Spiritual Origin Reflects the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record

"As you wish!"

The radiant Wish-Granting Tree burst into dazzling brilliance once more. Blinding white light pierced Tang San's body in an instant.

Tang San's consciousness gradually blurred. He felt as though he had fallen into a boundless ocean of Blue Silver Grass.

Every blade of Blue Silver Grass gave off a gentle warmth, like his mother's hands brushing over his skin. Wherever those fingers passed, his meridians seemed to burn.

Streams of warmth flowed from every part of his body toward his eyes. His eyeballs, corroded by Mandala Snake venom, felt as though they were soaking in cool liquid. The relief was beyond words.

Then Tang San felt his consciousness stretch without end, and memories from his past life and this one surfaced of their own accord.

With a soft pop and a faint stab of pain, his memories froze on a blurry image.

Tang San tried to see it more clearly, but all the warmth began to recede. His whole being plummeted as though he had leaped off a cliff.

The ocean of Blue Silver Grass suddenly became a poisonous swamp. One blade after another turned into a hideous Corrosive Swamp Venomfang Python, coiling around him and lunging in to bite.

"Ah..."

Tang San's eyes flew open, and he stumbled back two steps.

At some point, sweat had covered his forehead. Still shaken, he looked around.

First he saw Xu Yuan's eyes, always brimming with amusement, as though Xu Yuan were waiting for him to say whether his wish had come true.

Then he saw Wang Sheng's eyes. Like the other Work-Study Students, Wang Sheng looked hopeful but uneasy.

Last came Xiao Wu's eyes. Tang San couldn't quite say why, but he thought he saw a hint of delight in his misfortune.

Yet when he looked at Xiao Wu's adorable face, he wondered if he had imagined it.

"Tang San, well? Did your wish come true?"

Before Tang San could collect himself, Wang Sheng blurted out the question.

At Wang Sheng's words, students poked their heads out of the other dormitories, eager to hear the answer.

"..."

In truth, Tang San knew the answer without testing it.

The faint gray haze before his eyes had vanished. His vision had returned to the level of a Soul Master.

"Purple Demon Eye!"

Tang San activated the Purple Demon Eye, but the Micro-Perception-level vision he expected did not appear.

Was this the price I had to pay to make my wish come true?

My Purple Demon Eye fell from the second stage, Micro-Perception, to the first stage, Panoramic View—and only the entry level at that.

Although six years of progress in the Purple Demon Eye had been wiped out in an instant, he had still come out far ahead.

He had traded just six years of hard practice for two perfectly healthy eyes.

Countless people dreamed of a bargain like that!

Wish-Granting Tree, oh, Wish-Granting Tree!

You truly wield power comparable to a god's!

Tang San gazed at the Wish-Granting Tree Martial Soul with even greater fervor.

Unfortunately, the Wish-Granting Tree was an innate Martial Soul, not the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record sitting in a scripture pavilion, waiting for him to steal it.

No matter how badly Tang San wanted it, all he could do was look.

"My wish came true!"

"As for the price I paid..."

Tang San considered it. Since he could not seize a Martial Soul, he would naturally have to do everything he could to win Xu Yuan over.

After all, Xu Yuan was only a support-type Soul Master!

When it came down to it, Xu Yuan still had to act at others' pleasure.

According to his teacher, if Tang San handled him properly, Xu Yuan might one day become an ace up his sleeve!

So he did not hide the answer. "It was the same as Xiao Wu's time. It hurts to lose it, but I can accept it."

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, every student in all seven dormitories erupted.

The price the Grandmaster had paid for his wish last time had scared them half to death.

But a month later, Tang San's experience was completely different!

Many of those present were scratching their heads.

What determined the price of a wish made on the Wish-Granting Tree?

"Now that my wish has come true, I'll be going!"

Yu Xiaogang had suffered a severe injury in the Soul Hunting Forest last month, then returned only to be struck by another bout of weakness.

As a result, Tang San now had to take care of him.

Watching Tang San leave, Xiao Wu scratched her head in confusion. "That can't be right. How did he get off so lightly?"

Whether it was the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring she had lost or Yu Xiaogang being turned into a pig, the prices had been devastating.

So why had Tang San been fine when his turn came?

Or had Tang San simply failed to notice what he had lost?

"Xu Yuan, is your Wish-Granting Tree Martial Soul broken?"

With her hands behind her back, Xiao Wu skipped over to Xu Yuan, then circled him.

Smack!

Xu Yuan swatted away the fair little hand that had reached his waist. "You can talk without pawing at me. Is this purse yours? Stop touching it."

"We sleep in the same bed. Do we really need to draw such a clear line?"

Xiao Wu pouted. She had not even brought up the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Origin she had lost.

"Enough. Go cultivate!"

"At your current pace, who knows how many years it'll take you to become a Soul Grandmaster?"

Xu Yuan swung his spear again, gripping the shaft with both hands. No one noticed that his palms were slick with sweat.

A wisp of Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline origin!

And a mass of Spiritual Origin reflecting all of Tang San's cultivation memories!

Wait, why did I get these two things?

Xu Yuan racked his brains but could not imagine what sort of wish could involve both of them.

Since he could not figure it out, though, he decided not to dwell on it.

As Xu Yuan circulated his Soul Power, the Radiant Sacred Dragon Spear within him suddenly surged with an intense urge to devour.

The Radiant Sacred Dragon Spear wants to devour the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline?

But what do the two have to do with each other?

Xu Yuan raised an eyebrow in puzzlement and adjusted his spear movements as he swung.

Forget it. If it wants to devour it, let it.

After all, Xu Yuan did not possess a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

Even if he fused with the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline origin, it would do him no good.

With Xu Yuan's permission, the Golden Sacred Dragon Spear suddenly erupted with powerful waves of light and lightning.

The Radiant Sacred Dragon dwelling within the spear burst forth and swallowed the wisp of Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline origin in one gulp.

Then the Radiant Sacred Dragon withdrew into the spear again, as though it needed time to digest its meal.

Meanwhile, in an unnoticed corner of Nouding Academy, Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction, a jug of cheap ale in his hand.

A month had passed. After smashing several Spirit Hall Branches, he had made a special trip back to check on his son.

What Tang Hao had not expected was to witness the Wish-Granting Tree fulfill someone else's wish for a second time.

Could this be fate?

Both Yu Xiaogang and Little San have used the Wish-Granting Tree.

And neither of them paid too heavy a price.

Looks like I should find time to call that boy out and see this interesting Martial Soul for myself.

Tang Hao took a swig of cheap ale, tossed aside a chicken-leg bone, and wiped the grease on his clothes.