Tang San's Ten-Year Soul Ring

As night fell, Nuoding Academy gradually grew quiet.

The evening wind rustled, and stars hung high in the sky.

There were hardly any students left on the training grounds.

After Cao Yan and Xiao Wu had their intimate moment, she thoroughly learned how to use the sleeve arrow, then skipped off with Cao Yan to sleep.

After all, for a clever and quick-witted girl like Xiao Wu, learning something like this was never difficult.

Meanwhile, Tang San and Grandmaster had finally made some progress.

Soul Hunting Forest.

"Teacher, thank you. If not for your Luo San Pao, I wouldn't have been able to kill this ten-year Lone Bamboo." Tang San looked at Grandmaster, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

He had finally succeeded!

Now that he had successfully slain a ten-year Soul Beast, he could finally obtain a Soul Ring and become stronger.

Given time, he, Tang San, would surely restore the Tang Sect's glory across all of Douluo Continent.

This time, he would establish a Tang Sect of his own with his own hands!

"All right, Xiao San. Hurry and absorb the Lone Bamboo's Soul Ring. I also want to see whether my martial soul theory is truly correct." Grandmaster wore a kindly expression as he patted Tang San's shoulder.

Seeing Grandmaster's eager gaze, warmth flowed through Tang San's heart. He took a deep breath, slowly walked over to the Lone Bamboo, and sat down cross-legged. Forming a strange hand seal, he began absorbing the Soul Ring.

With a flick of Tang San's finger, a flash of white light appeared on the Lone Bamboo's surface before vanishing. Soon, more dense white light slowly gathered. At last, a white Soul Ring rose and hovered before Tang San.

Feeling the gentle energy within the Soul Ring, Tang San smiled. His smile was radiant. This was the first time since arriving in Douluo Continent that he had smiled so happily.

To him, revitalizing the Tang Sect and restoring its former glory was far more important than his own life.

Now, he could finally possess a Soul Ring of his own. Having taken this step, was rebuilding the Tang Sect still far away?

Tang San was a good child who respected his teachers and honored tradition. Back when he had leaped from Ghost's Lament Peak to prove his resolve, he had not regretted it in the slightest.

After all, in his view, although he had developed Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus by stealing the Tang Sect's secret manuals, no matter what, he had succeeded.

Heh heh, Elder Tang, you old fossils must still be grieving over my departure, aren't you? Hahaha! Back then, I devoted myself heart and soul to the Tang Sect, yet you old fools still treated me like that. You brought this outcome upon yourselves. You have no one else to blame. As Tang San thought this, he could not help summoning his Blue Silver Grass.

As he used his Soul Power to draw the ten-year Soul Ring into his palm, a warm current instantly flowed throughout his body, from his lower abdomen to his limbs and bones. The comfortable sensation made him inwardly cry out in delight.

Heh heh, Elder Tang, I have a new teacher now. He isn't blind like you old fools. Do you know? At a glance, he saw that I was a genius with Twin Martial Souls. From now on, my future on Douluo Continent will be limitless! This time, my Tang Sect will be decided by me alone. Hahaha.

The more Tang San thought about it, the more excited he became. His face gradually flushed red, and his entire body grew hotter and hotter. At that moment, he felt as if he were inside a furnace, unbearably overheated.

Heh heh, perhaps I should thank you all. If I hadn't secretly learned the Tang Sect's manuals back then, I wouldn't have mastered so many techniques on Douluo Continent. With those skills, I, Tang San, will sooner or later unite all of Douluo Continent. Tang San thought silently. Suddenly, a strange image appeared in his mind. At the sight of that familiar scene, Tang San was instantly startled.

Tang San was familiar with everything in that vision.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing atop Ghost's Lament Peak. Behind him lay a bottomless abyss, while before him stood eighteen elders, including Elder Tang of the Tang Sect.

At that moment, they had blocked all his paths of escape. Their expressions were stern, their gazes cold, as they steadily closed in on him.

Seeing those familiar, furious faces, Tang San panicked. Could he truly not escape all this after all?

Or perhaps everything he had experienced on Douluo Continent had merely been a dream?

"Tang San, you beast! You betrayed your teacher and ancestors, committing an unforgivable crime! The Tang Sect raised you and taught you its skills, yet you committed such a vile act! If I do not kill you today, I will have failed the Tang Sect's ancestors!"

"Tang San, you stole and learned this sect's secret manuals. Your crimes are unforgivable and heinous! How can an unworthy disciple like you still have the face to live in this world? You traitor, even your corpse cannot remain in the Tang Sect! Today, I declare that you will be stripped of all ties to the Tang Sect. For the rest of your life, the Tang Sect will never tolerate you again."

"Elder Brother, let us strike together and kill this traitorous disciple here, to restore the Tang Sect's prestige!" Second Elder stepped forward and said.

"Elders, strike with me and rid the Tang Sect of this traitor!" Elder Tang nodded and shouted coldly.

"Elders, Tang San has been wronged! It isn't like that..." Tang San could not help crying out. Tears continuously streamed from the corners of his eyes.

"Traitor, stop your insolence! Today, I will take your life!"

Elder Tang suddenly sneered, cutting Tang San off. Then his figure flashed, and the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle in his hand was activated in an instant, shooting straight toward Tang San.

Forty-nine needles—forty-nine Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles in all. This, the Tang Sect's second most supreme Hidden Weapon, now shot toward Tang San.

Forty-nine silver steel needles flew at incredible speed, like falling meteors. White light flashed, and even the air was pierced apart.

Seeing this, Tang San's expression turned grave. He swung his hand, intending to use the Mysterious Jade Hand to contend with them, but he discovered that he was completely unable to use the Mysterious Heaven Skill!

Just like that, the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles pierced through his chest, limbs, and even his eyes. Tang San felt his vision grow blurry. He could no longer see anything.

Immediately afterward, an unknown elder rushed before him and struck the crown of his head with a palm. Inner force burst forth, and the bones throughout his body continuously shattered. The immense pain made his entire body convulse. Finally, a fierce gust from a palm strike sent him plummeting from Ghost's Lament Peak!

"Aaaah!"

Tang San roared in heart-wrenching agony, but at his most desperate moment, a gentle voice reached his ears.

"Xiao San, Xiao San, what's wrong? Don't scare your teacher!" Grandmaster stood beside him. Seeing Tang San convulsing all over, he could not help growing worried.

Could it be that his theory was ultimately nothing but a joke?

In his view, if Tang San could not even absorb this ten-year Soul Ring, then it would prove that his theory was nothing more than worthless nonsense.

As for whether Tang San lived or died, that was unimportant to him!

That's Teacher's voice! Suddenly, Tang San's entire body jolted. The Mysterious Heaven Skill began circulating, and an endless stream of white light surged forth from within his body. His Mysterious Heaven Skill had finally broken through once again.

At that moment, the white Soul Ring in his palm merged with the Blue Silver Grass. In the end, the white Soul Ring beneath his feet slowly entered his body.

"Teacher, I succeeded! Your theory wasn't wrong. Teacher, you're truly a genius." Tang San was overwhelmed with emotion. When he saw Grandmaster standing beside him, his heart filled with indescribable warmth.

He knew that it must have been his teacher—Grandmaster—who had remained by his side and protected him.

"Xiao San, you actually succeeded! Wonderful! I, Yu Xiaogang, am not trash. My theory was not wrong!" A look of joy appeared on Grandmaster's face. He burst into laughter, his delight impossible to conceal.

Tang San looked at Grandmaster and smiled happily as well.