"...Please Accept Tang San's Bow!"

A subtle change occurred within Jiang Ci'an.

There were no light effects, no sounds, and no eye-catching anomalies; his very presence was simply and quietly masked at this moment.

Jiang Ci'an calmly sensed his own state, then raised his eyes, his golden pupils flickering as he activated his "Perspective" to scan his surroundings.

He locked onto his target quickly.

Not far away, under a large tree, a burly figure clad in a black robe stood silently, his form hidden by the faint, surrounding cluster of Blue Silver Grass.

Tang Hao.

As a Titled Douluo—and not just any ordinary Titled Douluo—no one in Notting Academy would be able to detect his presence if he did not wish it.

However, under the super-enhanced version of "Perspective," nothing could remain hidden.

Jiang Ci'an stepped forward.

He walked at a steady pace, his footsteps creating a faint rustling sound as they pressed against the Blue Silver Grass.

Under normal circumstances, given the sensory capabilities of a Titled Douluo, Tang Hao would have detected Jiang Ci'an the moment he cast his gaze upon him.

Tang Hao might even have struck immediately.

After all, an unknown entity who could suddenly appear and see through his disguise—even if it looked like a mere child—was not to be underestimated.

It was precisely because of this that Jiang Ci'an had tested the fact that dying in this world would not affect his reality several times before.

But now, Jiang Ci'an walked with complete ease to within four or five steps of Tang Hao.

The black-robed Titled Douluo remained leaning against the tree trunk, his gaze fixed through a distant window at Tang San, who was currently conversing with a middle-aged man.

As for the youth standing within arm's reach, Tang Hao remained completely oblivious.

Indifference.

Jiang Ci'an repeated the word in his heart, unbidden.

Clearly, his soul skill had received the same super-enhancement in this virtual world as his "Perspective."

In this virtual world, "Indifference" could take effect even against a powerhouse at the level of a Titled Douluo.

The room for maneuver had increased significantly.

Jiang Ci'an withdrew his gaze, not wanting to waste too much time on Tang Hao.

He turned and walked toward the building opposite, pushed the door open, and ducked into a room.

Just as he entered, a voice still carrying a hint of childishness reached his ears.

"...Please accept Tang San's kowtow."

Following that, Jiang Ci'an watched as Tang San performed three loud, solid kowtows to both the middle-aged man and himself, who had just stepped through the door.

Jiang Ci'an: "..."

An unexpected bonus?

Jiang Ci'an raised an eyebrow and leaned against the side, light rippling in his golden pupils as he watched this iconic scene of Tang San taking on a master with great interest.

Watching Yu Xiaogang help Tang San up and continue speaking, Jiang Ci'an's gaze lingered briefly on Yu Xiaogang.

He was quite interested in the Grandmaster, though not in his theories, but rather in his martial soul.

One had to realize that this was an externalized martial soul, a rarity across the entire Douluo Continent, and it held significant research value.

However, compared to that, there was something more worthy of his attention right now.

Jiang Ci'an's gaze fell upon Tang San, his vision piercing through skin, flesh, and bone to capture the trajectories of soul power flowing through the meridians.

That was the natural circulation path of the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

After confirming the various characteristics of this virtual world, Jiang Ci'an's first thought was how to utilize them most efficiently.

He could not bring any tangible objects out of this world.

Therefore, those opportunities that were relatively easy to obtain—such as A Yin's spirit bone, or Xiao Wu's spirit rings and bones—were not worth pursuing for the time being.

After all, there was no point in taking things he couldn't bring back.

The only thing he could take out of this virtual world was knowledge.

And in the timeline of the first Douluo series, there wasn't much knowledge useful for later generations.

If this were the timeline of the third Douluo series, he would certainly find a way to acquire knowledge related to spirit souls, forging, battle armor, and soul guidance devices.

But this was ten thousand years ago, a period before Tang San had attained godhood.

Thus, the first thing that came to his mind was the secret arts of the Tang Sect.

Or, to be more precise, the "Mysterious Heaven Skill."

Although there were many points to criticize about the Mysterious Heaven Skill, it was undeniable that the authentic version in Tang San's possession was indeed a treasure.

It could not only strengthen power, speed, defense, and physical resilience, but also heal injuries, improve the quality of soul power, accelerate soul power recovery, and reduce the risks of absorbing spirit rings.

Once cultivated to the ninth level, one could even reach the realm of "three flowers gathering at the crown and five energies returning to the origin."

As an authentic, superior Taoist internal cultivation method, the Mysterious Heaven Skill was comprehensive to the point of being absurd.

Although it was truly baffling why the core heritage technique of the Shu Tang Sect—a sect that specialized in hidden weapons—was an authentic Taoist internal cultivation method, it was undeniable.

In the Douluo Continent, a world where cultivation techniques had yet to form a systematic structure, the Mysterious Heaven Skill was essentially a dimensional strike.

Even in the era of the Peerless Tang Sect where he resided, the cultivation system had progressed since ten thousand years ago, giving rise to all sorts of meditation methods.

Yet, in essence, the cultivation techniques remained unsystematic, relying far more on martial spirits and innate soul power.

Of course, this might also be because Tang San had not passed down the orthodox Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Regardless, the orthodox Mysterious Heaven Skill in Tang San's possession was highly promising.

His initial plan was to use "Perspective" to observe the trajectory of Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill, then combine it with his own ability to die at will in this world to learn it step-by-step through trial and error.

After all, since he wouldn't truly die, the cost of trial and error was effectively zero; it was well worth a shot.

However, after obtaining "Indifference," he realized he could make things simpler.

After all, "Indifference," which had been significantly enhanced in this virtual world, was not limited to his own use.

Watching Grandmaster and Tang San still in conversation, Jiang Ci'an walked straight up to them.

Under the effect of "Indifference," neither of them noticed a thing.

Immediately, Jiang Ci'an placed his hand on top of Tang San's head.

He injected "Indifference."

The first thing to be masked was Tang San's presence.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been chatting with Tang San with great interest, his eyes filled with excitement as he spoke incessantly about his insights into martial spirit theory, suddenly froze.

Then, a look of confusion rose in his eyes.

He stared at the empty space in front of him, his brows knitting slightly as he wore a thoughtful expression.

What... was he doing just a moment ago?

Yu Xiaogang rubbed his forehead, momentarily unable to figure out what had happened.

He had forgotten who he was talking to, forgotten why he was standing there, and even forgotten what he had just said.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was not only turning a blind eye to Tang San, but even the memories in his mind regarding Tang San—everything—had been quietly masked by "Indifference," sinking into the depths of his consciousness and being completely ignored.

Tang San, who had been conversing with Yu Xiaogang, sensed that something was wrong immediately.

He watched as his teacher suddenly stopped speaking, his gaze becoming vacant and losing its focus, as if he were staring at thin air.

Tang San was somewhat puzzled; he opened his mouth, intending to call out to his teacher and ask what was wrong.

But the next moment, A look of confusion gradually rose in his own eyes as well.

At this instant, Tang San's consciousness was masked along with him.