At this moment, Tang San's cultivation had already reached the realm of a ninety-third-level Titled Douluo.
This was entirely thanks to the Asura God deliberately going easy on him in secret and covering for him at every turn. Even though his Blue Silver Grass martial soul had never undergone its ultimate transformation or evolved into the top-tier Blue Silver Emperor, he had still exceptionally cultivated it to the ninth Soul Ring, breaking the conventional limits of soul master cultivation.
His eighth Soul Ring came from the deeply rooted Blue Silver King of the Blue Silver Forest, and its foundation was decent enough.
As for his ninth Soul Ring, it had been taken from his first time—Xiao Lang, the Gale Demon Wolf!
It had been a stormy night, and Tang San and Xiao Lang had shared a little wine.
Xiao Lang had gotten drunk, Tang San had been too young, and the two of them had muddled through it.
Tang San had come from Bashu in his previous life, and his temperament had always differed from that of ordinary people in this world.
On that stormy night, the Gale Demon Wolf had not developed any malicious intentions toward him. Instead, it had shielded Tang San several times when he was in danger, helping him escape with his life.
Later, when Tang San went out in search of his ninth Soul Ring, he unfortunately encountered a powerful soul beast far stronger than expected. Trapped in a desperate situation, gravely injured, and on the verge of death, he had nowhere left to turn.
At the critical moment between life and death, the Gale Demon Wolf that had once shared a bond with him stepped forward.
To keep Tang San alive, he had willingly burned all of his origin power and offered himself as