On the continent,
things did not quiet down just because Su Mo and Xiao Wu had left.
Because the Tang Sect founded by Tang San
had officially opened its doors in Barak City.
Tang San stood beneath the Tang Sect's sign, immensely excited.
Yu Xiaogang stood behind him, clutching the freshly drafted sect rules in his hand.
The rules were not complicated, only three in total: first, do not betray one's master; second, do not bully the weak; third, do not pass them on to outsiders. The final rule was written with the greatest emphasis, nearly piercing through the paper. Tang San had said that the Tang Sect's lifeblood was its soul skills. Whoever leaked them would come receive punishment themselves.
Once the news spread, Barak City became packed with people.
Every tavern was filled with discussions about the Tang Sect.
Some Soul Masters squatted by the city gates, saying that Tang San, just a Soul Ancestor, dared to found a sect. He probably did not know how the word "death" was written.
Others beside them retorted that Tang San had used Blue Silver Grass so brilliantly in the Soul Master Tournament and had taught his teammates so many Self-Created Soul Skills. That alone qualified him to be a sect master.
The two sides nearly came to blows as they argued, only to be separated by patrolling city guards.
On the first day, those seeking to join the Tang Sect formed a line all the way to the end of the street. There were wandering Soul Masters, students who had withdrawn from other academies, and even several small clans that had sent over their most promising juniors.
Tang San did not accept everyone.
He had Yu Xiaogang screen the applicants, judging their martial souls, their character, and whether they felt