The Willow Deity Grants Shi Hao a Second Martial Spirit: A Willow Branch as a Sword That Can Cleave Sun, Moon, and Stars

"Sword of the Willow Deity, from now on, you are my second martial spirit!"

Shi Hao's heart surged with excitement. He could sense a wondrous connection between himself and this willow branch, allowing him to control it as he pleased.

With a thought, the willow branch vanished from his hand and returned to his body.

Shi Hao rose to his feet and tested the power within him. Soul power level sixty—an unprecedented realm, a strength he had never imagined before.

He moved his body slightly and sensed an unusual force within him. A faint green radiance even emanated from his fists.

"This is... a Divine Technique?"

Only then did Shi Hao realize that several mysterious and powerful Divine Techniques had appeared in his mind.

The first was the Willow Deity Technique. After every nirvana, it allowed him to be reborn once more, while his physical body would transform and become stronger than before.

The second was the Grass Character Sword Art. It used grass as a sword and could cleave the sun, moon, and stars.

The third was the most powerful of all—the Kunpeng Divine Technique. It could manifest the two forms of the Kun and Peng, command the mysteries of yin-yang transformation, possess the powers of the lunar and solar forces, and unleash the Kunpeng's ultimate speed.

"Amazing..."

Shi Hao could not help praising it inwardly. Becoming the Willow Deity's disciple was truly wonderful. He had never expected that the Divine Techniques the Wild Heavenly Emperor had obtained through life-and-death trials could be granted to him so easily by the Willow Deity.

"But although I've obtained these three Divine Techniques, whether I can fully comprehend them is still unknown. The plane of Douluo Continent is simply too small, and its spiritual energy and laws of the Great Dao are incomplete..."

Even so, he was not discouraged. In his view, there was no need to compare himself with the Wild Heavenly Emperor. As long as he could remain in this Pocket World and crush Tang San, that would be enough.

As for anything else, whenever he encountered a problem that was even slightly difficult to solve, he would just call for the Willow Deity to descend.

It was not that Shi Hao was unwilling to face challenges on his own. He had simply become infatuated with the Willow Deity. Thus, as long as he had a suitable excuse, he would make her come and accompany him.

Although only an avatar of the Willow Deity had descended into this Pocket World, that did not affect Shi Hao in the slightest.

"As long as I take down her avatar, then when we do that, the Willow Deity's true body in the Desolate Domain should sense something too, right? That will be enough..."

Shi Hao silently thought to himself. He felt that the Willow Deity probably did not know what he was thinking. After all, the Willow Deity of this era had not yet reached the strength of a quasi-Immortal Emperor.

"According to the Willow Deity, one year in this tiny plane, Douluo Continent, is not even equal to an instant in the Desolate Domain. That means that even if the Willow Deity has only one year left before she heads to the Upper Realm, it would still be an endless span of time compared to Douluo Continent. In that case, there's enough time. I only need to win her over before her true body heads to the Upper Realm."

That was right. The Willow Deity's battle against the heavens had been far too bitter.

Therefore, before she headed to the Upper Realm, Shi Hao wanted her to first fall into the mortal world and bear him two children...

Pulling back his thoughts, Shi Hao looked out the window and suddenly noticed that the night sky outside was still completely dark.

"So much time has passed, yet dawn still hasn't come. It seems the flow of time in the space created by the Willow Deity is entirely different from the outside world. Since that's the case, I might as well go out and see whether the injured Tang San has escaped Tiangeng City."

Shi Hao and Tang San had now formed a mortal enmity. Naturally, Shi Hao had to personally reclaim the humiliation of being hunted down by Tang San.

With that thought, Shi Hao swiftly rushed out of his home and headed toward the Main Spirits Palace plaza, where Tang San had fought Salas and the others. It was also near the Tiangeng City auction house.

Shi Hao concealed himself in the shadows, his eyes gleaming sharply. Like a leopard, he swiftly moved through the silent midnight streets.

He secretly guessed that after the fierce battle, Tang San had been so eager to pursue him that he had likely not had time to take the divine artifact, the Eight Treasures Ruyi Soft Armor, from the corpses of Salas and the Main Spirits Palace spirit masters.

Since Tang San was still alive, he would surely return to retrieve that precious armor.

Shi Hao's guess proved correct. At that moment, a figure was struggling to crawl along the pitch-black, icy street.

That figure was Tang San, whose left leg had been completely pierced through. His face was pale, his lips tightly clenched, and cold sweat covered his forehead. He wanted to return quickly to where Salas and the others had died and retrieve the Eight Treasures Ruyi Soft Armor.

Otherwise, when he returned and faced Ning Rongrong, Ma Hongjun, and the divine blacksmith Lou Gao, he would have no way to explain himself. To him, losing the Eight Treasures Ruyi Soft Armor was a minor matter, but losing face was unacceptable.

That was simply Tang San's character—hypocritical and obsessed with appearances. Any harsh words he spoke had to be fulfilled.

He crawled forward with difficulty. Every movement tugged at the wound on his left leg, bringing piercing agony. Yet the Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone in his right leg could not provide him with its powerful healing and recovery abilities at this moment. For some reason, no matter how he urged the spirit bone, he could not make the wound on his left leg heal.

Tang San could not help asking himself.

"Who exactly was that mysterious woman just now? How could she be so powerful? Even a Title Douluo shouldn't have been able to leave me completely unable to resist, right?"

In the dark night, the icy street reflected faint moonlight.

After crawling more than a hundred meters along the cold street, Tang San feared that someone would see him in such a humiliating state. He could only endure the pain and shakily force himself to stand.

His face was covered in dust and blood. The wound on his left leg still poured with blood, while his torn clothing could barely conceal the injuries covering his body.

"I have to hurry. Otherwise, someone else might take the divine artifact, the Eight Treasures Ruyi Soft Armor."

Tang San muttered to himself, his hoarse voice revealing deep anxiety and unease.

With that in mind, Tang San stomped down hard, trying to steady himself. Yet the excruciating pain in his left leg nearly made it impossible for him to stand. Limping, he struggled toward the place where the corpses of those Main Spirits Palace spirit masters lay.

The surrounding streets carried an aura of death. When Tang San saw that the corpses still lay in fragments across the cold street, joy rose in his heart.

He hurriedly found Salas's corpse, bent down, and anxiously searched through Salas's body.

However, at that moment, Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, and the joy on his face instantly froze.

He saw that Salas's corpse had been disturbed. The Seven Treasures Ruyi Soft Armor that should have been on Salas was nowhere to be found.

"No... These corpses have been searched. The Seven Treasures Ruyi Soft Armor has already been taken."

Tang San's heart filled with despair. He knew that he had arrived too late.

At that moment, a sense of danger suddenly struck him. Tang San's spiritual power seemed to sense something. Ignoring the wound on his left leg, he quickly turned around, only to see Shi Hao emerge from the darkness, dressed in white robes with hair black as ink.

Under the moonlight, Shi Hao looked handsome and imposing. His gaze was sharp as a blade, as though it could see through people's hearts. He looked at Tang San with a teasing expression, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Tang San, Tang San, you really did come back."

Shi Hao clapped his hands, his voice echoing through the night. "It seems you're not as clever as I imagined."