Old Man, Give Me a Straight Answer

Tang San had descended to the lower realm, though only with his divine sense.

If he dared descend in person, Destruction would come knocking the very next second to "warmly greet" him.

"You brat. Fine. Very fine!"

"You're using my daughter to threaten me?"

Tang San's tone was icy.

Even Da Ming and Er Ming beside him felt a chill.

It was as though Tang San would use thunderous means to kill Bai Ran on the spot in the next instant.

If you could actually do that, I'd call you Dad. So what?

Do you have to want everything?

"Dad, Haki Bai and I were just fooling around. You, you don't need to get angry."

Even in the God Realm, Tang Wutong rarely saw her father wear such a stern expression.

And to Tang San, nothing was more detestable than being threatened.

"Fooling around? Who's fooling around with you?!

Old man, give me a straight answer. Are you giving me this Divine Bestowed Soul Ring or not?"

As Bai Ran spoke, he continued clutching Tang Wutong by the collar, preparing to lift her a little higher.

But then he suddenly realized—had this girl been eating too much lately? Why was she so heavy?

"Little Seven, did you gain weight?"

"You bastard!"

Even while being held by the collar, Tang Wutong only felt that Haki Bai was joking with her.

But being called fat by Haki Bai was something Tang Wutong simply could not tolerate.

Even with Tang San right there, Tang Wutong still pounced on Bai Ran with claws bared and bit down on his shoulder.

Watching the scene unfold before him,

Tang San could barely bear to look.

Who exactly had the upper hand over whom here?

After Bai Ran got back on his feet, looking slightly disheveled,

he saw that Tang San was somehow holding a red hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring.

More accurately, it was a Divine Bestowed Soul Ring.

A Divine Bestowed Soul Ring bestowed a Soul Ring according to the limit a soul master could endure, with the highest possible age reaching one million years.

Of course, Tang San had merely condensed this Soul Ring on a whim, so its upper limit was only one hundred thousand years.

But for Bai Ran, whose soul power was only level thirty,

his physical constitution would already be at its limit if he could endure a ten-thousand-year ring.

There was absolutely no need to waste so much divine power condensing a Divine Bestowed Soul Ring with an upper limit of one million years for him.

Even if it were condensed, it would be a waste.

"Old man, are you planning to...?"

Seeing this, Bai Ran immediately felt there was hope.

If Tang San had been unwilling,

then forget about condensing a Divine Bestowed Soul Ring—he probably would not even have bothered descending to the lower realm.

"I can give you the Divine Bestowed Soul Ring, but you brat need to do something for me."

"Do something for you?"

Hearing that, Bai Ran immediately became vigilant.

Everyone knew that after becoming a God King, Tang San loved digging pits for people more than anything.

He even schemed against his own daughter and son-in-law.

Let alone an outsider like Bai Ran, who was not even his son-in-law yet.

If Bai Ran's origin had not been bound to Tang Wutong's, leaving Tang San with no chance to make a move,

Bai Ran's ashes would probably have been scattered by Tang San long ago.

"Yes. If you agree to do this, this Divine Bestowed Soul Ring will be yours."

As Tang San spoke, he waved the Divine Bestowed Soul Ring he had just formed by hand in front of Bai Ran.

Although that vivid red mark indicating a hundred-thousand-year ring was merely something like "packaging for reference only,"

to Bai Ran, this Divine Bestowed Soul Ring represented the hope of obtaining a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.

And if Little Seven suffered a little, reaching thirty thousand years or more would not be a problem either.

After all, a Divine Bestowed Soul Ring only needed to take physical endurance into account. There would be no soul shock caused by a Soul Beast's resentment.

At worst, he could just let Little Seven sleep a little longer.

"Let's make this clear first. I can't handle anything major, and if it's something minor, you old man probably wouldn't ask me to do it."

A Divine Bestowed Soul Ring was not especially precious, but neither was it exactly unimportant.

But expecting Bai Ran to risk his life for a single Divine Bestowed Soul Ring was clearly impossible.

Honestly, you should be grateful if I don't slack off.

"It's nothing particularly difficult. Revive the Tang Sect."

"Farewell."

The moment Tang San said that, Bai Ran grabbed Little Seven's hand and left without looking back.

I only wanted to ask you for a Divine Bestowed Soul Ring, yet you wanted me to throw away half my life?

If this were not Soul Land II, where Tang San had already taken all the available divine inheritances,

Bai Ran would have directly joined another deity instead.

With innate level-twenty soul power talent like this, even a God King would be tempted, wouldn't he?