Pure Bamboo Douluo with Eighteen White Spirit Rings!

(Beautiful image of Xiao Wu)

[Your agility is unmatched; your opponents cannot even touch the hem of your clothes.]

[In the Grand Finals, you used a series of pole vaults to easily leap over the Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall and secure the championship!]

[You became the idol of the entire continent, surrounded by beauties!]

Tang San's eyes widened further and further.

Is the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo really that overpowered?

[In pursuit of greater strength, you traveled to the Capital of Slaughter.]

[The Capital of Slaughter: those who enter never leave, and their bones are never found.]

[Yet you, utilizing your continuous pole vaulting, easily crossed the Hell Road!]

[You obtained the Slaughter God's Domain!]

Tang San gasped.

That so-called Hell Road was passed just like that?

[After leaving the Capital of Slaughter, you arrived at Sea God Island and received the Nine Trials of the Sea God—heir to the Sea God!]

Tang San's heart hammered wildly.

Becoming a god! He could actually become a god!

[First Trial of the Sea God: Cross the double Sea God's Light and ascend three hundred and thirty-three steps.]

[God-level pressure; every step feels like carrying a mountain. Time limit: one year.]

Tang San frowned deeply.

How could anyone pass this?

[Because every one of your spirit rings is a Solitary Bamboo, your body is exceptionally resilient! Under the augmentation of the Solitary Bamboo Avatar, you unleashed a Super Pole Vault—]

[One vault to the summit!]

Tang San: ...

This works too???

[Years later, you possess eighteen Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo spirit rings! Eighteen white spirit rings shocked the entire continent! The world calls you—Pure Bamboo Douluo!]

[Relying on your eighteen-stage continuous pole vault, you leaped directly into the God Realm! At twenty-five, you achieved the status of Pure Bamboo God!]

[Yu Xiaogang wept tears of joy: "I, Yu Xiaogang, have trained a god!"]

[Simulation ended.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the simulation rewards—]

[Cultivation speed permanently increased by 5%!]

[Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul evolved into Blue Silver Emperor!]

[Obtained rare spirit bone: Two-and-a-Half-Year Chicken Claw Left Leg Bone (automatically absorbed)!]

Tang San snapped his eyes open.

First reaction: Cultivation speed increased?! Permanently effective?!

Second reaction: Blue Silver Emperor? My Blue Silver Grass evolved?! It's no longer a trash martial soul?!

Third reaction: A spirit bone?! A spirit bone, even rarer than spirit rings in legends?! I have one just like that?!

He looked down and saw his left leg faintly glowing, a warm power merging into his bones.

The spirit bone had truly been absorbed.

Tang San took a deep breath.

These rewards are way too insane!

A 5% increase in cultivation speed means practicing half a month more than others every year; over sixty years, that's two and a half years of extra practice!

With the martial soul evolved into the Blue Silver Emperor, its quality is maxed out!

From now on, if anyone calls Blue Silver Grass trash, he will be the first to disagree!

And this spirit bone, even if the name is a bit strange—some kind of chicken claw... it's still a spirit bone!

Something many powerhouses don't even have!

I am invincible!

Tang San trembled with excitement.

Then, only five words remained in his mind—

Grandmaster has misled me!!!

All that talk about "if there is a better choice, don't pick the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo," and "the Mandala Snake is more suitable for you"—it was all complete nonsense!

The simulator clearly showed that Grandmaster should have taken him to the bamboo forest and pointed at the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo, saying, "This is extremely suitable for you"!

Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo! Pole Vault! Twin Martial Souls eighteen-stage combo jump! Pure Bamboo Douluo!

That was the path he, Tang San, should have taken!

And now?

He glanced at the floating Mandala Snake spirit ring.

It doesn't matter!

Tang San stood up abruptly.

He would go back right now and absorb the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo spirit ring!

And from this moment on, he wouldn't let a single Solitary Bamboo go!

"San?" Grandmaster was startled, his lips turning purple and his face deathly pale. "Did something go wrong with the spirit ring absorption?"

"No!" Tang San clenched his fists, his gaze firm. "Teacher, where was that bamboo forest we passed when we came in?"

"Bamboo forest?" Grandmaster was stunned. "Why are you asking about that?"

"I have urgent business!" Tang San turned and ran. "Don't wait for me!"

"San! Stop! The Soul Hunting Forest is dangerous—"

Grandmaster's voice was left behind.

Tang San unleashed Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his figure weaving through the woods.

Soon, he found that bamboo forest.

The emerald green bamboo swayed in the wind, one stalk particularly eye-catching—a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo, its entire body like jasper, the segments long and slender.

That's the one!

Tang San quickly chopped down the Solitary Bamboo, sat cross-legged, and began to absorb the spirit ring.

The white spirit ring rose slowly, merging into his body.

Absorption successful!

Obtained first spirit skill: Pole Vault!

It worked!

Tang San opened his eyes, jumping up in excitement.

"First spirit skill—Pole Vault!"

A green bamboo pole appeared out of thin air in his hands; he propped it against the ground and launched himself into the air!

Three meters! Five meters! Ten meters!

Tang San carved a graceful arc through the air, landing steadily on the other side of the bamboo forest.

"Hahaha! This is fun!"

He vaulted again, then jumped once more, as happy as a child.

Meanwhile, deep in the bamboo forest.

A burly shadow stood behind a tree, the expression on his face gradually freezing.

Tang Hao.

He stared fixedly at his bouncing son, his fists cracking as he squeezed them.

I went through all the trouble to throw away a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake spirit ring, and you won't absorb it?

I've been protecting you from the shadows the whole way, and you ran back to absorb a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo?

And Pole Vault?

Blue veins throbbed on Tang Hao's forehead.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to rush out and beat Yu Xiaogang into a pulp.

"San's brain... exactly who did he inherit that from?"

"And that Yu Xiaogang! What kind of bullsh*t Grandmaster is he!!"

In the distance, Tang San jumped again.

"First spirit skill! Pole Vault!"

Tang Hao closed his eyes.

Forget it.

He's my own flesh and blood.

At the entrance of Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Lin Jiang leaned against the wall, happily studying his system panel.

Suddenly, the light screen flickered—

[Congratulations to the Host! Tang San simulation rewards returned one hundredfold!]

[Cultivation speed increased by 5% × 100! Obtained 500% cultivation speed boost!]

[Martial Soul Evolution × 100! Martial Soul Lizard evolved into Golden Dragon King!]

[Two-and-a-Half-Year Chicken Claw Left Leg Bone × 100! Obtained 250-year Tyrant Dragon Left Leg Bone (automatically absorbed)!]

[Calculating Subversion Points...]

[Obtained Subversion Points: 78]

[Current Subversion Points: 78]

Lin Jiang froze for a second.

The next second—

"Hahahaha!"

He nearly jumped right off the ground.

Five times the cultivation speed! Isn't this just cheating?

His Martial Soul evolved directly into the Golden Dragon King!

It was clearly a god-tier Martial Soul!

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon could just step aside!

And this spirit bone—

Lin Jiang looked down at his left leg. A 250-year Tyrant Dragon leg bone; although the age was a bit low, with the simulator in hand, he could definitely increase its age!

"Tsk tsk tsk, that little brat Tang San is truly promising." Lin Jiang couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear.

Just then.

A group of people walked out of the academy gates.

Leading them was a boy of twelve or thirteen, with a rigid expression, chin slightly raised, and a walking posture that was inexplicably familiar—

Wait.

This appearance, this temperament, this pretentious air...

Lin Jiang narrowed his eyes.

Why does he look so much like a young Yu Xiaogang?

Beside him was a girl with short emerald-green hair, a curvaceous figure, arms crossed over her chest, and a cold, aloof expression.

Behind them followed two lackeys, who looked like professional sycophants at a glance.

It was none other than Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Yu Feng, and Osler.

Lin Jiang was just about to slip away quietly, but Yu Tianheng had already looked over.

"Hmm?"

Yu Tianheng frowned, his gaze landing on Lin Jiang.

A six-year-old kid, wearing dirty, coarse cloth clothes, squatting in the corner of the academy wall.

The corner of his mouth curled up.

"What kind of trash dares to squat at the entrance of our academy?"