The mournful cries in the forest gradually faded.
Tang San released his right hand, and the spider pattern on his palm slowly sank beneath his skin. Rather than getting up immediately, he closed his eyes and circulated the power he had just absorbed through his meridians.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, a smile already tugging at his lips. He had grown stronger again.
These days, he was almost reluctant to rest. Whenever he stopped to cultivate, he couldn't help wondering whether there were any soul beasts nearby for him to devour.
Progress that had once required long, grueling training was now his for the taking. After tasting that sweetness once, who could bear to give it up?
"Dad, where are we going next?"
Tang Hao did not answer immediately. His gaze settled beside Tang San's feet, where a strand of Blue Silver Grass had somehow wound around a tree root and reached into the blood beneath the soul beast.
Its tiny roots burrowed into the soil, and the dark markings on the vine flickered.
Tang San lowered his head as well. That vine had originally been used to bind the soul beast. He had already stopped supplying it with soul power, yet instead of loosening, it was coiling ever tighter.
"This is..."
He beckoned with his hand, and the vine returned to him.
Black markings spread upward from the roots across its formerly bluish-purple surface. Several leaves near its tip had even turned completely black.
Tang San frowned at the sight. The black coloration had not been this pronounced when he had just used the Man Faced Demon Spider right arm bone. Why was it growing darker and darker now?
Tang Hao took his wrist and slowly sent soul power into him. Only after examining him for quite