Uncle Can Afford to Raise You!

These things should be much easier to find in Soul Land I.

And once he unlocked the second seal, Tang San would gain a Blood Essence Soul Ring and the Golden Dragon Body soul skill.

Yin Chuan decided to resign.

He had originally become a teacher only to make it easier to look after a child.

Now that Tang San needed heavenly treasures, he could no longer keep loafing around at Nuoding Academy.

"Keep your spear steady."

"Don't let your hands shake."

"Keep your stance steady too. Plant your horse stance firmly."

At the back mountain of Nuoding Academy,

Yin Chuan stood in flowing white robes, his hands tucked into his pockets and his blue hair dancing in the wind. The scene was strikingly beautiful.

But when the view widened,

it became clear that he was standing like a golden rooster on one leg, balanced on the tip of a blue great spear with one foot, as light as a reed crossing a river.

At the other end,

Tang San was drenched in sweat, holding a horse stance as he gripped the shaft of the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear with both hands.

The Blue Silver Tyrant Spear was exceptionally long, over three meters in length.

This grip was the most exhausting.

Tang San held the butt of the spear.

Across from him, Yin Chuan stood on its tip and had used Soul Power to increase his own weight.

They had maintained this posture for half an hour already.

Yet Tang San's spear tip had not trembled in the slightest!

The Golden Dragon King bloodline and Whale Rubber body tempering had given Tang San strength far beyond that of an ordinary person.

He himself possessed astonishing perseverance, and his improvement over the past two and a half years had been immense.

"Very good. You've got plenty of strength."

Yin Chuan leaped lightly down from the spear tip, offering his praise without hesitation.

"It's all because Uncle taught me well."

Tang San finally let out a hard breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

His waist ached, his back hurt, and his legs were cramping.

But receiving his uncle's approval and praise made all the hardship and exhaustion feel sweet.

"Training is over. Time to eat."

Yin Chuan nodded and led Tang San to the cafeteria, where he directly ordered over a hundred portions of the best food on the second floor.

The people in the cafeteria had long since grown used to it.

The elegant Teacher Yin Chuan,

and his bottomless-pit nephew, who ate like a starving ghost reborn!

"Uncle, I'm digging in!"

Tang San, who had just finished training, had been starving for ages.

Once Yin Chuan picked up his chopsticks first,

he immediately began feasting, sweeping through the food like a storm. Before long, half the dishes on the table had vanished into Tang San's stomach.

That was right.

All hundred-plus portions were for Tang San alone...

Poor scholars and wealthy warriors.

A half-grown Golden Dragon King training in martial arts was no ordinary eater.

Mm...

Yin Chuan's mouth twitched.

If he could not occasionally squeeze some side quests out of Tang San, Tang San would probably have eaten him into poverty by now.

"Uncle..."

Halfway through eating, Tang San became a little embarrassed.

Looking at the empty plates piled into a small mountain,

he scratched his head, his face growing faintly warm.

He seemed to eat far too much...

If this kept up, would he eat Uncle into poverty?

Actually, Tang San did not eat this much every day. When he was not training, he ate a little less.

"Just eat."

"Do you think I can't afford to raise you?"

Yin Chuan shot Tang San an irritated glare. This bottomless pit...

He had raised him for two years already.

Only then did Yin Chuan belatedly realize

that raising the Golden Dragon King really was somewhat stressful.

"Oh."

Tang San felt warmth rise in his heart. Uncle was still so forceful and domineering, yet gentle at the same time. He truly treated him well.

Filled with gratitude, he ate even more freely.

After the Golden Dragon King bloodline awakened, Tang San's stomach had become like a bottomless abyss. No matter how much he ate, he never felt full.

But all that food was not for nothing.

Tang San's monstrous strength was in no way inferior to that of a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear cub. Combined with the power-focused Tyrant Great Spear, he already possessed a measure of combat strength.

"Uncle, if you can afford to raise even a super bottomless pit like Tang San, why not raise me too?"

"Just let me tag along."

"I don't eat much. One portion is enough."

Xiao Wu skipped over with a grin, hoping to mooch a meal.

"Get lost."

Yin Chuan refused without the slightest hesitation.

Money had to be spent where it mattered!

Supporting his nephew was already difficult enough. There was no way he would spend even a cent on Xiao Wu.

Did she think calling him Uncle meant she could freeload off him?

Sorry, he did not fall for that.

"You!"

Xiao Wu's delicate brows immediately shot up.

How could Yin Chuan be like this?

Tang San ate so much every day. Couldn't he spare her even a little?

What fell from between Tang San's teeth would be enough to feed her to bursting!

"Xiao Wu, stop fooling around."

"Uncle is my uncle. Don't go calling him that too."

Tang San frowned, put down his food, and became somewhat protective of it.

Ahem.

He was really only protecting the food. Perfectly proper food.

"You..."

Xiao Wu was so angry that she was speechless.

She looked at Tang San, then at Yin Chuan. With an angry stomp, she turned and stormed off.

This uncle and nephew were so close that no one else could squeeze their way in!

Xiao Wu was already an old acquaintance of Yin Chuan's.

She and Tang San could be considered classmates and good friends, yet this uncle and nephew only had eyes for each other and did not even spare her a glance!

"Eat first."

"Come with me after you finish. Uncle will teach you Overlord Disarming Armor."

Yin Chuan glanced at Xiao Wu's retreating back, then withdrew his gaze and began eating at an unhurried pace.

His appetite was far smaller than Tang San's.

His table manners were elegant and composed. With a glutton like Tang San beside him for contrast, he appeared even more refined.

"Got it, Uncle!"

Tang San was already impatient to learn spear techniques. He sped up his eating even more, picked up a fish, and swallowed it whole.

Yin Chuan had ordered him over a hundred portions of food.

There was fish in today's meal.

Over a hundred fish, all arranged by Tang San with their heads facing Yin Chuan...

After the meal,

Yin Chuan and Tang San returned to the back mountain of Nuoding Academy.

"Little San, watch carefully."

"This move, Overlord Disarming Armor, is a spear technique I created myself. It is the third form of the Blue Silver Thirteen Spears, focused primarily on defense—a defensive spear technique."

"By creating powerful bursts of force, it generates a rebounding shockwave that can withstand distant hidden arrows and blades or spears at close range."

"Don't you have some little gadgets for hurting people from the shadows?"

"Use one on me."

Yin Chuan held the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear and assumed a fighting stance.

"But Uncle, my hidden weapons are weapons for killing."

Tang San had serious reservations.

Hidden weapons were meant to kill people. How could he use one on his uncle?

That would be utterly disrespectful and unfilial!

"If I tell you to use it, use it. Stop talking nonsense."

Yin Chuan remained domineering.

He was walking the path of the Tyrant, after all. How could he not be domineering?

"Fine."

"Then please be careful, Uncle."

Tang San had no choice but to use a hidden weapon. He chose the beginner-level Silent Sleeve Arrow.

Among all hidden weapons, the Silent Sleeve Arrow was on the weaker side.

It should not be able to hurt Uncle.

Whoosh!

Without making a sound, the sleeve arrow shot out in an instant.

If Tang San had not warned him beforehand, this hidden arrow truly would have caught someone off guard.

"Overlord Disarming Armor!"

Yin Chuan spun the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear into a flourish, whirling it before him into an impenetrable circular disk.

Like a helicopter's rotor blades,

whoosh—

Bang!

A powerful rebounding force enveloped Yin Chuan in the form of an airwave.

The incoming hidden arrow

struck the airwave and was instantly ground to pieces.

"Hiss—"

Tang San's eyes widened as he sharply inhaled.

Protective energy?

The airwave generated by Yin Chuan's spear carried its own rebounding force, and it could disrupt both the power and trajectory of arrows fired from afar.

This defensive spear technique was an absolute counter to hidden weapons!

I have to learn it!