Target Ma Hongjun

Hearing this, Tang Hao's expression softened slightly.

The fiery intensity in his eyes ignited once more.

Facing a behemoth like Martial Soul Hall, even he, the renowned Clear Sky Douluo, had no choice but to remain in hiding.

If his son lacked talent, he would have been content letting him live a common life, and he would never have mentioned the matter of revenge.

But now, not only was Tang San exceptionally gifted, but he had also gained the favor of a god, making the path to vengeance increasingly clear.

"Do you know which god chose Little San?"

Although he knew little of divine matters, Tang Hao still instinctively asked for the name of the deity who had chosen Tang San.

Yet, to his regret, Yu Xiaogang merely shook his head, indicating he did not know.

"Little San hasn't mentioned it to me; maintaining a degree of vigilance toward others is a commendable trait."

"He did well in that regard."

"If you wish to know which god chose Little San, you will likely have to ask him yourself, Your Excellency."

Tang Hao shook his head and said slowly:

"No, I have other matters to attend to. I will leave Little San in your care for now."

"Remind him to cultivate diligently."

Having said this, Tang Hao pulled a token from his robes and tossed it to Gangzi.

In his mind, even the most pathetic god was surely stronger than the most powerful soul master.

Since it was beneficial for his revenge, why bother asking? He couldn't help with such matters anyway.

Conversely, despite his poor strength and questionable character, Yu Xiaogang had also been chosen by a god.

Coupled with the fact that the man had an old flame with Twin Martial Souls, Gangzi was undoubtedly the most suitable person to guide Tang San at this stage.

Even though Tang San's sentiment that "a teacher for a day is a father for life" made the Great Rat feel somewhat uncomfortable.

In the face of major issues, it was something he could endure.

"Little San is in your hands."

Taking the token, Yu Xiaogang's pupils constricted.

"The... Pope Token?"

Tang Hao did not answer how Gangzi had obtained the token, leaving behind only his retreating figure and a single sentence.

"Remember, he is the son of Tang Hao."

Sighing, Gangzi tucked the token away and headed toward the other dormitories.

He still had to complete his assessment task.

While the students and teachers were asleep, he would let them experience the power of hydrogen sulfide in their dreams.

He had to put twenty people into a deep sleep to consider it finished.

Having long since treated his integrity as something utterly trivial, Gangzi felt none of the embarrassment he had during his first assessment, swaggering openly toward the dorms.

On the other side, Lu Xian was leisurely flying through the air on his broom.

He would descend whenever he passed a town to resupply and ask for directions, checking if he had veered off course.

Three consecutive days of flight allowed Lu Xian to fully appreciate the natural scenery of the Douluo Continent.

He was drawing closer and closer to Suotuo City.

He chose to come to Suotuo City naturally because there were several talented laborers within Shrek Academy worth his selection.

It was difficult for him to approach those with overwhelming strength, and there was no reason for them to touch the items bound to his soul skills.

Even if they did touch them, they wouldn't necessarily believe him.

Thus, selecting those with high potential became Lu Xian's goal at this stage.

Of course, his cultivation had not yet reached level 30 to bind the next item, but scouting and laying the groundwork in advance was not a bad idea.

It was certainly better than staying at Notting Academy and attracting Tang Hao's attention.

After flying for another day, the silhouette of Suotuo City finally appeared in his line of sight.

As the granary of the Bala Kingdom, the prosperity of Suotuo City was incomparable to a remote town like Nuoding City.

Of course, none of this had anything to do with Shrek Academy, which was located in a village on the outskirts.

The place was defined by its poverty.

With over a month left until Shrek's enrollment, Lu Xian was in no rush to report to the academy.

As for the Gold Soul Coins required for enrollment, with the Luck Domain, that was not an issue.

Finding an ordinary hotel to stay in, Lu Xian began to scout the city.

After a few days, he actually discovered Shrek members appearing in the area.

Ma Hongjun, that little fatty who started frequenting the red-light district at the age of seven.

"It seems this fatty is already starting to worry about his evil fire."

"Once I reach level 30, it will be the perfect time to try and bind him as my next destined laborer."

Since there was no need to enter an academy to get in touch with the target, Lu Xian naturally lost all desire to enroll in that dump of a Shrek Academy.

Entering would only risk exposing his Martial Soul; after all, one had to undergo checks for spirit power and spirit rings upon admission.

If his spirit power increased too quickly due to the efforts of his destined laborers, and his spirit ring age followed suit, how would he explain that?

Furthermore, he didn't need to obtain a new spirit ring every ten levels, so there was naturally no need to join any academy.

After weighing his options, Lu Xian used his savings and the subsidies he received from Martial Soul Hall to rent a ten-square-meter storefront at the entrance of the red-light district.

He started a business selling brooms.

This would also make it easier for him to monitor the little fatty's movements at all times and facilitate contact once his own cultivation reached level 30.

"For now, I'll just tend to the shop while remotely assigning tasks to Tang San and Gangzi."

"Life is good!"

After Tang Hao finished his contact with Gangzi, he followed Tang San back to Holy Soul Village.

Upon confirming that his precious son indeed had a black broom divine mark on his forehead, Tang Hao finally felt completely at ease.

However, the broom divine mark left Tang Hao feeling somewhat puzzled.

"A broom?"

"What kind of deity would have anything to do with a broom?"

"Forget it, no point dwelling on it. A god who plays with brooms is still a god, and ultimately, they are far stronger than any Spirit Master."

Ignoring his precious son's feelings of loss after discovering his disappearance, Tang Hao vanished once again to keep his wife company.

He left Tang San alone to grieve.

Fortunately, Jinx did not give him much time to wallow in his depression.

Soon, the renovation task for Holy Soul Village was accurately delivered to his mind.

Of course, this renovation process was, as always, too painful to look at.

Sighing, Tang San had no choice but to swallow his dissatisfaction; after all, he could not refuse the benefits brought by the trials.

"Jinx's fifteenth trial: Art is Explosion."

"Help fifty households level their thatched cottages and renovate them from scratch."

"Time limit: half a month."

At night, carrying the Tang Sect Thunderbolt Bombs he had crafted, Tang San began to sneak from house to house to plant his mines.

It wasn't until late at night that Tang San finished planting the mines for all fifty households.

"The time is now. Art is Explosion, click!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "..."

As fifty fuses were pulled, explosions rang out continuously, and nearly fifty century-old houses were consigned to history.

Fortunately, Tang San still retained a shred of conscience; he only blew up the load-bearing walls and spared the people.

Although some villagers were injured by the collapsing houses, there were no fatalities.

"What's going on?"

"My house! Which son of a bitch did this!"

"..."

In the shadows, Tang San swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Half of the trial was complete.

But the second half was the real challenge.

He took a deep breath, slowly walked onto the main street, and cleared his throat.

"Fellow villagers, don't you think these houses were getting too old?"

"This Humble One, Tang San, does good deeds without seeking fame. I am helping everyone with the demolition, and for the next two months, I will help you all rebuild your homes."

Looking at the suddenly appearing Tang San, the villagers who had just been wailing and crying looked at each other in confusion.

Then, they grabbed the hoes and pitchforks from their homes and charged at Tang San all at once.

"Beat this bastard to death!"

"None of the Tangs are any good! Beat him to death, then revive him and beat him to death again!"

"..."