The Free-Range Chicken Tang San, a Miraculous Miracle!

On the edge of the inner circle of the Star Dou Forest, the once-violent aura had been completely cleansed away by the radiance of the Judgment Angel.

Su Yun sat cross-legged, the eight golden wings of light behind him emitting a gentle pulse that nonetheless made the spirit beasts tremble in fear.

These had originally been Tang San's sinister, venomous Eight Spider Lances, but under the forced assimilation of Su Yun's god-tier martial soul and the system's top-level purification, they had been completely reborn into a top-grade External Soul Bone that would be hard to find even in the God Realm.

Tang San lay on the ground, still unconscious. His once-handsome face was now swollen like a purple yam, with dried blood still clinging to the corners of his mouth.

Most desolate of all, his once-straight spine seemed to have collapsed slightly; it was the physical manifestation of his destiny being forcibly extracted.

Just then, a hurried rustling of grass sounded from the nearby jungle.

"Brother Su Yun!"

A crisp cry, laced with the sound of sobbing, rang out.

Immediately after, a pink figure stumbled out from the bushes.

Xiao Wu looked rather disheveled; her signature scorpion braid was messy, her clothes were stained with withered leaves, and her fair little face was smudged with dirt, looking exactly like a frightened little rabbit that had just escaped the clutches of death.

The moment she saw Su Yun, her eyes erupted with a dazzling brilliance. Without a second thought, she threw herself into his arms, her slender arms wrapping tightly around his waist as her body trembled slightly.

"Wuwuwu... Brother Su Yun! You scared me to death! That big monkey... after that big monkey grabbed me, it suddenly threw me away halfway. I ran for so long before I found my way back!"

Su Yun felt the warm, vibrant body in his arms, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

What acting!

If he hadn't already reached a consensus with Er Ming (the Titan Giant Ape), he might have actually been fooled by this little rabbit's performance.

This naive tone, this perfectly timed trembling, this relief of surviving a disaster—if Oscar didn't give her an award, it would be a loss for the entire Spirit Master World.

"Alright, alright, it's okay now."

Su Yun took the opportunity to hold Xiao Wu, his large hand gently stroking the back of her head as he comforted her, "With your brother here, even the King of the Forest can't hurt you."

Xiao Wu buried her face in Su Yun's chest and rubbed against him, secretly rolling her eyes as she scoffed inwardly:

That blockhead Er Ming almost gave the game away just now. I'll have to make it eat extra bamboo when I get back.

After soothing Xiao Wu, Su Yun turned his head and cast a cold, indifferent glance at Tang San, who lay on the ground like a dead dog.

With a thought, his Diary appeared in the void, and the nib danced across the pages in the chapter titled "Causality."

[Heh, today's harvest was perfect.]

[The Eight Spider Lances that originally belonged to Tang San have now become my 'Wings of Judgment.' Looking at this divine radiance, and then looking at the loser on the ground whose very spine I've drained, I feel better than ever.]

[Tang San, oh Tang San, you are destined to spend this life digging holes in the mud of this forest. Without these wings of mine, you'll be nothing but a 'ground-dwelling chicken' for the rest of your life. Want to fly? Keep dreaming in your next life.]

[But come to think of it, this girl Xiao Wu's acting is getting more and more refined. I'll have to reward her with a Top-Grade Ruby Carrot later.]

The moment the Diary updated, Bibi Dong in Spirit Hall and Qian Renxue in Heaven Dou City simultaneously sensed the heat of the copy.

Seeing the words "ground-dwelling chicken," Qian Renxue couldn't help but burst into laughter, her eyes filled with doting affection: "This little brat, he's truly rotten to the core. But this ability to snatch opportunities... it really suits my taste."

About a quarter of an hour later, the sound of rapid footsteps came from the other side of the forest.

"Su Yun! Xiao Wu!"

Ning Rongrong's anxious voice pierced the silence.

Soon, two figures rushed out of the jungle one after another.

It was Zhu Zhuqing, who had used her agility advantage to track them all the way, and Ning Rongrong, who was panting heavily while clutching various defensive Soul Tools.

When the two women saw Xiao Wu safe and sound in Su Yun's arms, their hanging hearts finally dropped.

"Phew... you scared this young lady to death."

Ning Rongrong patted her heaving chest and sat on the ground without any regard for her image, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Xiao Wu, it's so good that you're okay! If anything had happened to you, Su Yun would have torn this Star Dou Forest apart."

Zhu Zhuqing remained cold and elegant, but as her icy gaze swept over Su Yun, it revealed a hint of reliance she hadn't even noticed herself.

She walked up to Su Yun, wanting to speak, but her gaze was suddenly drawn to the golden afterimage behind him that hadn't fully dissipated.

That faint layer of golden light, though already retracted into his body, left divine ripples in the air that lingered for a long time.

"Su Yun... just now, that was..."

Zhu Zhuqing asked hesitantly.

Ning Rongrong also came to her senses; after all, she was from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and was well-informed.

Just a moment ago, from a hundred meters away, she had seen golden light flooding the sky above the forest. That divine power had even caused her own Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul to resonate strongly.

She jumped up and circled Su Yun three times, her eyes sparkling with wonder:

"Su Yun! I thought I saw wings on your back just now? Those golden, shiny ones... did you fly over here?"

Su Yun released Xiao Wu and stood up, elegantly brushing off his hem. His handsome, god-like face wore a perfectly calibrated, incredibly punchable expression of humility—what later generations would call "flexing."

"Oh, that?"

Su Yun's tone was as indifferent as if he were discussing what he had eaten for lunch.

"I really did have good luck when I saved Xiao Wu earlier. I happened to run into a long-faced spider that didn't know any better and tried to ambush me. I dealt with it while I was at it, and as it turned out, my luck was truly excellent. Perhaps it was intimidated by my righteousness before it died, because it actually dropped an External Soul Bone."

"An External Soul Bone?!"

Ning Rongrong let out a shriek that could pierce the clouds, her small mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

Zhu Zhuqing also froze completely, her usually calm eyes filled with shock.

What was the concept of an External Soul Bone?

It was a treasure second only to a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring on the dream list of every soul master!

It was a miracle that countless Title Douluo sought their entire lives but could never obtain!

"It... it dropped?"

Ning Rongrong's speech was somewhat stuttered.

"Then the thing on your back earlier, was that the evolved External Soul Bone?"

Su Yun turned around, his thoughts shifting slightly.

"Hum!"

Eight snow-white, sacred wings of light, covered in fine golden patterns, slowly unfolded behind him.

Each feather was composed of the purest light elements, refracting the sunlight to emit an intoxicating, multicolored divine glow.

This was no mere soul bone; it was a miracle!

"There, it's just this thing."

Su Yun curled his lips, shaking his wings with an expression of disdain.

"Although it looks a bit like wings, it feels too flashy. It can barely carry me in flight, and it only provides a tiny boost to movement speed and purification effects. It's barely usable, barely usable."

"..."

The air fell into a deathly silence.

Ning Rongrong wanted to cry.

Her sect was known as the wealthiest in the world, with treasures piled high in its vaults, but an External Soul Bone?

That was something even her father, Ning Fengzhi, wouldn't dare to dream of!

And yet, Su Yun said this thing was barely usable?

Zhu Zhuqing felt a sense of powerlessness.

She had trained desperately and survived life-and-death situations, putting in so much effort just to become stronger.

Yet Su Yun went into a forest, killed a spider, and obtained a divine piece of equipment that could change a soul master's destiny, only to complain that it was too flashy?

"Su Yun, do you know that if these words of yours get out, every soul master on the continent will unite to hunt you down?"

Ning Rongrong said through gritted teeth.

"You call this barely usable? Then what are our martial souls? Fire pokers?"

Su Yun touched his nose, looking innocent.

"It really is just barely usable, after all, they aren't real wings."

The three girls were collectively speechless, and even the original cause of the trouble, Xiao Wu, couldn't help but want to pinch him.

This humble-bragging was truly infuriating.

Just then, the purple lump on the ground that everyone had ignored began to move.

Tang San had actually woken up the moment Su Yun summoned the wings of light.

Although his entire body was in excruciating pain, his consciousness remained.

He had thought he was already in hell, but the moment he opened his eyes, he heard Su Yun's remark about having good luck and getting an External Soul Bone.

Immediately after, he saw those eight sacred wings of light.

As a disciple of the Tang Sect and a transmigrator bolstered by the Mysterious Heaven Record, Tang San knew all too well what that meant.

That belonged to him!

That was the ultimate weapon he had sensed in the dark, the one that could allow him to turn the tables and defeat enemies of higher ranks!

But now, that thing was growing on Su Yun's back.

And to make matters worse, Su Yun actually said it was barely usable?

"Barely usable?"

Tang San repeated these words over and over, the overwhelming resentment and grievance in his heart turning into something tangible.

He felt as if his heart were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand; the sense of loss from having his treasure stolen away was agonizing.

"Wah—!"

Tang San spat out another mouthful of blood, his complexion shifting from pale to deathly gray.

That extreme sense of shame and fury snapped the final thread of reason in his mind.

His eyes rolled back, his body convulsed twice, and he passed out cold once again.

Su Yun cast a sidelong glance at the stiffened Tang San, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He retracted his wings of light and beckoned to the three women:

"See? I told you the environment in the Star Dou Forest wasn't great. Let's go; I'll take you to the core area to find a clean lake to wash your faces."

As for Tang San on the ground?

Sorry, Su Yun couldn't even be bothered to spare him another glance!