Tang San, the Beast of Burden, and the Sinister Arts
Tang San was originally carrying the Fourth Elder, running around among the rocks.
Unexpectedly, a voice came from behind. "Young man, please wait!"
His Blood City cold!
Thinking they were pursuers, he desperately flung the Dragon Whisker Needles backward.
Three consecutive shots, fired at tricky angles, without even turning their heads.
However, those Dragon Whisker Needles were easily blocked by Soul Power.
Ding ding ding ding--
It fell into the mud, without even touching the hem of its clothes.
Tang San tried to use the Third Elder as leverage, but discovered that the Third Elder had already died.
This is it!
Tang San curled up in despair.
"Don't kill me... don't kill me!"
"Please, don't hit my face!"
The anticipated deadly move did not materialize.
He cautiously looked up and saw the old man a few steps away.
His gray-white robe was faded from washing, the cuffs were patched with old cloth, and even his feet were covered in straw sandals.
He looked like an old farmer who had just climbed out of a mountain ravine.
The old man bent down and picked up the scattered Dragon Whisker Needles one by one.
He cupped the contents in his palm, then handed them back with a smile.
"Young man, don't be nervous, I'm not here to cause you any trouble."
Tang San stood there, stunned, and didn't dare to take the handful of needles.
"You... you're not from the Clear Sky Sect?"
"The Clear Sky Sect?" The old man shook his head, placing the needle into Tang San's hand. "I am not one of them."
He patted the dirt off his hands, examined the object carefully for a moment, and sighed.
"What a huge amount of resentment!"
Tang San's heart skipped a beat.
"He was full of hostility, his eyes were filled with hatred, and resentment seeped into his very bones."
"Young man, you must have been bullied terribly, right?"
Tang San choked up, his eyes welling up with tears.
Those words were like knives, piercing right into his wounds!
He swallowed hard. "Who exactly are you?"
The old man didn't rush to answer; he simply waved to him, signaling him to come closer.
"Who I am is not important; what is important is that I can help you."
Tang San stopped abruptly, wary. There's no such thing as a free lunch. "What's the price?"
"You are indeed cautious," the old man nodded with a smile, "You wish to become my disciple and join my sect."
"Just complete a few minor tasks assigned by the sect each month."
"It's just picking up a few things and cleaning up a few problems; it's very easy."
Tang San was lost in thought.
He was well aware of his situation.
His Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline was drained, his Soul Power dropped to level 50, and he became enemies with the Clear Sky Sect.
He had nowhere to turn for help!
Although the old man in front of me has an unknown origin, he is at least strong enough.
Even Soul Saint would have to expend some effort to stop him when he made his move just now.
The old man barely used his Soul Power, handling the entire process with nonchalance.
Taking him as my master... doesn't seem like a bad deal?
Tang San gritted his teeth and knelt down with a thud.
"Disciple Tang Hao greets Master!"
The meticulous Tang San used an alias.
His forehead hit the gravel, drawing blood.
"Tang Hao, a good name," the old man said with a smile, helping him up. "Get up, get up."
He pulled out three rolls of yellowed animal hides and stuffed them into his hand.
"Take these few minor skills and learn them first."
Tang San unfolded the animal skin and examined it, then turned pale with shock.
[Soul Search]
[Misfortune Curse]
[Flower-Picking Dual Cultivation]
This is clearly the work of Evil Soul Master!
Soul Search, spellcasting, flower picking...
If any of these were placed on the mainland, everyone would want to condemn them!
He suddenly looked up at the old man.
But they found the other person still smiling, making no attempt to hide it.
"Master... this..."
"What, you dare not use it?" The old man was not annoyed. "Whether it is an evil spell or a righteous spell, it never depends on the spell itself, but only on how the user uses it."
"If you use these to deal with good people, that's naturally evil; but if you use them to deal with those who have bullied and humiliated you, wouldn't that be acting on behalf of Heaven?"
Tang San's breathing gradually became rapid.
He looked down at the animal skin scroll.
Images of Ye Hua's face, Tang Yuehua's ruthlessness, and the Clear Sky Sect's pursuit flashed through my mind...
Does he have a way out?
No!!!
He has been pushed to the brink by this world!
If he doesn't seize this opportunity, he'll jump off a cliff again, just like in his previous life!
"Disciple understands," Tang San said decisively, "Disciple is willing to learn!"
Hmph, once I master the Misfortune Curse, I'll give Ye Hua a taste of it first!
I'll make him step in poop during the day, and see a ghost when he opens the door at night!
And then, halfway through, the sex toy breaks!
The old man nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like it."
"Master."
"Um?"
"Is there a way to control corpses?"
The old man's eyes lit up, like a fisherman who had finally escaped empty-handed.
Wow, she adapted so quickly!
Our sect needs someone like you!
Otherwise, they would have been wiped out by the Spirit Hall!
"Here," he tossed out the yellowed silk, "Take it."
Tang San was overjoyed and quickly placed his order.
To his regret, the Corpse Puppet he created only possessed 30% of its original strength.
It still needs to be continuously nourished with its own Soul Power!
But as long as the corpse obeys, that's enough!
A crazy plan took shape in Tang San's mind.
Ye Hua, didn't you try to stop me from joining the Clear Sky Sect? Are you afraid I'll get cultivation resources?
Very well, then I'll create my own sect!
Our Tang Sect will flourish and prosper in this world!
"Thank you, Master! I will diligently study and live up to your expectations!"
The old man nodded in approval, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Tang San's wrist without warning.
Tang San shuddered and jerked his hand back, but he was a fraction of a second too late.
The cool air seeped into his skin and flesh along his wrist, condensing into a faint mark on the inside of his wrist bone.
Black, plum blossom shaped, with five distinct petals, like Mo Hen pierced by a needle.
Tang San felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the mark.
"This is the sect's insignia," the old man said nonchalantly. "Don't worry, you can suppress it with your Soul Power. It's not usually noticeable."
"However... if a mission isn't completed in a given month, or if someone betrays the sect, then it's hard to say."
Tang San's face was so gloomy it could drip water.
Wouldn't he then become someone else's beast of burden?
Using a few tricks, you can monopolize his later life?
When I become a god, you'll be the first one I kill!
"Disciple understands."
"A smart child."
The old man smiled and disappeared into the woods.
That night, in Heaven Dou City.
Ye Hua sat in the pavilion, fiddling with his hair.
"Transform into a clone?"
"Alright, let's give it a try!"
He casually tossed his hair aside.
As the hair left his hand, a flash of golden light appeared.
It's like being kneaded and shaped by an invisible hand.
In less than three breaths, the slender figure solidified from the radiance and landed on the bluestone ground.
White robes and black hair, smiling eyes—they're practically identical!
The only difference was that his eyes were lifeless, making him look like a puppet.
His aura level was only 96.
"Level ninety-six," Ye Hua said with satisfaction, "That's enough!"
He tried to control his clone. With a thought, the clone raised its arm and clenched its fist. The movement was smooth and without any hesitation.
Then, the clone leaped out of the pavilion, performing three consecutive somersaults in mid-air before landing silently on its toes.
"Feels good," Ye Hua said, flexing his wrist, and his clone followed suit.
Just as he was about to try out some more practical combat techniques, he was interrupted by Tie Xiong.
A voice came from the Voice Transmitter--
"My lord, something strange has happened at the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace!"