Those Little Difficulties Were Nothing but a Little Wind and Frost!

Nuoding City lay at the crossroads between Heaven Dou and the Star Luo Empire. If they wanted to reach the Star Dou Great Forest, they would inevitably have to pass through Spirit City.

For Jiang Li and Tang San, that was a very dangerous prospect.

A genius who had reached Soul Saint at such a young age, traveling with a boy who had Innate Full Soul Power—if the lunatic in Spirit City discovered that combination, he would surely do everything in his power to keep the two of them there.

And given that lunatic's current attitude toward the Angel Clan, once he discovered the master and disciple, he would surely trot out the same old routine: invite them in, cut off their heads, and keep them as dogs.

Besides, the variety of Soul Beasts in the Soul Hunting Forest near Nuoding City was rather limited. Since Tang San had taken him as his master and was also so filial, Jiang Li felt that, as his teacher, he had to do his duty properly.

So the best choice for this Soul Hunt was the Sunset Forest near Heaven Dou City.

As the second-largest Soul Hunting Forest on the Douluo Continent, it was home to a great many kinds of Soul Beasts.

And this was also the perfect opportunity for him to see whether he could find the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

With Tang San, a walking encyclopedia of medicinal herbs, at his side, Jiang Li could also improve himself further if they found an Immortal Herb suited to him.

The next day, Jiang Li hired a luxurious carriage and set off toward the Sunset Forest with Tang San.

Tang San was absolutely thrilled the whole way.

According to Jiang Li, because of this world's cultivation system, Soul Masters had to absorb the corresponding Soul Ring to advance.

Didn't that mean that once he obtained a suitable Soul Ring, his Mysterious Heaven Skill, which had already reached a bottleneck, could break through to the next stage?

And he believed that, with his master's experience, he would surely find him a suitable Soul Ring.

What a pity Master isn't a disciple of the Tang Sect. Otherwise, I'd definitely teach him the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Tang San thought to himself.

But he soon realized that he had already considered building a Tang Sect in this other world.

Once he had established the sect's foundations, he could appoint his master as Grand Elder. Then he could reasonably pass the corresponding cultivation methods on to him.

Of course, before setting out, he had already given Jiang Li the Zhuge Crossbow he had specially made, and Jiang Li had also approved of his wish to take up blacksmithing.

Halfway there, Jiang Li, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly remembered something important.

Several pieces of top-grade Whale Rubber sat quietly in his Storage Soul Tool.

Back when his Soul Power had been low, he hadn't been able to get his hands on any. By the time he had the ability to do so, Whale Rubber had become almost useless for improving himself.

"Xiao San, there's something very important that I need you to decide for yourself."

Hearing how serious Jiang Li sounded, Tang San immediately sat up straight. "Tell me, Master."

"Xiao San, according to the conventional wisdom of the Soul Master World, a Soul Master's usual limit for absorbing a First Soul Ring is around four hundred years."

"But I know a secret method that can let you make your First Soul Ring six hundred, or even seven hundred, years old. That way, your Second Soul Ring could reach a thousand years."

"A Soul Master only has a few golden years for cultivation, so you could say that if you get ahead by one step, you'll stay ahead at every step."

"But what concerns me is that if you end up with a thousand-year Second Soul Ring, endless trouble will follow. As for why, I believe you're smart enough to figure it out."

After hearing what his master had said, Tang San needed only a moment to think before his resolve hardened.

Cultivation was already a rebellion against the heavens. Those little difficulties were nothing but a little wind and frost!

"Master, please help me!"

Tang San rose to his feet and bowed solemnly to Jiang Li.

"Good. Since you have such ambition, Xiao San, then even if I have to risk my life, I'll help you grow strong!"

In his heart, though, he was thinking that with Tang Hao around, the man would surely help the two of them overcome every difficulty.

Tang San was so moved that he repeatedly knocked his head against the ground before Jiang Li.

Soon, Jiang Li took an object from his Storage Soul Tool. It was a crystalline substance, either milky white or pale gray, with a nearly translucent texture.

It was a little like the half-set jelly from his previous life.

This piece of Whale Rubber was several thousand years old, making it just right for Tang San to consume at his current age.

Next, Jiang Li had the carriage driver stop nearby. He grabbed Tang San by the shoulder and, in just a few bounds, brought him to a wooded area with a stream.

"Xiao San, once you take it, no matter what discomfort you feel, you have to endure it."

"Your body will also keep expelling impurities during the process. You can wash them off in this stream."

Jiang Li gave him these instructions in particular.

But he also believed that with Tang San's composure from living two lives, he wouldn't end up like Dai Yuhao and that lecherous chicken in the Sea God Lake ten thousand years later.

"I understand, Master!"

Tang San hurriedly nodded. He felt more and more that he owed his master.

A miraculous medicine that could cleanse the body and marrow would have been precious even in the Bashu Tang Sect of his previous life, yet his master was willing to give him something so valuable outright!

He could never repay his master's kindness!

Soon, Jiang Li released his Soul Power. The Whale Rubber in his hand slowly softened, and he placed it in a bowl before handing it to Tang San.

A strange fragrance instantly filled the air.

Tang San looked resolutely at the bowl Jiang Li held out to him, gritted his teeth, and drained it in one go.

In an instant, a strong, pungent sea stench barged into Tang San's nostrils.

Before the fishy taste could fully spread across his tongue, it suddenly condensed into a warm, searing current and slid down his throat into his belly.

The strange sensation of cold and warmth mingling made Tang San's eyes narrow in comfort.

Soon, he felt as if a scorching furnace had been stuffed into his chest and abdomen.

The warmth was no longer confined to scattered points. It slowly spread through his flesh, and even his fingertips and toes began to tingle with heat.

Then the warm current surged along his meridians, flooding his limbs and body.

The skin all over Tang San's body had turned a translucent crimson, and even the sweat seeping from him was faintly reddish-brown.

The impurities lodged deep in his meridians, so difficult to remove, were slowly seeping out through his sweat and congealing into a thin layer of white frost on his skin.

Without worrying about anything else, he quickly stripped off his clothes and stepped into the stream, focusing on refining the medicine.