Return Journey, Tang San's Shock, Gang Zi's Attack

"Alright, San, you're tired from absorbing your soul ring today. Get a good rest tonight and don't stay up late cultivating, you hear me?"

"San understands!"

After eating, Tang San watched Tang Chuan walk back to his room. A warmth born of being cared for by family welled up inside him. So this is what it feels like to have someone looking after you? It's nice.

Inside his room, Tang Chuan sat cross-legged on the bed, reviewing his system panel. Ever since the system had "run away," leaving behind only the template and panel functions, Tang Chuan often stared at it in a daze.

[Tang Chuan]

[Template: Sea God/Asura God Tang San]

[Blue Silver Emperor Soul Ring Configuration: Black, Black, Black, Black, Red, Black]

[Clear Sky Hammer Soul Ring Configuration: Unlocks after Blue Silver Emperor martial soul configuration is complete]

This panel was truly excellent. Tang Chuan's current combat power was completely invincible among his peers and capable of fighting above his rank.

He checked his level again.

[Soul Power Level: Sixty-seventh]

"It seems interactions related to Tang San can accelerate the template's progress. I'm already at level sixty-seven."

Tang Chuan stroked his chin in thought. When he first arrived at Nuoding Academy, he was only at the beginning of level sixty. Now, he was nearly at level seventy to unlock his Martial Soul Avatar.

Relying on his Blue Silver Domain, as long as he fought on home turf, Tang Chuan could achieve infinite stamina, with every blade of Blue Silver Grass providing him with a steady stream of energy.

"Forget it, time to sleep. Back to Nuoding City first thing tomorrow morning."

Without further thought, Tang Chuan decided to turn in. His schedule was always regular; after all, as long as he kept Tang San with him, he didn't need to worry about his cultivation at all.

Early the next morning.

Tang Chuan took Tang San and boarded a carriage back to Nuoding City.

In the carriage, Tang Chuan watched Tang San—who didn't treat him as an outsider at all—begin cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill right in front of him. His mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He really does see me as his old man, doesn't he? He's not even avoiding me while practicing this kind of technique?

Tang San, who appeared to be cultivating with his eyes closed, was actually sensing the changes in his godfather. He had thought about it for a long time last night and decided to let his godfather come into contact with the Mysterious Heaven Skill early.

This was his godfather, the future Supreme Elder of the Tang Sect. If he had to wait until later to receive the cultivation techniques alongside the other Tang Sect disciples, wouldn't that make him, Tang San, seem unfilial?

But he couldn't just hand it over directly. How could he do it? Tang San planned to use this method to make Tang Chuan ask for it himself.

"San, is this some kind of meditation technique?"

Tang Chuan played along with Tang San perfectly, asking directly. Although he knew it himself, if Tang San didn't offer it, practicing it outright would only damage the boy's favorability.

"Ah? This is my technique, called the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Godfather, if you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Oh? Everyone has their secrets. That you can treat me with such honesty, San, makes me very gratified!"

Tang Chuan patted Tang San's head with a large hand. The latter felt like his plan was a total success, a flash of wisdom crossing his eyes.

Tang San then began teaching Tang Chuan the cultivation method, and Tang Chuan was very cooperative, doing exactly as he was told.

"Alright, Godfather, just circulate it the way I described. Don't worry if it doesn't work the first time, after all... it is your first time?"

Seeing the aura belonging to the Mysterious Heaven Skill radiate from Tang Chuan, Tang San was stunned. He succeeded on the first try? And his method of circulation is almost identical to mine?

Tang Chuan's Mysterious Heaven Skill originated from the Tang God King template, so his circulation was naturally nearly identical to Tang San's.

"Godfather! You're a genius! And your circulation method is just like mine. Did you really grasp it just by watching me once?"

"Something like that. It seems you and I are truly fated, San!"

Tang San nodded heavily. This was more than just fate; he would believe it if someone said he and his godfather were cut from the same cloth.

Then, Tang San explained skills like the Purple Demon Eye and the Mysterious Jade Hand. As for the Crane Catching Dragon and the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, it wasn't convenient in the carriage, so Tang San didn't rush to pass them on.

To Tang San's surprise and delight, no matter the technique, Tang Chuan could "learn it at a glance." Not only that, but his execution was nearly identical to his own. Could his godfather really be a cultivation prodigy just like him?

"This, this is simply a miracle!"

"Just luck, San. Aren't you the same? Your own skills are equally extraordinary."

Tang San scratched his head in embarrassment; his godfather's words had hit the nail on the head.

Throughout the journey, the two discussed techniques. Tang San was even more surprised to find that his godfather not only had an extremely high comprehension level, but his insights into these techniques were almost identical to his own.

A day passed, and the two finally returned to Nuoding City.

Just as Tang Chuan and Tang San stepped through the academy gates, a black-clad figure walked over—it was Yu Xiaogang, who had been lying in wait for several days.

Why is this old guy here again? I can't give him a good look later, or Godfather might misunderstand.

Tang San frowned, his eyes cold. Tang Chuan didn't intend to acknowledge the man either, pulling Tang San along to leave.

"Stop!"

Seeing the two ignore him completely, a nameless fire surged in Yu Xiaogang's heart. I am Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, possessor of the greatest wisdom!

I am the first love of the current Pope, Bibi Dong, the Wisdom Corner of the Golden Iron Triangle!

"Tang San, your first soul ring shouldn't be ideal, right? It must be as I thought. After all, your master is also a Blue Silver Grass user, and he most likely absorbed a soul ring of the same type by mistake."

"How about this? Take me as your master. It doesn't matter if your first soul ring is wasted; the second soul ring is the critical period of your life. Let this Master attach the strongest soul ring for you!"

"Hmph, I won't even mention the fact that it took you fifty years to reach level twenty-nine, but to be too ashamed to even manifest your own Pig Martial Soul? To be ashamed of your own Martial Soul is to be a disgrace yourself."

Yu Xiaogang froze, clearly not expecting such a sudden remark, and was left both speechless and deeply stung.

"What do you know? There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Spirit Masters. I just ran into a bit of an accident!"

"A pig is a pig, why dress it up with such flowery words? And 'no trash Martial Souls'? Listen to yourself—doesn't that statement just insult you twice over?"

Tang Chuan couldn't be bothered to say anything more to him. He pulled Tang San along and headed toward Dorm Seven without looking back, leaving Yu Xiaogang standing there, muttering the same sentence over and over again.

Could it be that he had really insulted himself twice?

Hurriedly shaking his head, Yu Xiaogang suddenly snapped back to reality. His ultimate goal was to take Tang San as his disciple and slap the faces of everyone in this world who looked down on him.

This was a Twin Martial Soul, a one-in-ten-thousand genius; once he became a Titled Douluo, he would prove that his theories were flawless!