Tang San Vomits Blood, Defective Spirit Ring

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In the Soul Hunting Forest, Tang San was currently sitting cross-legged beside the corpse of a hideous giant snake, focusing all his attention on absorbing a century-old soul ring.

Suddenly, without any warning, Tang San's aura became violently chaotic!

The Blue Silver Grass martial soul within his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and an indescribable feeling of sorrow instantly flooded his mind!

Tang San was already at the most critical moment of absorbing the soul ring; this drastic change in his martial soul triggered the most terrifying of consequences!

"Pfft—!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed from Tang San's lips. The soul ring energy that had just begun to fuse instantly spiraled out of control, charging through his fragile meridians like a wild horse without a bridle!

Without help, he was destined to end up exploding from the inside out.

As for his newly sworn "Grandmaster," he had long since passed out from snake venom nearby, unable to even save himself.

"What is happening?!"

Tang San's consciousness remained, and he let out a roar of unwillingness from the depths of his heart: 'Why is my martial soul trembling?! Where is this sorrow coming from?!'

'No, if this continues, I will die. Mysterious Heaven Skill, suppress it for me!'

Unfortunately, although the Mysterious Heaven Skill was a balanced and upright Taoist internal art, it could not reverse this desperate situation of soul power backlash.

Just as Tang San's consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by the violent energy, at the final moment of life and death—

A tall figure draped in a tattered black robe appeared silently before Tang San.

The person who arrived was none other than Tang Hao, who had been protecting him from the shadows the entire time.

It could be said that without Tang Hao's secret protection, Tang San and Yu Xiaogang—two individuals who had lost their ability to act—would have been nothing more than two cans of high-sodium, high-fat meat to the soul beasts.

Tang Hao frowned as he looked at Tang San. He did not have much affection for this son; he viewed him more as a tool to revive the sect.

However, precisely because of that, he would never allow Tang San to be crippled just like that.

Therefore, Tang Hao acted without hesitation.

He merely extended a palm and pressed it against the top of Tang San's head. A massive surge of soul power at the Title Douluo level instantly poured into Tang San's body, forcibly stabilizing the rampaging soul ring energy.

However, even though Tang Hao's cultivation had reached the Title Douluo level, he could only temporarily stabilize this energy; he could not help Tang San absorb it. This was the fundamental rule of the Douluo Continent.

The most a Title Douluo could do was interrupt a low-level soul master's absorption process. While this would injure the soul master, they could recover after a few months of rest.

Just as Tang Hao was hesitating whether to use such a brutal method to save his son's life, another anomaly occurred!

The Mysterious Heaven Skill within Tang San's body actually used the "momentum" of this external force to regain control, once again beginning to guide the suppressed soul ring energy, attempting to pull it back onto the right track.

'Hmm? Is this the meditation method Little San has been practicing since he was young?'

Tang Hao was somewhat surprised. Although he had known for years that Tang San was training, he had only assumed it was some superficial method for strengthening the body. He had not expected it to be so resilient and miraculous, capable of finding a glimmer of survival in the desperate straits of a soul power backlash.

'What an overbearing technique... If only it could be brought back to the sect...'

This thought flashed through his mind, only to be extinguished immediately.

Regardless, Tang San had taken care of his own daily life for several years, and after all, this was the child he had with Ah Yin. As for the technique, he would wait until Tang San returned to the clan to acknowledge his ancestors, and let him offer it to the sect voluntarily.

After sensing that Tang San's soul ring absorption process had returned to the right track, Tang Hao once again faded into the shadows. As for the unconscious Yu Xiaogang nearby, Tang Hao had not spared him a single glance from beginning to end.

About another hour passed.

Drenched in sweat, Tang San finally woke up slowly from his state of absorbing the soul ring. The moment he opened his eyes, he summoned his martial soul, wanting to investigate the problem.

At this look, Tang San was immediately shocked. The Blue Silver Grass in his palm—where was the harmless, delicate appearance it had before?

Not only had the entire plant changed from light blue to an eerie blue-black, but the long, narrow leaves were also densely covered in barbs, emitting a fishy, sweet, poisonous gas.

However, Tang San did not feel there was anything wrong with the change in the martial soul's appearance. What truly filled him with shock and anger was the first soul ring that was slowly floating beneath him!

Tang San had seen Bai Shu and Yu Xiaogang display their soul rings before; their century-old soul rings were both a pure, bright yellow, with light flowing through them without a hint of impurity.

But this soul ring hovering beneath him now... its color was extremely dim, presenting a sickly, underdeveloped light yellow. Furthermore, the surface of the ring was actually interspersed with a large number of murky white spots!

White—that was the mark of a ten-year soul ring!

No matter how much Tang San lacked common sense, he knew this was definitely not a normal situation! His first soul ring had been contaminated into a defective product between ten and a hundred years old due to the mid-process rampage!

However, at the thought of the pain of his meridians tearing just moments ago, a wave of intense palpitations and panic surged in Tang San's heart.

If it weren't for an extremely overbearing, mysterious power that had suddenly descended to protect his heart meridians halfway through, he would be a dead man by now.

He did not know why this situation had occurred, but since his martial soul had transmitted feelings of sorrow, there must have been some kind of change in the outside world that was extremely unfavorable to his martial soul, or even to himself!

"Damn it! Who exactly is it?! Don't let me find out who is plotting against me behind my back, otherwise, I, Tang San, swear that one day I will use Tang Sect hidden weapons to tear you into ten thousand pieces!!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched tightly, and he cursed through gritted teeth as if to vent. It wasn't until he felt a dull ache in his chest that he suddenly remembered his teacher and hurriedly turned his head to search all around.

Soon, Tang San found Yu Xiaogang in a state of unconsciousness under a crooked tree.

It was just that... because of the mishap during his soul ring absorption, too much time had been delayed. By now, Yu Xiaogang's entire body had gone rigid. If not for his chest still rising and falling slightly, Tang San would have thought his teacher had already gone cold.

Not daring to delay, Tang San hurriedly took a short blade from his Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlit Night, scrambled over, and began to perform bloodletting treatment in a frantic panic.

Compared to Tang San's frantic panic to save Yu Xiaogang, Bai Shu was much more at ease. He was sitting lazily cross-legged on the edge of a cliff, blowing in the wind while refining the saturated life energy in his body.

After claiming the mission reward, the system had directly deployed the guardian, Xie Biyan, to his side.

However, because it needed to modify the other party's cultivation system and instill relevant knowledge, Xie Biyan had been wrapped in a cocoon of blinding white light since his appearance.

This white light lasted for a full hour before slowly dissipating, and the true face of the other party was finally clearly presented before Bai Shu's eyes.