Xiao Wu: Is Lin Chuan a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

Old Jack was beaming, as if he had grown ten years younger.

He was so excited that tears streamed down his face.

He praised them to everyone he met:

"Look! These are the Lord Soul Masters who came from our village! Lin Chuan! Tang San!"

"They are both hidden dragons of our Holy Soul Village!"

He even gathered the entire village for a never-ending feast.

Meanwhile, inside a rundown blacksmith shop in the corner of the village.

Tang Hao sat in the shadows, holding a jug of cheap ale.

His deep gaze passed through the window.

There, Tang San was squatting on the ground, carefully grilling a plump river fish for Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan, meanwhile, lounged in a reclining chair, fighting Xiao Wu for sunflower seeds.

Over the past few years.

Though he had never shown himself.

He had never truly left.

He had personally witnessed Lin Chuan's inconceivable rate of growth.

Lazy.

Extremely lazy.

Yet the kid's strength seemed like a bottomless pit.

"This kid's Martial Soul is definitely more than a mere mutation."

Tang Hao took a swig of wine, his gaze complicated.

He had seen Tang San being thoroughly suppressed by Lin Chuan.

In terms of Soul Power, Lin Chuan surpassed Tang San.

In terms of physical constitution, Lin Chuan's flesh was practically harder than stone.

In terms of status, well, his own son was practically Lin Chuan's personal chef and nanny.

But although Lin Chuan was lazy and ordered Tang San around.

He was genuinely good to Tang San.

Whenever there was something tasty or useful, he never kept it to himself.

Even in cultivation, an offhand remark from Lin Chuan could often leave Tang San suddenly enlightened.

"Hmph, at least the kid has a conscience."

At that thought, Tang Hao snorted coldly.

But more importantly...

Tang Hao looked at the phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer behind Tang San, a confident, cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"So what if he's fast? So what if he's strong?"

"His current strength is nothing more than a fleeting bloom."

"Xiao San, don't be impatient. Blue Silver Grass will always be Blue Silver Grass."

"When you reach level sixty, when you add Spirit Rings to the Clear Sky Hammer, that will be a qualitative transformation!"

"The Clear Sky Hammer, the number one Weapon Martial Soul in the world! That is pure power!"

"When the time comes, with the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer and the Great Sumeru Hammer..."

"Lin Chuan? Hmph, by then, he'll only be your support!"

Then Tang Hao's gaze fell upon the hopping Xiao Wu.

As a Title Douluo, how could he possibly fail to see that she was a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit?

But he felt no killing intent.

Watching Tang San hand the grilled fish to Xiao Wu first.

Tang Hao's heart, hard as iron and stone, trembled.

For a moment, he seemed to see his younger self and the gentle Ah Yin.

"Ah Yin..."

Tang Hao's eyes grew moist.

"Is this fate?"

"Was I like this, and is Xiao San the same?"

"As long as she bears no ill will toward Xiao San, as long as she can stay by his side... let them be."

Having figured it all out, Tang Hao successfully talked himself into accepting this flawless chain of logic.

He contentedly drained the last mouthful of wine from the jug.

Carrying the inexplicable confidence that "my son will be number one in the world someday."

He turned over onto the worn straw mat and fell into a deep sleep.

With the support of resources, Tang San soon advanced to level twenty.

Lin Chuan, meanwhile, had long since reached level twenty and had accumulated Soul Power for some time.

Their most urgent task now was obtaining their second Spirit Rings.

For this soul hunt, Notting Academy could be said to have mobilized everyone.

The principal, a level forty-two Weapon Soul Ancestor, Su Yuntao, Ma Xiunuo, and even Grandmaster all went along.

Tang San's target was clear.

It was a plant-type Soul Beast Grandmaster had carefully selected—the Ghost Vine.

In a dark, damp swamp, the battle was exceptionally brutal.

The Ghost Vine's thorn-covered vines lashed out at everyone like countless venomous snakes.

Tang San displayed astonishing combat instincts.

Using the Purple Demon Eye and Tang Sect hidden weapons, he finally found the Ghost Vine's core while the principal and the others held it back.

"Pfft!"

The Sleeve Arrow pierced its vital point with perfect accuracy.

The seven-hundred-year Ghost Vine finally stopped struggling, and a dark yellow Spirit Ring slowly rose into the air.

"Pant... pant..."

Tang San collapsed into the mud, gasping heavily, his face pale.

Though the absorption process was painful, he endured it with sheer willpower.

His Soul Power surged dramatically in an instant!

And as he had hoped, his second Spirit Ring's ability was indeed Parasite!

"Congratulations, Xiao San! A seven-hundred-year Spirit Ring! This is already close to the theoretical limit for a second Spirit Ring!"

Grandmaster was so excited that tears welled in his eyes:

"With the Ghost Vine's Parasite ability, your Blue Silver Grass's control abilities will undergo a qualitative leap! My theory was right!"

Everyone crowded around him, offering their congratulations.

Tang San was also extremely excited as he felt the surging power within his body.

He was about to share the good news with the big brother who had always looked after him.

"Big Brother, look at me... Huh? Where's Big Brother?"

Tang San turned around and saw that Lin Chuan, who had been cracking sunflower seeds at the back of the group, was gone.

Only then did everyone realize that the guy whose presence fluctuated wildly had disappeared.

However, when everyone turned back to look for Lin Chuan, they discovered that he was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Lin Chuan? He was just here!"

Ma Xiunuo stomped his feet anxiously:

"This forest is full of Soul Beasts. What if he gets lost?"

Su Yuntao panicked as well. He had also broken through to level thirty, and with Martial Soul Possession activated, he was about to charge into the forest:

"Find him! Split up and search!"

Just as everyone was as frantic as ants on a hot pan.

"Rustle..."

The bushes nearby shook.

Lin Chuan emerged from them with an innocent expression.

He was even carrying something that looked like a piece of bamboo.

"Um, everyone, stop looking."

"I went over there to relieve myself just now, but I nearly tripped over this bamboo."

Lin Chuan held up the piece of bamboo.

It emitted a faint silver glow, even slightly distorting the surrounding space:

"I saw that it looked like it was about to die, and it could teleport too. It seemed pretty fun, so I absorbed it while I was at it."

Everyone took a closer look.

"Hiss—!"

Sharp intakes of breath rose one after another.

"Th-this is Void Bamboo?!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets:

"A spatial plant-type Soul Beast that exists only in legends!"

"It lives at the edge of spatial rifts and is incredibly difficult to catch!"

"And judging from the color of its bamboo joints, it's nearly two thousand years old?!"

"And it can teleport instantly? That's an ultimate life-saving skill!"

He was completely stunned into silence.

Tang San had risked his life for a seven-hundred-year Ghost Vine and still needed everyone's help.

Lin Chuan went to the bathroom, then casually absorbed a top-tier spatial Soul Beast?

"Was that even scientific?"

That was how he had obtained the Great Sun Golden Crow Vine too!

It was practically identical to last time. Lin Chuan's luck was so absurd that it was no longer even pretending to be reasonable.

Tang San had grown used to it too. His big brother was simply heaven-defying!

No matter what happened, it was nothing strange.

Only Xiao Wu hid behind Tang San.

Her big eyes darted around as she stared fixedly at Lin Chuan.

"Even with good luck, it can't possibly be this good."

"And he absorbed a nearly two-thousand-year Spirit Ring without any pressure at all!"

"Could Lin Chuan also be a Soul Beast rebuilding his cultivation? Could he even be a transformed ferocious beast stronger than me?"

Xiao Wu began to wonder to herself.

Otherwise, how could he always happen to get the perfect Spirit Ring every time?