Enemies Meet, Eyes Red with Hatred

Beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, water vapor swirled in a dense mist.

Tang San stepped out from the spring, which was half-cold and half-hot.

He picked up the clothes left to the side and dressed with fluid, efficient movements. The pallor that had previously lingered on his face due to the alternating forces of ice and fire had now returned to a healthy, ruddy glow.

"Little San, are you alright now?" Tang Hao's voice came from nearby, laced with concern.

Three days ago, when they—father and son—arrived here with Tang Xiao, they had not seen Dugu Bo; he must have been away.

After Tang San selected suitable immortal herbs for his father and uncle, he had Tang Hao ingest the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Infernal Delicate Apricot together, causing his body to fluctuate between freezing cold and scorching heat.

Before entering the water, Tang San had specifically warned them not to touch the herbs here at will, lest they be poisoned to death. He then stripped off his clothes and leaped into the spring, which possessed the power to temper the physical body.

"I am fine, Father." Tang San turned to look at Tang Hao and Tang Xiao. "Have you and Uncle absorbed the medicinal power yet?"

Tang Xiao stretched his limbs, feeling the surging soul power within him, and laughed heartily: "Good lad, the immortal herbs you found are truly miraculous!"

"I feel as if I've grown twenty years younger, and my soul power bottleneck has loosened significantly."

Tang Hao also nodded, feeling moved: "The hidden injuries of many years have completely healed, and my soul power has stabilized firmly at level ninety-five."

(Tang Hao and Qian Xunji had fought to a mutual defeat, and after being hunted by Qian Daoliu for a time, the hidden injuries in his body had become life-threatening; it was impossible for his soul power to have increased.)

(It can only be explained that when Ah Yin sacrificed herself, she allowed Tang Hao to directly become a level 95 Title Douluo. As for why a single hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor could allow Tang Hao to increase by five levels, even without absorbing the Blue Silver Emperor soul bone...)

(It can only be explained that the Blue Silver Emperor had too much "water," and Tang Hao was just too thirsty.)

"Father, Uncle, do you have any Soul Tools capable of storing living things?" Tang San suddenly asked.

Tang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "The sect has a few, but I came out in a hurry this time and only brought a common Soul Tool. It's fine for carrying sundries, but storing living things is likely impossible."

"Uncle, give your Soul Tool to me," Tang San said. "I will harvest some herbs for you to take back to the sect disciples; perhaps it will allow their cultivation speed to increase by a fair margin."

Hearing this, Tang Xiao did not hesitate to unbuckle the Soul Tool from his waist and hand it to Tang San: "Good! Nothing could be better than contributing to the sect. Harvest as much as you like; this Soul Tool has a considerable capacity."

Tang San took the Soul Tool and pulled out the small shovel he carried with him, carefully beginning to dig up the spirit herbs nearby.

As for those immortal herbs, he did not touch them—without a Soul Tool specifically designed to store living things, digging them up rashly would only waste their medicinal potency.

Moreover, Dugu Bo did not know their true value and certainly would not dare to touch them easily; leaving them here was the safest course of action.

Once he went to Shrek in a few years, he would come back to retrieve them and gift them to the other five, allowing their strength to reach a higher level and enabling them to follow him more effectively.

Several hours later, at the entrance to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, several figures descended from the sky.

Qian Renxue descended using her Angel Martial Soul, Qian Daoliu stepped through the air, Pufferfish Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo followed closely behind, and Li Taibai drifted slowly at the very end, stepping upon a Green Lotus Sword.

"Little San, stop digging; there are people coming down from above." Tang Hao looked up abruptly, his expression turning grave—he could clearly sense two powerful auras, unmistakably at the Title Douluo level!

"Be careful!" Tang Xiao reacted with lightning speed, his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul appearing instantly in his hand, the pitch-black hammer body wreathed in violent soul power.

Tang Hao did the same, gripping two Clear Sky Hammers in his hands. The brothers stood back-to-back, staring vigilantly upward.

When Tang Hao saw who had arrived, his pupils contracted sharply. He subconsciously took a step back, his hand gripping the hammer handle trembling slightly—the person in the lead, with golden hair and a sacred aura, who else could it be but Qian Daoliu?

"We're in trouble this time." Tang Xiao's expression also sank. Who in the entire Douluo Continent did not know the fame of Qian Daoliu?

At level ninety-five, he and Tang Hao might be able to contend with an ordinary Super Douluo, but facing this Grand Elder of Martial Soul Hall, the odds of victory were slim.

Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eye, seeing the arrivals clearly—Pufferfish Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo; he recognized these two.

That woman, her appearance was extremely similar to Qian Renxue's, but how could she be here?

However, he did not panic in his heart. His father, Tang Hao, was now a level 95 Title Douluo, and his hidden injuries were fully healed.

His uncle, Tang Xiao, was equally formidable in strength; dealing with these two "scum," Pufferfish and Snake Lance, would be a breeze.

A few breaths later, Qian Renxue and the others landed steadily, retracting their martial soul auras.

"Tang Hao, I didn't expect you to be here as well." Qian Daoliu spoke, his calm tone carrying a soul-crushing pressure.

"Senior, have you come to kill me?" Tang Hao's soul power surged to its limit, the air around him distorting due to the violent force, ready to strike at any moment.

Qian Daoliu glanced at him indifferently: "If I had wanted to kill you, you would have died six years ago."

"Grandfather, you said he is Tang Hao?" Qian Renxue's gaze fell upon Tang Hao, her eyes suddenly turning cold, and killing intent spread like a physical force—this was the man who had killed her father!

Qian Daoliu nodded, his tone tinged with complexity: "Yes, he is Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect."

"Tang Hao!" Qian Renxue took a step forward, her voice trembling slightly with rage. "You killed my father; today, I will surely make you be buried here!"

As her words fell, Pufferfish Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo instantly released their martial souls.

The Pufferfish martial soul expanded like a ball, its spines menacing. The Snake Lance martial soul shimmered with a cold glint.

The atmosphere in the air suddenly froze, tense and ready to snap.

Li Taibai watched the two sides confronting each other, his heart churning with stormy waves, especially when he saw the small, thin boy—his pupils shrank.

What was going on? How could Tang Hao and the others be here? This wasn't scientific!

Could that child be Tang San? This butterfly effect was too outrageous!

He hurriedly activated his system to inspect the luck of the individuals—Tang Hao was red, Tang Xiao was red mixed with gold, and Tang San was pure gold!

Three high-level luck holders! One had to know that Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish Douluo only had purple luck, his teacher Qian Daoliu was deep red, and Qian Renxue was gold.

The system categorized luck into six levels: gray, white, blue, purple, red, and gold. For every level increased, luck could multiply by a dozen or even a hundred times.

Li Taibai stared at those three dazzling rays of luck, his eyes wide—these were simply walking points!

Tang San's heart, however, was racing. Although he had never met Qian Daoliu, he had heard of the fame of this demigod powerhouse; Tang San had met Bo Saixi, who was also a demigod.

Even though his father and uncle were level 95 Title Douluos, they had no chance of winning against a demigod.

Tang San clenched his fists—this time, they were truly in dire straits.