That's Tang San! I Really Want to Kill Him and His Master!

"For example, if I wanted to produce another piece of Thirty-Thousand-Year Whale Glue like the one I consumed, it would take half a year right now!"

"Half a year?!"

Hearing that, Bibi Dong immediately stopped thinking Song Ye's first Soul Skill was quite so outrageous.

"Half a year to produce just one piece of Thirty-Thousand-Year Whale Glue."

"Though Whale Rubber is only produced by certain Soul Beasts and is, in some ways, even rarer than soul bones."

"Half a year is far too long!"

Bibi Dong gave an objective assessment.

She had originally thought that, with Song Ye's Soul Skill, they could rely on the resources he produced to mass-produce genius Soul Masters in the future.

Now, however, it seemed the production efficiency was too low. Only a small number of people could benefit.

Bibi Dong sighed. "That hardly counts as a prosperous country and strong army, Ye'er. Surely this Soul Skill doesn't end there?"

Song Ye smiled. "Of course not, Mother. All my Soul Skills can grow!"

"Right now, I only have one Soul Ring, so this is my production efficiency. But if I gain two rings, three rings, or even more, my production efficiency will naturally increase."

"And even if the production efficiency is low, being able to produce it at all is already very good."

"So that's it—growth potential." Bibi Dong murmured, "Could there really come a day when we achieve a prosperous country and strong army?"

"Ye'er, then if I asked you to produce a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, how long would it take?"

Song Ye pondered it, then shook his head. "I don't know. There are too many factors—different soul bone quality, strength, skill complexity, and so on."

"The ultimate efficiency of the supplies I produce is affected by many factors. It isn't simply limited by an item's quality or rarity."

"Then what Soul Power Level have you reached now?" Bibi Dong asked again.

Song Ye replied, "In answer to Mother, my Soul Power has reached level seventeen!"

"With the Soul Power from a Thousand-Year Soul Ring and the Thirty-Thousand-Year Whale Glue you consumed, level seventeen is quite good."

Bibi Dong nodded and lovingly stroked Song Ye's little head.

"Of course it is, Ye'er. You are Mother's finest child—and Mother's only child."

"Alright, now that we've finished hunting your first Soul Ring, let's head back."

"You must be hungry too, Ye'er. Mother usually doesn't spend much time with you, so today, let's take this chance to eat and have some fun properly."

Song Ye obediently followed Bibi Dong toward the nearest city, ready to feast.

Although Bibi Dong was a Title Douluo, she was posing as a Soul Saint. She could not fly, so the two could only travel slowly on foot.

There were plenty of people outside the Star Dou Great Forest. Hunters and merchants of all kinds could always be found there, but the two still headed for a city with more people to rest.

Unexpectedly, while following Bibi Dong, Song Ye arrived at the Soul Hunting Forest from the original story.

"Mother, is this the Soul Hunting Forest?"

After arriving in the city and passing the forest gate, Song Ye asked.

Bibi Dong answered gently, "That's right. Both the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires have Soul Hunting Forests like this, where Soul Beasts are raised in captivity."

"Still, they are of little use. It is hard to find even a Thousand-Year Soul Beast inside. Only trash goes in there!"

"Trash?"

Hearing that, Song Ye revealed an inexplicable smile.

He quickly pointed at a flat-haired man in the distance and a blue-haired six-year-old boy beside him.

"Mother, are they trash too?"

While passing the Soul Hunting Forest, Song Ye had spotted Yu Xiaogang and Tang San in the distance.

The combination of a flat-haired man and a blue-haired six-year-old boy, along with the belt at the boy's waist that happened to hold twenty-four jade stones, perfectly matched Yu Xiaogang and Tang San from the original story.

When Bibi Dong heard Song Ye, she looked in the direction he indicated.

Yet she never expected to see the lover she had longed for but dared not approach—her Xiaogang.

"Xiao... Xiao..."

"How could it be such a coincidence?"

Lost in thought, Bibi Dong nearly spoke Xiaogang's name aloud.

She had not expected that she would encounter the lover she had yearned for so deeply on the way back from accompanying her son on a Soul Ring hunt.

In an instant, Bibi Dong's heart began racing, and she even felt fear and nervousness.

How could this happen? Why is Xiaogang here?

He has become so haggard and old as well. We haven't met in so many years—is Xiaogang doing alright?

And who is that child behind him? Is he his descendant?

As the saying went, when exes met, their eyes turned red—either from hatred or tears.

And at that moment, Bibi Dong truly felt like crying.

Seeing his mother in that state, Song Ye asked in surprise.

"What is it, Mother? Do you know those two?"

"They're coming out now and walking this way."

Only then did those words pull Bibi Dong back from her thoughts.

Bibi Dong hurriedly composed herself, then said awkwardly.

"No, I'm fine."

"Mother, you don't look fine. Do you really know them?" Song Ye still asked suspiciously.

Seeing she could not evade the question, Bibi Dong could only make up an excuse.

"That's right. I... I've met that man before."

"He is Master Yu Xiaogang. I saw him back when I followed the Pope..."

"It is said that he once had a relationship with the Pope."

"Ye'er, Mother doesn't want him to see me. Mother needs to disguise herself, or he'll ask me about the Pope!"

The excuse was fairly reasonable. It was normal for a Soul Saint from Spirit Hall to feel some emotional turbulence upon seeing the Pope's former lover.

And because she did not dare get involved in the Pope's affairs, it was reasonable for her to conceal herself.

Song Ye nodded and said casually.

"It seems quite a few people in Spirit Hall know about Bibi Dong's sordid affairs."

"Indeed. I really don't know why that idiot Dongzi fell for trash like Xiaogang."

"The person behind him should be the disciple he took in."

"A disciple? Not his son?" Hearing that, Bibi Dong immediately seized on the important point.

She cared deeply whether Yu Xiaogang had found another woman.

Song Ye nodded. Watching Tang San and Yu Xiaogang talk as they approached, he commented indifferently.

"That's right, his disciple!"

"Mother, my perception of Fortune tells me that Yu Xiaogang's disciple is no ordinary person!"

"What a pity. Someone is protecting him from the shadows. Otherwise, I would really like you to kill him now!"

As a transmigrator, no one knew better than Song Ye how terrifying Tang San was.

In the future, he was destined to become king, establish his own nation, and even unite the Douluo Continent.

And Tang San—if he could not become Song Ye's man, then he had to die!

He represented the old order, supported the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, and was the successor of the once-top-tier Clear Sky Sect.

If Song Ye wished to become an emperor in the future, Tang San would surely be a formidable enemy!

Now that Tang San had already taken Yu Xiaogang as his master, there was likely no chance to win him over.

If he could not be won over, then he had to be killed!

As Song Ye thought this, he unconsciously swept his gaze over the surroundings. He was burning with impatience.

If Tang Hao were not certainly hiding somewhere in the shadows, he truly wanted to take his mother and wipe out both Yu Xiaogang and his disciple!