Ning Rongrong Watched Tang San Fight, Discovered His Martial Soul Evolution, and Was Consumed by Regret

In the spectator box, Ning Rongrong saw the Martial Soul Tang San displayed and heard his words. She sprang to her feet as though struck by electricity.

She excitedly leaned toward the window, her eyes fixed on the Martial Soul in Tang San's hand.

The Blue Silver King!

She had been close enough to Tang San to know exactly what his original Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul looked like.

The comparison was plain, and his words were proven true.

"Martial Soul Evolution... it really is Martial Soul Evolution!"

Ning Rongrong murmured to herself. Her curiosity about Li Sen soared beyond the heavens, accompanied by overwhelming regret.

Her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had spent generations searching for a way to evolve their Martial Souls. That goal had been deeply etched into every direct descendant's heart since childhood.

Yet not only had she never found a way to evolve a Martial Soul, even her father had searched his entire life without finding one. There were only legends.

And now, an example of Martial Soul Evolution stood right before her.

Ning Rongrong suddenly regretted calling Li Sen scum earlier. Now she had no way even to approach him.

Remembering Li Sen and Tang San's coldness and distance, Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and summoned someone to send a message to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Father, I've discovered a genius named Tang San. He's a twelve-year-old, rank-forty Soul Ancestor, but the crucial thing is his Martial Soul Evolution."

"According to him, both his Martial Soul Evolution and his rapid cultivation advancement are thanks to his master, Li Sen."

"I spoke ill of his master, so now I can't get close enough to learn more. I hope you can step in!"

In the Soul Fighting Arena, Blood Axe listened to Tang San's words with little belief and instinctively challenged him.

"Kid, you're lying, aren't you?"

"How could Martial Soul Evolution possibly be something a person can control?!"

Tang San sneered and raised his hand to display the Blue Silver King. "That's your ignorance talking."

"My master said every Martial Soul can evolve and change its fate. It's just that the stronger the Martial Soul, the harder it is."

"My Blue Silver Grass evolving into the Blue Silver King is the best proof!"

As Tang San's voice faded, countless people fell silent.

All their doubts and questions could not outweigh the facts laid bare before them.

The Soul Fighting Arena's senior staff fell silent.

They had been planning to interrogate Tang San, only to discover that he had been taught by an exceptional master.

How could they forcibly seize something that wasn't a physical treasure or a fortuitous acquisition?

Blood Axe's expression shifted several times before his earlier arrogance and cruelty vanished.

He wanted to become a disciple, wanted to grow stronger. He strained to force out a smile, but his rough face and bloodthirsty air only made it look savage.

"Ahem, young fellow, is your master still taking disciples?"

At those words, the spectators all pricked up their ears.

Even the announcer forgot about the Soul Fighting match that had officially begun without either contestant fighting and listened intently.

Tang San said mildly, "My master said he has only two requirements for accepting disciples: affinity and benefit."

"If you want to become his disciples, you'll have to pray for your own good fortune."

Blood Axe wanted to say more, but the announcer, having obtained the answer he wanted, immediately interrupted.

"All right, begin the Soul Fighting match! Enough pointless chatter!"

Hearing this, Tang San immediately activated his first Soul Skill, Lotus Star Power, and his second Soul Skill, Life's Praise.

Lotus Star Power enhanced his perception of life force and hardened his Martial Soul.

Life's Praise enhanced his control and absorption of life force, using it to strengthen his Martial Soul.

Bolstered by the two streams of Soul Power, the Blue Silver King continuously multiplied and extended, winding toward Blood Axe.

After strengthening several blades of grass, Tang San threw them using Hidden Weapon techniques, turning them into streaking blades.

Relying on his superior Soul Power, Blood Axe thought little of the attack. Since he wanted to become Tang San's fellow disciple, he did not use his full strength, intending to show mercy for once and serve as a sparring partner.

He activated his first Soul Skill. His strength surged, and he swung his Blood Axe Martial Soul.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The instant his Blood Axe Martial Soul struck the Blue Silver King, which had transformed into vines, his expression changed drastically.

After absorbing a Soul Bone and undergoing Martial Soul Evolution, the effectiveness of Tang San's technique had tripled.

Blood Axe had barely cut through a few vines before they bound him. Unable to intercept the hardened Blue Silver King blades, he could only let them slam into his protective Soul Power.

Swish, swish, swish!

In an instant, Blood Axe was covered in blood, and a sense of mortal danger flooded his entire body.

"Damn it! With your level of Soul Power, how can your attacks be this strong?!"

Blood Axe shouted in shock and fought back with everything he had, his four Soul Rings lighting up one after another.

Tang San smiled, reduced the number of Blue Silver King vines slightly, then activated his third Soul Skill, Plants' Lament.

Boom!

With a tremendous blast, the Blue Silver King vines and grass blades all exploded.

Blood Axe was blasted into a blood-soaked figure, with bloody holes opening wherever hardened Blue Silver King blades had lodged in him.

Plants' Lament could call upon plants with weak consciousness within a hundred-meter radius, absorbing their life force or detonating it.

The explosions' power depended on the amount of life force.

This was, strictly speaking, the first time Tang San had revealed his third Soul Skill to outsiders.

The Soul Fighting Arena fell silent. Only after Tang San left did someone suddenly speak.

"If I remember correctly, Thousand-Hand Asura doesn't have a fourth Soul Ring. Strictly speaking, he's a Soul Elder, right?"

Someone agreed.

"He is a Soul Elder. At most, you could call him half a Soul Ancestor."

Someone asked in bewilderment, "Then how did he instantly defeat a Soul Ancestor as soon as they exchanged blows?"

At those words, the arena fell silent again, then erupted in earthshaking cheers.

"Thousand-Hand Asura! Thousand-Hand Asura!!!"

Someone could not resist shouting, "Thousand-Hand Asura, could you tell us about your master?!"

At those words, the crowd changed its chant, and the chorus became deafening.

"Please tell us the master's name!"

"Please tell us the master's name!!!"

The corners of Tang San's mouth lifted, and he spoke with a smile of heartfelt joy and pride.

"My master is Li Sen!"

In the spectator box, Ning Rongrong sat in a daze, a wave of lingering fear washing through her heart.

Her mind was filled with the scene from a few days earlier, when Tang San had attacked and the Blue Silver Grass embedded in the ground had exploded.

If Xiao Wu hadn't intervened that day, an auxiliary-type Soul Master like me would definitely have died!

If I hadn't spoken ill of Li Sen that day and fallen out with Tang San, perhaps I would have become his disciple and evolved my Martial Soul by now!

Ning Rongrong murmured to herself, shuddering with belated fear. Thinking of Li Sen, she regretted it so bitterly that her liver ached.

After his fight ended, Tang San followed Li Sen out of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Countless people who had heard about the genius Tang San crowded outside the Soul Fighting Arena.

Tang San wore a mask, but his blue hair was far too conspicuous. Countless people recognized him instantly.

"Thousand-Hand Asura is out!"

"Look at the young man beside him! Is that his master, Li Sen?"

"Holy shit, how are Thousand-Hand Asura and his master both so young?!"

"Does Thousand-Hand Asura's master look a little familiar to any of you?"

"Yes, yes! He's the expert who fought a Soul Saint with his physical body a few days ago!"

"So Thousand-Hand Asura's master is that powerful! No wonder he's so strong too!"

Li Sen coughed softly and hurriedly led Tang San away, swiftly evading the crowd.

He intended to take disciples so he could establish his name through teaching and achieve self-created godhood.

He could not accept his first disciples indiscriminately. Character came first, comprehension second, and cultivation talent last.

Only disciples of sound character and good comprehension could help teach others and spread his name after completing their training.

As for money or anything else... he could earn it himself.

The Soul Fighting Arena's senior staff, who still doubted Tang San's claims somewhat and intended to test him through harsh interrogation, all stopped in their tracks when they saw Li Sen.

They believed him now.

An expert who could fight a Soul Saint with his physical body—other than a Titled Douluo, they could think of no other explanation.

On the streets of Suotuo City, Dai Mubai still trained listlessly for a little while before finding beautiful women to amuse himself with.

When he left the hotel that evening, he suddenly heard passersby whispering. His pupils widened, and he stopped short.

"Have you heard? Thousand-Hand Asura raised his Soul Power by three ranks in a single day. He's only one Soul Ring away from becoming a Soul Ancestor."

"I heard it's all thanks to Thousand-Hand Asura's master. He evolved his Martial Soul, which is how he improved so much."

"What's a cultivation increase compared to this? Thousand-Hand Asura's Second Soul Ring is a thousand-year one. Have any of you ever seen that?"

"He even defeated a Soul Ancestor in a single move!"

"They say he only had a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and it evolved into the Blue Silver King!"

"His master is incredible! Apparently, his name is Li Sen, and he's the young man who fought a Soul Saint with nothing but his physical body a few days ago!"

"..."