Bamboo God's Second Trial: Destruction of Tang Sect

"Congratulations, Tang San. You have paid a tremendous price for the Man Faced Demon Spider clan."

Feng Yan gently pushed the blue halo in his hand, and it drifted slowly toward Tang San's limp body.

His voice continued, "This God is moved by your selfless heart, so for every trial you complete hereafter, you shall receive rich rewards..."

Upon hearing this, a faint glimmer of light seemed to appear in Tang San's eyes.

Though he did not know what his Martial Soul was now, he figured that anything bestowed by a god could not be bad.

At the very least, it was an unexpected gain. More importantly, this was something he had earned himself...

This was something Tang San had obtained through the arduous trials of the Bamboo God, bought with his own humiliation.

Thinking of this, Tang San could not help but feel expectant. What was his second trial? And what would the reward be?

Could this help him wipe out the fake Tang Sect in this world and provide assistance when he eventually faced Buddha Tang head-on?

Of course, beyond the anticipation, Tang San actually felt a sliver of fear and doubt.

The first trial of the Bamboo God had already been so unbearable; the following two would surely be even more difficult.

Could he... truly survive them?

As this thought arose, Tang San could not suppress it, so he said to the Man Faced Demon Spiders nearby:

"The orgy is over. Now that you are satisfied, return. I need some peace and quiet here."

As his voice fell, the honest-looking ten-thousand-year-old spider was the first to bend its eight legs and lower its head, bowing to its emperor before turning to leave slowly.

Following that, the rest of the Man Faced Demon Spiders retreated like a tide, without a hint of reluctance.

"Tang San, listen to the prompt!"

Seeing the bamboo forest return to silence, Feng Yan spoke, "Bamboo God's Third Trial, second stage: Tragedy of the Otherworld Tang Sect."

Tang San wanted to stand at attention, but his weak body would not allow it.

He could only lie on the ground, his spider head slightly raised, using all his strength to maintain a posture of respect.

"Examinee Tang San, from the Otherworld Tang Sect, acting on the orders of the Founder to purge the Tang Sect traitor, Buddha Tang..."

Feng Yan's voice was crystal clear, and Tang San was stirred with excitement upon hearing it.

Buddha Tang.

Ever since he first heard this name from Grandpa Tang Lan, he had been filled with fury.

Stealing the supreme techniques of the Tang Sect, changing his identity in this world, brazenly claiming to be the orthodox Tang Sect, and even ascending to godhood.

By what right?

By what right could a thief become a god, while he, the true orthodox Tang Sect member, was reduced to this state?

Thinking of this, Tang San found strength from somewhere and struggled to rise, "I beg the Bamboo God to lend me a hand; I swear to make Buddha Tang pay the price!"

Seeing this, Feng Yan sighed and said, "Tang San, it is not that I am unwilling to help you, but Buddha Tang is immensely powerful and holds a lofty position in the God Realm as one of the five God Kings."

"I am merely a second-tier Bamboo God; how could I be a match for a God King?"

Tang San's struggling body collapsed once more. He had assumed the thief had merely been lucky to become a god, but he had not expected him to be a figure standing at the peak of the God Realm.

God King... King of all Gods... The name alone sounded formidable. Could he truly be a match for Buddha Tang?

"What? Are you afraid?"

Feng Yan said indifferently, "Rest assured, Buddha Tang does not require your hand; there will be others to sanction him."

"Before Buddha Tang ascended to the God Realm, he left behind a legacy in Heaven Dou City, which is the 'Tang Sect'."

"Your second trial is to go to Heaven Dou City and completely eradicate the 'Tang Sect'."

Hearing this, Tang San felt a weight lift from his heart. It was fortunate that he did not have to face Buddha Tang directly right now.

He had thought he would have to wait a very long time, until he found a way to take on a human form and established a firm footing on this continent, before he could go and destroy that fake Tang Sect.

"Senior Bamboo God, what is the current strength of that 'Tang Sect'?" Tang San pondered much at this moment.

The third rule of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record's general principles: Once an opponent is confirmed as an enemy, if they have a path to death, do not show mercy, otherwise, you will only add to your own troubles.

This damned fake Tang Sect clearly fit this major rule!

Stealing the true Tang Sect's supreme techniques, impersonating the orthodox Tang Sect, and passing it down for ten thousand years.

Every generation of disciples learned stolen things and used stolen goods.

Their very existence was an insult to the Tang Sect. Such people were a waste of air living in this world; only death could bring them release!

Feng Yan said, "The Tang Sect's momentum is not what it once was. With your hundred-thousand-year cultivation, uprooting them and destroying their lineage will not be difficult."

"The real difficulty is... how you will travel to Heaven Dou City in the body of a Soul Beast."

Though he said this, Feng Yan was actually quite looking forward to this scene.

The Tang Sect being destroyed by the Iron Blood Sect was only a matter of time, but what if it were replaced by something else?

Having the Tang San of his past life, fueled by hatred, personally destroy the Tang Sect created by the God King Tang San—this script was quite excellent.

Hearing this, Tang San pleaded sincerely, "I beg for Senior Bamboo God's guidance; this junior will be eternally grateful."

Feng Yan said indifferently, "Guidance is too strong a word; you only need to complete the Bamboo God's Third Trial. As for gratitude? This God has no need for such things."

Having said that, he flicked his finger, and a stream of divine power once again submerged into Tang San's body.

Tang San felt a gentle force diffusing through his body; the sense of weakness instantly receded, and his body seemed to recover as if it were brand new.

Is this the strength of the senior Bamboo God?

With a mere flick of a finger, he could restore someone possessing a Hundred-Thousand-Year cultivation from collapse back to their peak.

And if such an existence is only a Tier 2 God, then to what extent must the Buddha Tang standing at the pinnacle be?

No...

It is still too early to think about these things; the most urgent priority is to complete the second trial and make that fake Tang Sect disappear from this world.

"Forget it, with your Soul Beast form, the difficulty of breaking into Heaven Dou City is still too great."

Seeing that Tang San seemed somewhat lacking in confidence, Feng Yan feigned a sigh, "This God will open a back door for you just this once and personally send you to Heaven Dou City; consider it fulfilling the fate between us."

Upon hearing this, Tang San was immediately moved to tears, his previous wretchedness already cast to the back of his mind.

It was truly a blessing from the Ancestral Master that he, Young Master Tang, could actually encounter such a kind-hearted senior Bamboo God, who would even go so far as to open a back door for him.

Seeing Tang San so moved and tearful toward him, the smile in Feng Yan's heart was already difficult to suppress.

Yes, that's it!

The more grateful, the better! The more trust, the better!

This Little Scumbag still thinks he is helping him in all sincerity... Of course, judging by the results, he is indeed helping him.

But the reason for helping him was never because he was "moved by a heart of selfless devotion."

Moved? He, the dignified God of Fire, could be moved by a mother spider mating?

The development of events would not be that simple!

He did not lie to Tang San, because the Tang Sect is indeed easily destroyed.

However, there are quite a few Title Douluo within Heaven Dou City; if they were to know that a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had suddenly appeared in the city...

Hehehehe...

The risk is a bit high, but if there were no risk, would it still be called a trial?