Taming Bibi Dong

Spirit Hall had come knocking?

The moment the thought appeared, Tang San immediately erased it from his mind.

If Spirit Hall had truly come for them, things would never have been this simple.

A battle between Titled Douluo would have wiped this tiny Holy Soul Village off the map. How could any villagers possibly have survived?

Besides, if his old man had discovered people from Spirit Hall, how could he have told him those things here?

Tang San walked to the bed, gently rubbing the relatively clean spot on its surface with his fingers before trying to sit cross-legged on it.

Tang San soon opened his eyes.

"My old man's injuries worsened. He had no choice but to leave directly to heal." Tang San finally felt relieved.

"Blue Silver Forest is still far too distant for me. There's no way I can reach it anytime soon."

"But the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone Mother left behind should still be in the cave behind the waterfall. It can help me break through level twenty quickly!"

At that thought, Tang San did not even eat breakfast and headed along the mountain path toward the waterfall.

Though he did not know the waterfall's exact location, he knew its general direction.

Now that something had changed, nothing mattered more than raising his strength as quickly as possible. It was something meant for him to absorb anyway, so what was wrong with taking it a little early?

In this life, he would become a god at an even faster pace!

Spirit Hall, just wait!

After spending more than two hours, Tang San finally found the waterfall from his memories.

"First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"

His Hundred-Year Soul Ring lit up. Thick Blue Silver Grass, seeming to possess minds of their own, swiftly climbed toward