Tang San's Third Soul Ring

Zhao Wuji signaled for him to stay calm, then said:

"Senior Serpent Granny, you have seen it yourself; this is my student. He has just reached level thirty and also requires a Soul Ring, and this snake is a perfect fit for him..."

Serpent Granny looked at Oscar, a flash of shock crossing her eyes. Level thirty—so young?!

The atmosphere turned frigid once more.

Both sides wanted it, and neither was willing to yield.

After several verbal exchanges, Serpent Granny saw that Zhao Wuji would not budge, so she had to take a step back: "How about this, Brother Zhao? Let my granddaughter fight your disciple. Whoever wins gets the Soul Ring. What do you think?"

Damn it, if the old man were here, I wouldn't tolerate your insolence.

Zhao Wuji gave a cold, mirthless smile: "Senior Serpent Granny, my student is of the Food System; he is incapable of combat."

If not for the fear of Dragon Duke, do you think you would be in a position to bargain with me?

Serpent Granny's eyes widened in surprise again.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, Tang San felt his eyes light up.

A perfect opportunity!

If I step forward and win this fight, wouldn't everyone be forced to look at me with new eyes? I could even outperform Xia Yan!

"Teacher Zhao..."

Tang San stepped forward, his voice sudden: "Let me fight in Oscar's place."

He looked at Meng Yiran: "I am level twenty-nine, and you are level thirty; it cannot be said that I am taking advantage of you."

Meng Yiran, however, looked him up and down.

She assumed Tang San was older than her, and a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes.

Seems like someone with mediocre strength and talent.

Tang San keenly caught this small gesture and clenched his fists.

Hmph, I'll make you regret that soon enough!

Zhao Wuji nodded: "Be careful. Go ahead."

Meng Yiran stepped forward: "Meng Yiran, level thirty Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul Serpent Cane."

Tang San revealed his Dark Purple Blue Silver Grass: "Tang San, level twenty-nine Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass."

"Ugh..."

After the battle, Meng Yiran panted heavily, standing up with trembling fingers. Gritting her teeth, her brown eyes locked onto Tang San:

"Black Bear Spirit, let's go again!"

Tang San's smug, darkened face froze instantly. Breathing like an ox and flushed red, he wished he could immediately use Sand-Shooting Shadow to kill Meng Yiran on the spot:

"Hmph! Then let's go again!"

But Serpent Granny stepped forward, pressed down on Meng Yiran's shoulder, and sighed: "Yiran, we have lost."

She cupped her hands, forcing a smile onto her face:

"Brother Zhao, this Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent is yours."

With that, she took Meng Yiran and left, though Meng Yiran cast one final, unwilling glare behind her.

Zhao Wuji let out a cold snort: "Lost, yet acting as if they are granting a favor."

He turned to Oscar and said:

"Hurry up, lest any more accidents occur."

Oscar thanked Tang San, immediately set to work, and a purple Soul Ring rose into the air.

He sat cross-legged, slowly guiding the Soul Ring to settle onto his Sausage Martial Soul.

The others stood guard in the surrounding area to prevent any mishaps.

Tang San was incredibly excited. Did you see that? Did you see that!

I am level twenty-nine, yet I can defeat a level thirty!

This is the Blue Silver Grass you all look down upon!

Half an hour later, the sky had turned completely dark, and the forest, shrouded in layers of dense leaves, was even dimmer.

The moment Oscar opened his eyes, his first reaction was that he had gone blind, seeing nothing at all. Two seconds later, his eyes adjusted.

The result was seeing Ma Hongjun's fat face looming extremely close: "Eww..."

He pushed the face away in disgust:

"Fatty, get away from me..."

Ma Hongjun pressed, "Little Ao, what's your soul skill? Hurry up and tell us."

Oscar stood up with a hum, looking more spirited and mature. This was one of the benefits of absorbing a Soul Ring:

"Watch closely, this is my third soul skill!"

He pinched his fingers: "Daddy Has a Mushroom Sausage."

A sausage shaped like a mushroom appeared in his hand. Before anyone could laugh, they heard him say:

"My third soul skill is flight!"

Zhao Wuji and the others nodded. Since Xia Yan had mentioned earlier that it was highly likely to be flight, they weren't too surprised.

Yet, they were still astonished, as flight soul skills were extremely rare, And group flight soul skills were even rarer.

"This Flying Mushroom Sausage allows flight at the speed of a Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent for one minute!"

Everyone was shocked. At the speed of a Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent, one minute covered over two thousand meters.

Zhao Wuji patted his shoulder with gratification, "Not bad, not bad!"

"Little Ao, you really came at the right time!"

Ma Hongjun and the others gathered around to celebrate with Oscar, who was also delighted with his newly acquired soul skill.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it again:

Ning Rongrong and Xia Yan were standing together, seemingly whispering to each other...

The next morning, Before the dew in the Star Dou Great Forest had dissipated, everyone was already prepared.

Zhao Wuji said, "Alright, little ones, we are ready to head back."

Ma Hongjun and the others responded, "Right!"

But Tang San remained sitting cross-legged in a tree twenty meters high, not coming down.

Just as Zhao Wuji was about to speak, Tang San suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of excitement, the corners of his mouth curling up:

"Teacher Zhao..."

"I'm afraid we can't leave just yet..."

Ma Hongjun and the others didn't understand what he meant.

Tang San dropped to the ground and released his soul power:

"Teacher Zhao, I've reached level thirty!"

Zhao Wuji was overjoyed. Sensing his soul power, it was indeed at the strength of level thirty.

"Good, good!"

"Hahaha!"

"Little ones, it seems you won't be going back just yet!"

Over the next two days, The group searched for a suitable soul beast for Tang San.

Tang San explained that his teacher had taught him to lay a foundation with his first three soul rings, after which he should acquire soul rings specifically corresponding to the stem, leaves, roots, and flowers. His teacher had already chosen this third soul ring for him, Called the Green Poison Bone-Eroding Serpent, It was a type of Deadly Poison snake. Its venom could even corrode bone, making it porous and brittle until it shattered at the slightest touch, eventually causing the target to die in extreme agony!

On the evening of the second day, At the border between the outer perimeter and the mixed zone of the Star Dou Great Forest, Zhao Wuji found a Green Poison Bone-Eroding Serpent around 1,400 years old. It was five meters long with sharp fangs, its entire body ink-green with irregular white patterns, Allowing it to hide perfectly in the forest.

The only issue was the smell; it emitted a foul stench.

However, Tang San didn't care at all.

This time, Zhao Wuji took action personally, easily subduing it for Tang San to absorb.

Half an hour later.

Tang San opened his eyes in excitement and summoned his Blue Silver Grass.

The form had truly changed again!

Blue Silver Grass grew within his palm, shifting into a hybrid color. The entire body remained a deep, dark purple-black, yet it was faintly overlaid with a layer of greenish-black, scattered with sporadic white spots...

The venom secreted by the Blue Silver Grass had also changed.

It was no longer white, but a layering of white and green clinging to the vines. If one had to describe it... it felt like a lump of white tofu left to rot and liquefy, oozing green juices.

It was sticky and reeked of a foul stench.

The changes were hard to put into words.

But in the eyes of Tang San, there was only pleasant surprise. He could clearly feel that the toughness of the Blue Silver Grass had increased! The greatest problem had been solved!

Of course, the toxicity was pungent, but that was a symbol of power!

"I succeeded!"

"Look!"

He stood up in excitement, but instead of the celebration he expected from the others, he was met with strange gazes.

Tang San felt the stares of the Seven Devils: "What are those expressions?"

Ma Hongjun pointed at him:

"You... uh, you're so black..."