A Millennium-Year Fourth Soul Ring! Did Tang San's Greed Rise Again?

Several months later, at Shrek Academy.

Tang San pulled open his collar and poured half a bucket of cold water over himself. Droplets ran down his shoulders and back, his clothes clinging to his skin as the water finally eased the heat from training.

On the other side of the field, Tai Long was still gasping for breath. During the last round of sparring, he had tried to forcibly tear Tang San's Blue Silver Grass. The vines had not broken, but the leather strap on his wrist guard had snapped first.

Tang San only glanced at him before looking away. There was really nothing to be happy about in defeating Tai Long.

His four Soul Rings had not yet been withdrawn. The final purple ring slowly swept past his feet, and he stared at it for a while before Xiao Wu handed him a towel.

"Brother, what was wrong with you just now? You won, but you were still frowning."

"Nothing. I was thinking about the tournament." Tang San accepted the towel and wiped the water from his face.

With a millennium-year Fourth Soul Ring, he was already a Soul Ancestor, yet he still did not seem to have closed much of the gap with Gu Ling.

After leaving the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, everyone had first focused on treating Yu Xiaogang. Only after his teacher's injuries had stabilized did Tang San enter Sunset Forest again and obtain his Fourth Soul Ring.

The absorption process had not been easy. As Soul Power battered his meridians again and again, he had even been glad that he had not stubbornly chosen a Soul Beast with a higher cultivation.

But once the Soul Ring had truly settled onto his body, that small measure of relief had quickly faded. They were both