Tang San Recognizes Yu Xiaogang as His Godmother!

Wild joy instantly washed away the earlier grief.

Like a madman, Yu Xiaogang cried and laughed, cradling Luo Sanpao's chubby face as he inspected it again and again.

Through his martial soul connection, he could clearly sense that thin yet genuine trace of dragon blood flowing within Luo Sanpao's body!

"Luo luo luo~"

Luo Sanpao happily circled his master. His fat body was surprisingly nimble, and when his tail swung, it even stirred a faint ripple of soul power.

"Dragon bloodline... so that's it..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered. A terrifying gleam suddenly burst from his clouded eyes.

"As long as I keep completing tasks... Luo Sanpao can evolve into a true Golden Sacred Dragon?!"

The thought made his entire body tremble.

The humiliation of being stuck at Rank 29 for over twenty years, the mockery of being called trash—all of it would vanish with the evolution of his martial soul!

But immediately afterward, an even more shocking change occurred—

His manhood actually... reacted?!

Yu Xiaogang stiffly lowered his head, an unhealthy flush appearing on his pale face.

The scene he had just witnessed replayed uncontrollably in his mind: Bibi Dong's alluring body bound in restraints, Qian Xunji's rough movements...

"Dong'er's body... is so beautiful..."

He murmured as if possessed, then jolted at his own thoughts.

Even more terrifyingly, he realized that he was actually looking forward to the next task?!

"No... this isn't right..."

Yu Xiaogang desperately shook his head, trying to drive away those filthy thoughts.

But his body's honest reaction, along with the inexplicable excitement surging deep in his heart, made his denial seem utterly feeble.

The theory master who had once prided himself on his moral integrity was now caught in an unprecedented conflict between self-loathing and secret pleasure...

Morning mist blanketed the training field. Shrek's eight students stood in a line, their soles crushing the damp blades of grass.

Lin Jiang's sharp gaze swept over the late-arriving Yu Xiaogang, and a hint of amusement curled at his lips—

The Master's usually rigid, stern eyes were visibly swollen and red. Though he tried his best to keep a straight face, his deliberately tightened jaw and the tear tracks beneath his eyes that had not been fully wiped away fooled no one.

"Today's special training..." Yu Xiaogang's hoarse voice had barely begun.

"Master!"

Tang San suddenly stepped forward, his eye-catching balding hairstyle making him impossible to ignore, his voice startlingly loud.

He took a deep breath. Under everyone's astonished stares, he deeply bowed to Yu Xiaogang and said something utterly shocking: "Could... could you become my godmother?!"

The air instantly froze.

Xiao Wu's beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened round, her pink lips parting as she screamed inwardly:

Xiao San, have you gone crazy from lacking motherly love?! How does this bald uncle look anything like a mother?!

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth in shock, while a rare flash of astonishment crossed Zhu Zhuqing's cold eyes.

Dai Mubai's mouth twitched. Oscar and Ma Hongjun looked as though they had seen a ghost.

Their gazes shifted back and forth between Tang San's gleaming bald head and Yu Xiaogang's sparse hair, their faces plainly declaring—

"These master and disciple are both seriously insane."

Yu Xiaogang's body visibly swayed.

His already taut face instantly stiffened. Then, under everyone's increasingly horrified stares, a strange light actually appeared in his eyes, mixed with a... bizarre tenderness?

"Xiao San..."

Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled strangely. He slowly raised a hand as if to pat Tang San's head, but forcibly stopped himself. In the end, he nodded heavily, with something like determination.

"A teacher for a day, a mother for life! Fine! I'll be your godmother!"

"Thud!"

Ma Hongjun stumbled and fell flat onto the ground.

Dai Mubai held his forehead, Oscar rolled his eyes, and Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged looks. Both saw the same word in the other's eyes: absurd.

Xiao Wu shut her eyes in agony. Third Brother's image shattered into pieces in her heart once more.

Only Lin Jiang stood at the edge of the crowd with his arms crossed, a silent smile lingering on his lips.

Two task records were clearly displayed on the main control panel in his mind:

[Tang San's Task: Recognize Yu Xiaogang as His Godmother (Completed)]

[Yu Xiaogang's Task: Recognize Tang San as His Godson (Completed)]

A vast, cool current of warmth instantly surged into Lin Jiang's sea of consciousness!

Like a rushing river pouring into a parched riverbed!

[Ding!~ Detected that subsystem-bound user Tang San has successfully completed a task!]

[Congratulations to main controller Lin Jiang for receiving a hundredfold feedback reward: Spiritual power greatly increased!]

Lin Jiang's current spiritual power was already comparable to that of an ordinary seven-ring Soul Saint!

In an instant, the world became entirely different in Lin Jiang's perception!

The faint sounds of everyone breathing, their heartbeats, and the subtle hum of soul power flowing through their bodies became as clear as a musical score.

He could "see" a dew drop on a distant leaf about to fall, and "hear" villagers outside the academy conversing in low voices!

This sense of controlling everything and perceiving every minute detail was something soul power rank could never provide!

On Douluo Continent, where spiritual power was generally weak, this immense spiritual power comparable to a Soul Saint had already become an invisible trump card!

Tang San was secretly delighted as well.

The increase in spiritual power from completing the task was distinctly tangible. His mind was clear and his thoughts active—it was far easier than the tedious cultivation of Purple Demon Eyes!

As for the shame of calling a man "godmother"? Before such a real increase in power, it was not worth mentioning!

Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang's withered fingers clenched tightly inside his sleeves, his nails nearly digging into his palms.

Outsiders saw only his rigid face and his deliberately imposing stance. They had no idea that monstrous waves were raging within his heart!

The cold words on the system panel seemed branded onto his retinas with a red-hot iron:

[Task Reward: Soul Ring Age Card ×1 (Can designate any one soul ring to increase its age by ten years)]

"Ten... ten years?!"

Yu Xiaogang's breath caught violently, his heart pounding so hard it felt ready to explode!

This seemingly insignificant card had utterly crushed the "soul ring limit theory" he had spent half his life researching!

What first-ring limit of 423 years? What insurmountable thousand-year third ring? Before this card, they were all a joke!

He instinctively grabbed the horizontal bar beside him to steady his weakening legs.

It can even bestow the bloodline of a Golden Sacred Dragon... a mere soul ring age...

Yu Xiaogang's Adam's apple bobbed as he forcibly suppressed the wild laughter nearly bursting from his throat.

Trembling excitement crawled up his spine and spread through his entire body—this was authority possessed only by gods!

In all of Douluo Continent—no, in the entire history of soul masters—perhaps only he, Yu Xiaogang, held the key to the divine throne!

"Stand up straight!"

He suddenly raised his voice, trying to conceal the tremor in it. His branch-like finger pointed toward the training field. "Today's endurance training, weighted—"

He could not let it slip... absolutely no one could find out... Otherwise, those Title Douluo would tear him apart like hyenas that had scented blood!