Top-Tier Soul Ring for Tang San

Sanzi had no idea that in this world, Martial Souls and Soul Rings were the absolute truth. The things his teacher could teach him were, if not exactly few, at least negligible.

He still thought it was like his previous life, where cultivation methods and resources were entirely monopolized by the elders, and if you didn't bow your head and kowtow until your skull cracked, you were out of luck.

A master could dispose of a disciple as they pleased; even beating them to death was permissible, but if a disciple showed the slightest resistance, they would immediately be saddled with a heaven-reaching crime.

"A master for a day is a father for life"—this was meant to be taken literally, served like one's own father for decades, and it was no joke.

Tang San actually felt a bit like thanking Huang Tian. If he hadn't beaten his teacher into such a state, where would he have found the opportunity to show such tender concern and serve him so closely?

The two of them could be said to be rushing toward each other, and not in the ordinary sense; they were both thirsty for each other to a certain degree.

A look of shock and fury immediately appeared on his face. His complexion turned livid, and a torrent of rage, almost visible to the naked eye, welled up in his gaze.

As a transmigrator who had lived two lifetimes, his acting skills were not a bit inferior to Gangzi's, and what's more, his hatred for Huang Tian was genuine.

He then slammed a fist onto the side table with a bang. His hand throbbed with pain, but he didn't change his expression, gritting his teeth as he said:

"Huang Tian, you treacherous scoundrel! To dare to humiliate my teacher in such a way, defying heaven and destroying ancestors, acting against all human ethics—you have already invited your own destruction.

From this day forward, we are irreconcilable enemies. If I do not avenge this deep hatred, I shall not live as a man."

Yu Xiaogang was deeply moved. Even while enduring the intense pain in his arm, he insisted on grabbing Tang San's hand, promising with heartfelt sincerity:

"San, Teacher will certainly teach you everything I know, passing on all my knowledge to you and making you a legend in the Soul Master world.

That Huang Tian only managed to defeat you by relying on the bonuses of his Soul Rings.

However, he doesn't know that according to the fourth point of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul that I have researched, four hundred and twenty-three years is the absolute limit a first Soul Ring can withstand.

He is smug about absorbing a ten-year Soul Ring, but he will regret it sooner or later.

Tomorrow morning, once our wounds are healed, we will set off to hunt for souls. I will definitely find you the most perfect Soul Ring."

"Thank you, Teacher."

Both of them laughed with immense excitement in their hearts, to the point where they even temporarily forgot the pain in their bodies.

However, what they did not know was that just as Gangzi was doing his utmost to slander Huang Tian, a figure in the sky had a face that had turned terrifyingly gloomy.

Her chest heaved violently, and her angry eyes burned like torches.

Gu Yue knew that Yu Xiaogang was a hypocritical villain, but her memories from her previous life were incomplete, consisting only of fragmented pieces lacking detail, preventing her from seeing the full picture.

Out of curiosity, she had listened in for a while today, only to be so infuriated within minutes that her head felt like it was smoking.

So many people knew the truth of the matter and had witnessed the entire process with their own eyes, yet he could still spout nonsense and invert right and wrong without changing his expression.

How could a person be this shameless? This disgusting? This hypocritically sinister and utterly devoid of face?

If it weren't for the fact that she knew Tang San was a puppet for the Asura God, and that killing him now would expose both herself and Huang Tian, she would have wanted to rush down immediately and strangle these two wretches to death.

Gu Yue gritted her teeth and said:

"Fine, fine, fine. You want a perfect Soul Ring?

Just wait. I guarantee it will be 'perfect' beyond all reason, far exceeding anything anyone could imagine."

Thinking of Huang Tian's experiences in his previous life, a truly wicked plan suddenly blossomed in the heart of the Silver Dragon King.

"If I could let Tang San experience some of the things Xiao Tian went through at the start of his previous life, that would surely be a beautiful sight, wouldn't it?"

"Xiao Tian said that one should be as warm as the spring breeze toward friends, but as biting as the winter chill toward enemies."

"As you sow, so shall you reap. You brought all of this upon yourselves."

The night passed in silence.

The next morning, before the sky had fully brightened, Teacher Zhao fulfilled his promise and treated the remaining injuries for both of them.

On the road to the Soul Hunting Forest, Gangzi spoke with high spirits about his "brilliant" academic achievements, forcefully indoctrinating the blank slate that was Tang San with the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul.

Given how badly he had just disgraced himself, his bragging was even more grandiose and insistent than it had been in the original story.

Naturally, he interspersed this with disdainful rants about the Soul Master world—how the Upper Three Sects were stubborn, how the Martial Soul Hall was arrogant and prejudiced, and how those powerful Soul Masters were ignorant and uninformed.

He even explained his own down-and-out state by claiming that the powerful elites feared his theories and had joined forces to suppress and ban him.

Yes, Gangzi wasn't just targeting one person; he believed that the entire Soul Master world combined didn't amount to a single hair of his own in terms of theory.

Anyone who didn't recognize him was simply a fool, and they would regret it sooner or later.

As they neared their destination, he proudly tossed out his genius development plan for his disciple's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, suggesting the addition of a poison attribute to pursue a control-type path.

He spoke about how there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters, with a smug expression on his face that practically screamed, "Even for a completely useless Martial Soul like the Blue Silver Grass, I could come up with an application plan—look how awesome I am."

This caused Sanzi's heart to surge, his face filled with excitement and admiration.

The master's ability to swindle was no joke; in just a single day, in Tang San's eyes, Yu Xiaogang had already become some kind of reclusive expert living in the wilderness, whom he had been lucky enough to encounter.

The carriage traveled for a full day and night plus half a day, arriving at the entrance of the Soul Hunting Forest on the afternoon of the second day.

Gu Yue sensed that the spatial marker's location was getting closer and closer to the target site.

Temporarily entrusting the mission of covertly protecting Huang Tian to Di Tian, he flew to a secluded, uninhabited area, opened a spatial channel, and performed an ultra-long-range transfer directly to the Soul Hunting Forest.

Upon landing, a single sweep of his divine sense instantly brought the entire Soul Hunting Forest into his mental field of vision, down to the minutest detail.

Before long, Gu Yue performed another spatial transfer, appearing above a nest of strange, silvery-white snakes.

Except for their eyes, their bodies were devoid of any other color, their skin exceptionally smooth, with pointed heads and tails, and relatively plump abdomens.

The Silver Shuttle Snake, known colloquially as the Silver Shuttle, Shuttle Snake, or Flying Shuttle Snake, is not large in size; even at a century of age, it only grows to a little over a meter, yet it is exceptionally venomous.

They are incredibly fast and are particularly fond of hunting prey with large bodies and tenacious vitality.

Unless the gap in strength is insurmountable, they simply lie in wait within the grass, striking a vicious bite when the target is off-guard, then quietly wait for the corpse to collapse.

They love fresh blood and, after a successful strike, will often burrow into the prey's heart to drain and consume every drop of blood in the body.

The reason for choosing this creature is simple: its poison specializes in attacking life attributes, capable of inflicting maximum damage on the Blue Silver Emperor's life essence, while its bonuses in other areas are pitifully small.

The Datura Snake that Tang San absorbed as his first Soul Ring in his past life possessed neurotoxicity that did damage to life attributes, yet it was not strong enough.

Furthermore, its body was as hard as iron, enough to withstand the hacking of blades; the hidden weapons that Bie San took such pride in could not even leave a mark upon it.

Thus, while its venom did indeed neutralize a portion of the Blue Silver Emperor's essence, the formidable physical enhancement it provided to the Soul Master's own body also, to a certain extent, offset that defect.

Judging it comprehensively, it was not excellent, but it was barely passable.

How could he allow such a thing?

Tang San was not permitted to possess such a badass... ordinary Soul Ring.