Tang San: Fated Enemy, Lin Yan Planned to Self-Destruct with Tang Hao

Lin Yan had barely steadied himself after arriving before Zhao Wuji when he heard Zhao Wuji urge him anxiously.

"Treat me, quickly. It hurts like hell."

Lin Yan had nothing to hesitate over, but just as he was about to summon his Martial Soul, Ning Rongrong suddenly leaned closer from the side.

"No wonder you have such a pure aura. So you're a Healing Soul Master."

At this point, Ning Rongrong was still an "ordinary little girl," not showing the slightest trace of her "Little Witch" nature, so she always had a few kind words for everyone she met.

Especially after seeing how handsome Lin Yan was, she found herself even more unable to resist striking up a conversation.

Simply put, she was being a little too sweet and coy.

Lin Yan smiled and nodded at the girl.

"Yes. Do you need treatment? My Spirit Skill can restore stamina too."

"Yes, yes! Let me see what your Spirit Skill can do."

Amid the girl's excited urging, Lin Yan circulated his Soul Power. The next moment...

Six pairs of holy wings spread open behind him, stirring the air into a fierce gust.

Everyone's hair was sent flying by the sudden wind, and they hurriedly raised their arms to shield themselves from the dust.

Once the gust dissipated, they lowered their arms and regained their vision.

Lin Yan had already completed Martial Soul Possession.

Under the sunlight, the pure white Twelve-Winged Angel filled the entire space with a sacred aura.

With golden hair and golden eyes, Lin Yan floated in the air. As he looked down at everyone, his gaze was filled with mercy and compassion.

It was as though, before all living beings, he was an aloof savior capable of seeing through every suffering in the world...

"Wow~"

"What Martial Soul is that? It's so beautiful!"

Ning Rongrong cried out in surprise. Her lovely eyes had practically turned into stars, filled with envy and longing.

Tang San also noticed the Spirit Rings slowly rising beneath Lin Yan's feet.

"What? Four Millennium Spirit Rings?"

"This... what is going on?"

Tang San was dumbfounded.

For six years, he had regarded Yu Xiaogang's theories as absolute truth. He had memorized by heart what age of Spirit Ring a Soul Master should absorb at each level.

But now...

"Why are all your Spirit Rings purple?"

"My teacher said that the limit a Soul Master's first Spirit Ring can withstand is 423 years. How did you break the rules?"

Lin Yan lowered his gaze toward Tang San.

"423 years?"

He repeated the number, then suddenly let out a soft laugh.

Now that Lin Yan was floating in the air, he already gave off an arrogant, superior air. Coupled with that laugh, Tang San felt as though he had suffered a tremendous insult.

"What are you laughing at?"

Tang San demanded furiously, his eyes red and his breathing ragged.

Lin Yan merely shook his head slightly and said, "Nothing." After that, he stopped paying attention to Tang San.

Gathering his thoughts, he lowered his eyes slightly, clasped his hands before his chest, and assumed a prayerful pose.

[First Soul Skill: Holy Light Healing]

Several pale golden balls of Soul Power appeared out of thin air and fell precisely into their bodies.

In an instant, golden light began shining around each of them equally.

Zhao Wuji's injuries healed at a visible rate. Even the Dragon Whisker Needles embedded deep within his muscles were forced out by that Soul Power.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who had not been seriously injured, felt an endlessly amplified comfort within that warm Soul Power.

"Mmm~"

Unable to hold it in, Ning Rongrong covered her little mouth and let out a soft moan. Her delicate face immediately turned bright red.

"So warm... so comfortable."

"This Spirit Skill is incredibly effective. It's even stronger than the healing effects of the Nine Heart Begonia."

"What kind of Martial Soul does he have?"

At the same time, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes became increasingly dazed.

The gentle golden Soul Power, like a spring breeze, flowed freely through her meridians. She discovered that all the exhaustion and hidden injuries she had accumulated while fleeing from Xingluo to Tiandou had vanished at that moment.

Her entire body felt as though it had been completely renewed.

Even Tang San's angry expression had eased somewhat.

The air fell silent. After witnessing the effects of Lin Yan's Spirit Skill, everyone was so shocked that they fell quiet without speaking.

Only after a long while did Lin Yan slowly descend from the air and speak to them.

"If everyone is all right now, rest for a while. I'll take you to the dormitory area later."

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were still absorbed in carefully savoring the effects of the Spirit Skill. When Lin Yan suddenly ended it, both girls revealed nearly identical looks of reluctance and disappointment.

Lin Yan keenly caught the subtle expressions on their faces and curled his lips slightly without drawing attention to it.

"Wait! Why hasn't Xiao Wu woken up yet?"

Tang San suddenly stepped forward. With the healing skill gone, his recently relaxed features once again curved into a provocative expression.

"Also, you still haven't told me why all your Spirit Rings are purple."

Lin Yan frowned slightly, glanced at the unconscious Xiao Wu, then turned his gaze toward Tang San.

"Her unconsciousness was caused by Mental Power backlash. It has nothing to do with her physical condition."

"Besides, why do I have to answer your questions?"

Lin Yan looked calm. Logically speaking, he had not shown any hostility. After all, Tang Hao was nearby, and displaying the Angel Spirit was already arrogant enough. If he mocked Tang San a few more times, Tang Hao might really leap out in anger.

But in Tang San's eyes, Lin Yan was deliberately targeting him, targeting Xiao Wu...

The other party's words made perfect sense, though, and Tang San had no idea how to refute them. He could only grow increasingly embarrassed in silence.

After holding it in for quite a while, he finally stammered.

"You're just a Healing Soul Master. What are you acting so smug for?"

As soon as those words came out, Lin Yan's expression darkened.

A Healing Soul Master? Smug?

He had no idea why Tang San had come to that conclusion, but even if the other man had merely blurted it out in anger, Lin Yan still found it extremely irritating.

"So, as fellow transmigrators, was this little bastard Tang San destined to become my fated enemy?"

Lin Yan's thoughts were complicated.

Honestly, whenever he talked about crushing that little bastard Tang San, it was mostly just empty boasting. After all, Tang San had Tang Hao backing him in the early stages, and later he would have the Asura God and the Sea God supporting him.

If he could avoid provoking him, he would do his best to avoid it.

No one wanted to make trouble for themselves.

But now it seemed... he and Tang San were like fated enemies. They had clearly only met for the first time today, and Lin Yan had clearly said nothing provocative.

Yet Tang San seemed convinced that Lin Yan was his enemy, as though they were destined to become opponents in the future.

"Phew~"

"Perhaps this is the destiny that brought me to this world."

With that thought, Lin Yan completely adjusted his mindset toward becoming Tang San's enemy.

He nodded slightly. Though he said nothing, the easygoing look in his eyes was gone. It had been replaced by naked contempt and disdain.

"What kind of look is that?"

As expected, Tang San sensed the provocation and immediately flared up.

He began angrily berating Lin Yan.

"Your name is Lin Yan, right?"

"Ever since I started asking you questions, you've kept looking at me with that contemptuous gaze. Do you think you're so impressive just because you're a four-ring Soul Ancestor?"

"Without us Combat Soul Masters protecting you on the battlefield, what the hell are you worth?"