Tang San Rose to Fame in Soul Fighting, Li Sen's Name Spread Far and Wide, and the Theory of Martial Soul Evolution Made Its Stunning Debut

Bathed in rich vitality, Li Sen felt the bottleneck in his soul power loosen a little, and a sharp gleam flashed through his eyes.

He truly had not expected this pleasant surprise. He estimated that he could break through to level sixty and become a Soul Emperor within a week.

Looking at Tang San, whose strength had increased dramatically, Zhu Zhuqing could not help murmuring.

"His martial soul evolved in half an hour, and his soul power went up by three levels. Does a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone really provide such a huge boost?"

Li Sen heard her muttering and smiled.

Sensing a powerful presence above the Soul Fighting Arena, he explained, "Under normal circumstances, absorbing a soul bone only increases your soul power at most."

"Xiao San is different. His martial soul was in a degenerated state. With the soul rings I recommended he absorb, its essence was already on the verge of transformation. That's why the soul bone had this effect."

After absorbing the soul bone, Tang San's strength had soared. With the physical enhancement it brought, along with its flight and recovery soul skills, he expected to go from holding his own against a Soul King for a few exchanges to truly fighting one.

He rose excitedly and said.

"Master, my martial soul evolved just as you said it would! My soul power is now level forty. I can go absorb my fourth soul ring!"

He clearly remembered Li Sen saying that every soul ring absorbed was an opportunity to strengthen one's martial soul and accelerate soul power growth.

Only a fool would remain stuck at a soul ring bottleneck without absorbing one.

Otherwise, at the cultivation speed of a newly awakened martial soul, even someone with innate full soul power would never break through to Soul King in their lifetime.

Looking at the excited Tang San, Li Sen said, "Don't rush. With your current physical and spiritual strength, absorbing a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring will be no problem."

"But I want to make your future path a little smoother."

"You should know about the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, right?"

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

In the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was a treasure trove where large numbers of immortal herbs capable of transforming the human constitution grew.

Tang San's voice trembled. "Master, do you know where an Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well is?"

Li Sen smiled. "Poison Douluo has one. That's why I want you to make a name for yourself in the Soul Fighting Arena."

"Poison Douluo's granddaughter, Dugu Yan, belongs to the Imperial Fighting Team and attends the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy."

"As long as you make a name for yourself, they'll come to challenge you."

"Dugu Yan is poisoned. Counter her poison and defeat her. Observe her carefully, and you'll see."

"When the time comes, we'll offer to cure her in exchange for immortal herbs. Those can raise the age limit for your fourth soul ring to around thirty thousand years."

"As for Dugu Bo, if he flies into a rage, I'll handle it."

As Li Sen spoke, his thoughts suddenly wandered, and the idea of forming a team came to him.

Now that his strength was approaching the pinnacle of this world, his rate of improvement would inevitably slow.

He could relax a little, and it was also time to begin his most important undertaking: planning his ascension to godhood.

In the original story, Tang San had supposedly been earmarked by the Asura God and brought to the Douluo Continent.

The Asura God's position was definitely out of reach.

The Sea God's position was possible, but as a transmigrator, he was not content to settle for a First-Level God. He wanted to try creating his own godhood.

Self-created godhood offered considerable room for growth, but it required an enormous amount of faith.

His powerful brain could quickly analyze ways to improve all kinds of martial souls.

Perhaps he could try rapidly building his reputation by teaching disciples, then establish academies around the world to gather faith.

Besides, Tang San's rapid improvement would certainly attract unwanted attention. Li Sen would need to shield him from malicious intentions, which would also be a perfect opportunity to spread his own name.

With that thought, Li Sen said, "Xiao San, your rapid improvement will definitely stir malicious intentions in some people. They'll want to know how you did it, and they might even attack you.

"If anyone asks why your strength is increasing so quickly, just tell them about me."

"I'll keep you safe. If fate allows, I might even take in a few junior disciples for you."

At the mention of junior disciples, Tang San's eyes lit up.

He knew his master had no sect and no intention of founding one.

If he had junior disciples, he could someday establish a sect centered on his master and call it the Tang Sect, making up for his regret at never becoming a Tang Sect disciple in his previous life.

Tang San said excitedly, "Master, I promise to complete the task!"

In Suotuo City, Ning Rongrong had been at a loss ever since she stormed off in anger, wandering aimlessly through the city.

Her original goal had been to join Shrek Academy to prove herself, improve, and befriend geniuses.

Instead, she discovered that Shrek Academy was a fly-by-night institution with poor teaching resources, whose recruitment was practically a scheme to swindle ignorant, gifted children.

More importantly, compared with Tang San and Xiao Wu, its handful of students were little better than trash.

With her relationship with Tang San soured, she had no idea what to do next.

After some thought, Ning Rongrong remembered that Tang San often visited the Soul Fighting Arena and decided to take a look. She asked around about his match schedule and made her way to a spectator box.

The Soul Fighting Arena's announcer called out in an excited voice, "Next, please welcome our level-forty, three-ring Thousand-Hand Asura, facing the level-forty-four captain of the Fierce God Team!"

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

Tang San had only been level thirty-seven two days ago. How had he suddenly become a Soul Ancestor who had yet to obtain his next soul ring?

Even his opponent was now a level-forty-four Soul Ancestor!

The Soul Fighting Arena's audience roared wildly.

"Fierce God! Fierce God!"

Seeing this, the announcer immediately whipped up the crowd's excitement.

"Our Thousand-Hand Asura has won every battle against Soul Elders. Now that he's facing a Soul Ancestor with one more ring than him, can he keep that streak alive?!"

"Every member of the Fierce God Team is bloodthirsty and brutal. Is Thousand-Hand Asura panicking yet?!"

Inside a box reserved for the Soul Fighting Arena's senior management.

Five managers huddled together, their eyes gleaming with greed and their conversation steeped in malice.

"This Thousand-Hand Asura is improving so quickly. What secret is he hiding?"

"His winning streak over the past few days has cost the Soul Fighting Arena a fortune. I thought we'd have to pay him to throw a match, but unexpectedly, he broke through."

"Good thing he did. He can compensate us for all our losses these past few days with his method of rapidly increasing his strength!"

The soul fight began, and Tang San and Blood Axe, the captain of the Fierce God Team, stepped into the ring at the same time.

Blood Axe looked at Tang San with greed in his eyes.

"Kid, I remember you. Yesterday, you were still a level-thirty-seven Soul Elder, but today you've become a Soul Ancestor."

"When my Fierce God Team strikes, our opponents end up dead or crippled. Tell me the secret behind your rapid improvement, and I can show you mercy."

Blood Axe knew he could not swallow this secret whole by himself, so he deliberately spoke loudly.

The open ring did nothing to contain his voice. Almost every spectator pricked up their ears, afraid of missing the secret to rapidly increasing soul power.

Killing intent flashed in Tang San's eyes.

In the past, if someone had tried to pry into his secrets, he would not have bothered responding. He would have simply killed them.

But now, this was the perfect chance to spread his master's fame. Of course, he would not expose the soul bone.

Tang San raised his hand, revealing his evolved Blue Silver King.

"The secret is simple. Under the guidance of my teacher, Li Sen, my Blue Silver Grass martial soul evolved into a Blue Silver King, raising my soul power by three levels in the process."

Everyone was stunned.

Martial soul evolution. Increased soul power.

They understood every word Tang San said, yet put together, those words left them bewildered.

Since when had martial soul evolution been something cultivated by human hands rather than brought about by a chance blessing?

They wanted to question him, but when they saw that Tang San's manifested Blue Silver Grass had grown enormously, its appearance altered and black patterns emerging across it, they fell silent.

Blue Silver Grass, Blue Silver King.

The difference between the two martial souls was clear at a glance.

Everyone remembered the name of Tang San's master: "Li Sen."