Inside the Spirit Hall's Worship Hall, the atmosphere grew even more oppressive, like a frozen, icy pool.
The worshippers all looked up at the scene of the Ichiraku Ramen Shop in the Sky Screen. Seeing how familiar and at ease Dugu Bo and Yu Zhi were with each other, without the slightest awkwardness, their expressions turned uglier by the second.
Qian Daoliu could no longer maintain his usual detached demeanor. His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes full of disbelief, as he said in a low voice, "Dugu Bo... had secretly joined Spirit Hall long ago?"
Anger and resentment churned within him.
A few days ago, in order to pave the way for Yu Zhi and give him enough backing to establish himself in the Dungeon, the Worship Hall had paid an immeasurable price.
Only now did he suddenly realize that Bibi Dong had been orchestrating everything in secret from beginning to end, keeping the Worship Hall in the dark and playing them for fools. How could Qian Daoliu possibly accept that?
"Bibi Dong! I will never rest until one of us is dead!"
Unable to suppress the fury in his chest, Golden Crocodile Douluo let out a long roar that made the entire hall hum and tremble.
To make this happen, he had sacrificed the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone he had treasured for so long. Looking back now, he only felt that he had suffered an absurd loss, having been led around by the nose.
That Spirit Bone had come from the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Golden Crocodile King, whom Qian Daoliu's father had helped him kill!
By the rules of Soul Masters on the continent, it should have belonged to Qian Daoliu's father.
But it had been given to him instead. He had been reluctant to absorb it and wanted to save it for someone with greater talent!
Thus, that Spirit Bone belonged jointly to the Worship Hall and was controlled by both him and Qian Daoliu!
Beside them, Guang Ling Douluo looked incomparably embarrassed. He hunched his shoulders in discomfort and tried to smooth things over in a low voice. "Big Brother, Second Brother, at least... with Dugu Bo's help, Yu Zhi's chances of succeeding in the Dungeon have indeed increased quite a bit..."
The moment he said that, even he felt ashamed.
Back then, he had been the one constantly persuading Golden Crocodile, saying that the Ninjutsu of the Naruto Continent was worth far more than a single Spirit Bone and that there was no need to fuss over temporary gains and losses.
He had also strongly urged Qian Daoliu, praising Yu Zhi's exceptional talent and profound fortune, claiming that Yu Zhi and Qian Renxue were an excellent match and that they could consider it early support for their future grandson-in-law.
But looking back now, he had been dragged into the scheme from beginning to end, acting as an accomplice while remaining completely in the dark.
Guang Ling cursed furiously to himself, Damn it, Yu Zhi! You all teamed up to screw me over!
Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile turned their heads at the same time. Two sharp gazes fixed directly on Guang Ling, making him so uncomfortable that he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.
Everyone understood the logic. Dugu Bo joining Spirit Hall was indeed beneficial to Spirit Hall's overall prospects.
But Bibi Dong had arranged it behind the Worship Hall's back, forcing the two worshippers to pay such an enormous price and trapping them so thoroughly.
Both old men were holding back a bellyful of anger as they cursed inwardly:
Young people had no sense of honor!
They specialized in deceiving and ambushing two old men like us!
Their consciences had been eaten by dogs!
After a long while, Qian Daoliu forced down the raging fire in his heart. The calm composure he had cultivated over a century had vanished completely as he gritted his teeth and declared in a deep voice:
"Yu Zhi, you'd better bring back the Ninjutsu opportunity from that Dungeon!"
"If you return empty-handed, I wouldn't mind letting you properly witness the true might of the Angel God!"
Meanwhile, different events were unfolding across the Sky Screen's five scenes, and the attention of everyone on the continent was quickly drawn tightly to Tang San's scene.
"Look over there! Tang San seems to have gotten into a conflict with someone!"
"How did something happen right after he was teleported in? He has barely landed. How did a fight break out so quickly?"
Amid the noisy discussion, the view shifted to Tang San's perspective.
The instant he landed in the Dungeon world, Tang San's robes had automatically adapted into the clothing style of the Naruto Continent without the slightest sense of mismatch.
He focused and surveyed his surroundings. Beneath his feet was a wide, level clearing, while rows of wooden targets stood in the distance.
"It looks like this should be a training ground."
Tang San immediately came to a conclusion. He remained wary as Soul Power quietly circulated through his body, ready to deal with any sudden development.
Just then, a series of heavy, powerful thudding sounds reached his ears.
Having spent years studying hidden weapons and throwing techniques, Tang San was exceptionally sensitive to such sounds.
A glint flashed through his eyes, and he recognized them instantly!
Someone was throwing hidden weapons at targets.
The repeated thuds of Kunai hitting targets instantly stirred the deepest obsession in Tang San's heart.
The people from Shrek said the hidden weapon techniques of the Naruto Continent were like mine? Today, I'll let everyone see what true Tang Sect Hidden Weapons are!
With a thought, Tang San concealed his presence and quietly moved toward the sound. Before long, he reached a hidden corner of the training ground.
In the field stood a boy who looked to be only around nine years old, repeatedly flipping Ninja Kunai through his hands.
He was no longer satisfied with straightforward throws. Instead, he controlled the Kunai to collide with one another in midair, ricocheting and changing direction along tricky, bizarre trajectories before accurately striking the distant bullseye.
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, his heart filled with disbelief.
How was this possible? There was actually such a throwing technique that borrowed force to change direction?
After his shock passed, he immediately realized that if this technique were incorporated into Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, it would undoubtedly cause his combat ability to soar.
He immediately activated the Purple Demon Eye, his gaze locked tightly onto every exertion of force, every turn of the wrist, and every movement of the fingertips as he silently broke down its intricacies.
"So that's how force is applied... the trajectory changes through collisions... there's actually such a way of thinking."
He was absorbed in watching, but before much time had passed, Uchiha Shisui stopped throwing Kunai. His cool gaze turned directly toward where Tang San was hiding.
Before Tang San could privately marvel at this, a clear voice carrying a trace of displeasure rang out.
"Friend, hiding in the dark to steal the throwing techniques of my Uchiha Clan is rather impolite, isn't it?"
Tang San's heart tightened. I've been discovered!
But upon hearing the words "steal techniques," Tang San immediately felt a little angry. He simply stopped hiding and slowly stepped out, speaking with an indifferent expression.
"What theft? I merely happened to pass by. Besides, your techniques look flashy but impractical. They have little actual use in combat."
Those words instantly ignited Shisui's anger.
He was usually mild-tempered and rarely became angry, but this shameless argument made his brows draw tight.
"What a coincidence that you happened to pass by! This is the Uchiha Exclusive Training Ground. How could an outsider like you happen to pass by? And you even belittle my techniques. You're truly shameless!"
Seeing that his opponent was only a young boy, Tang San could not help feeling somewhat disdainful. He calmly suggested, "How about we make a bet and have a match right here?"
"If I win, you will let me watch the complete set of throwing techniques. If you win, I'll teach you my exclusive Tang Sect Hidden Weapons techniques."
Shisui was nearly angered into laughter. The other party had clearly been secretly stealing his techniques, yet he was acting self-righteous and proposing a wager. He was truly thick-skinned beyond belief.
His expression abruptly turned serious. "For the glory of the Uchiha, I'll teach you a proper lesson today!"
A glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. Out of habit, he assumed the formal stance of a Soul Master duel and said in a deep voice:
"Tang San, level twenty-nine control-system Soul Master. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass!"
Afraid that Shisui might change his mind, he hurriedly assumed a combat stance!
Shisui was secretly puzzled. A fight was a fight, so why announce your name and reveal your own information? That was far too stupid, wasn't it?
But out of respect for his opponent, he still spoke solemnly.
"Uchiha Shisui. Martial Soul: Sharingan! Level thirty-five!"
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