finished introducing themselves, Jiang Min turned to Su Yun and Tang San.

"You already know my name, so I won't repeat it.

"My Martial Soul is an Iron Bull.

"Iron Bull Possession!"

As soon as he spoke, Jiang Min summoned his Martial Soul. His limbs visibly swelled, and muscles spread across his body. His already imposing six-foot stature grew even taller and bulkier, his skin turned dark and glossy, and a pair of small bull horns appeared on either side of his head.

"After Martial Soul Possession, my strength and defense both increase. My attack power is decent, too, so I can take the lead in a fight."

When Jiang Min finished, everyone looked toward Su Yun and Tang San.

Seeing that everyone else had summoned their Martial Souls and introduced themselves, Su Yun followed suit. His introduction, however, was brief.

"Han Li. My Martial Soul is the Shadow Scythe. It has formidable attack power."

As the Shadow Scythe appeared, a purple glow spread around them. Everyone felt the air grow colder. Their necks prickled, and they couldn't help shivering.

Staring at the elegant, magnificent War Scythe in Su Yun's hand, two meters long, everyone swallowed hard.

They all reached the same conclusion: there was no doubt this was a powerful Martial Soul. Just from its appearance and the aura it gave off, Su Yun's Martial Soul outclassed theirs by miles.

He wasn't just talented—his Martial Soul was powerful, too!

At once, they stopped looking down on the two of them.

Then Tang San spoke.

"Li Feiyu. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. I can use Entanglement to wrap around enemies and hold them back."

??????

When Tang San finished speaking, the whole place fell silent. They looked at each other, thinking they must have misheard. Since when could someone become a Soul Master with a Trash Martial Soul?

Then Tang San summoned his Martial Soul. A blue light flashed, and a sprout appeared in his hand—the widely acknowledged Trash Martial Soul, the most common Blue Silver Grass on the continent.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Hahaha!"

After a brief silence, laughter burst out and echoed into the sky.

"Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul? Hahaha, I can't take it! I'm dying! Someone actually awakened that Trash Martial Soul and became a Soul Master!"

Wen Wu clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. Tears even welled in his eyes.

The others weren't much better.

"Yeah, that's ridiculous! Blue Silver Grass, and he says he can entangle enemies and hold them back! Oh, I can't take it!"

"Exactly. What is it, a rope? Blue Silver Grass snaps as soon as you pull on it. How's that supposed to hold anyone back?"

"Why bring someone with Blue Silver Grass along? I'll say it right now: if he's coming, I'm not."

Hearing them laugh and bicker, Tang San's expression didn't change in the slightest.

Jiang Min was helpless. This was only a temporary team, and although he was the leader, he couldn't make everyone fall in line with a single word. After all, once they entered the Soul Beast Forest, one careless mistake could cost them their lives. No one would gamble with their life, so Tang San would have to prove himself again.

Jiang Min turned to Tang San.

"Xiao Feiyu, why don't you show them what you can do?"

Before Tang San could move, Wen Wu cut in with a look of disdain.

"Show us what? What's there to show with a Trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass?

"Even if he's talented, so what if he awakened a Trash Martial Soul? It's useless—"

"Whoosh..."

Before Wen Wu could finish, something cut through the air, its fierce momentum sweeping across the entire group.

The next second, everyone who'd mocked Tang San—including Wen Wu—felt a gust of wind rush past. Then their necks went cold, and every hair on their bodies stood on end.

They stumbled backward and reached for their necks. A smear of crimson stained their hands.

Wen Wu stared blankly at the blood on his hand, as if his mind hadn't caught up with what had happened.

No one present except Tang San had realized what had just happened.

Just then, Su Yun rested the Shadow Scythe on his shoulder and spoke casually.

"If it can cut your skin, it can take your head off.

"You think your Martial Souls are powerful?

"Heh. In my eyes, they're not much better than Trash Martial Souls."

Everyone looked at Su Yun. The Shadow Scythe on his shoulder, which had been giving off a purple glow, had turned red at some point. Blood clung to its tip, dripping to the ground.

!!!!!!!!

Everyone stared at Su Yun in terror. Their hair stood on end, and cold sweat soaked their backs in an instant. Wen Wu backed away again and again, one hand clutching his neck and the other pointing at Su Yun in fear.

"You! You! You!"

Su Yun ignored him. With a flick of his hand, a tissue appeared in his palm.

He lowered the Shadow Scythe and wiped the blood from it, his voice cold.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Point at me again, and I'll cut your hand off."

Terrified, Wen Wu quickly pulled his hand back. The whole place fell silent, everyone staring at Su Yun in fear. Only Tang San felt a warm current rising in his heart.

Caring for each other, looking out for each other—that was what family was!

[Friendship points from Tang San +158.]