In a mountain range beside Heaven Dou City.
Tang San slowly finished cultivating, opened his eyes, and rose to his feet.
He had just consumed the Immortal Herb. His strength had now reached level 40; he only needed one more soul ring to become a Soul Ancestor.
A thirteen-year-old Soul Ancestor—surely one had never appeared anywhere on this continent before!
He was brimming with confidence. He had long since prepared his fourth soul ring.
Tang San opened the sack and released Xiao Wu.
"Get up!" Tang San slapped her awake, leaving a red handprint on Xiao Wu's face.
Xiao Wu slowly came to after the slap. The moment she woke, she felt a burning pain on her face and saw the icy look in Tang San's eyes.
"Where are we? Third Brother, what are you going to do?" She was somewhat afraid.
"What am I going to do? Of course, take your soul ring and Spirit Bone. I never expected you to be a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast rebuilding her cultivation. Heaven truly favors me, Tang San! Hahaha!"
Tang San burst into loud laughter, utterly exhilarated.
Who could compare to his luck? A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, an Immortal Herb, the Book of Antiquity in his left hand, Talismans in his right, and Twin Martial Souls on his back—a perfect start!
"Third Brother, you... how did you know?" Xiao Wu was stunned, her heart pounding wildly.
"Cut the nonsense. Sacrifice yourself to me right now. Give me your soul ring, or I'll kill you!" Tang San barked coldly.
Xiao Wu trembled in fear and curled into a ball, utterly lacking her usual domineering air as Sister Xiao Wu.
She had long expected that one day her identity would be exposed, and she had prepared herself for humans to kill her and extract