The five Soul Douluo uncles filed in, their faces filled with joy upon hearing that Tang Feng had returned safely and brought them opportunities for breakthroughs.
Tang Ming rushed forward and hugged Tang Feng tightly, his voice trembling, " Little Feng! Five years ago, your second uncle thought you... It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"
The other four patted Tang Feng on the shoulder with excitement and relief.
After thanking the elders with a smile, Tang Feng took out five celestial medicinal herbs from his Hundred Treasure Purse. Instantly, they shone with a myriad of colors and emitted a fragrant aroma.
Tang Feng first approached Tang Ming and Tang Kun, presenting each with a fiery red, lingzhi-shaped Immortal Herb, saying, "Uncle Ming, Uncle Kun, this is an ' Eighth-Grade Lingzhi,' an eighth-grade immortal Immortal Herb with potent yet gentle medicinal properties. For Soul Douluo stuck at their bottlenecks, it can break through the barriers in the most domineering way, helping you two uncles break through to Level 90 in one fell swoop!"
Upon hearing that this was a treasure that could help them break through to the Titled Douluo, Tang Ming Tang Kun accepted it with trembling hands. The moment their fingertips touched the Immortal Herb, they could feel the violent energy contained within it. The two looked at each other and saw the ecstasy and shock in each other's eyes.
Tang Feng then took out a grayish-white Immortal Herb with veins like cracks in a rock and handed it to Tang Yu, saying, "Uncle Yu, this ' Rockheart Grass ' grows ten thousand feet underground. It can solidify your Soul Power foundation and enhance your Soul Power, which will greatly benefit your future breakthrough to a higher title."
Tang Yu accepted the Immortal Herb, his face turning purple with excitement.
Finally, Tang Feng took out two lotus-shaped, fiery red immortal Immortal Herb and handed them to Tang Hui and Tang Zhi: "My two uncles, you have just entered the Soul Douluo and your foundations are not yet stable."
Although this ' Scarlet Blood Lotus ' is only of the seventh grade, it can strengthen your foundation, broaden your meridians, and solidify your Soul Power, allowing your potential to reach new heights. It lays a solid foundation for your future attempts to become Titled Douluo.
After the distribution was completed, the five Soul Douluo held the Immortal Herb, too excited to speak.
Sect Master Tang Xiao remained silent for a long time before looking up at Tang Feng. On that still somewhat immature face, there was a composure and determination that did not match his age.
A wave of indescribable heartache welled up in my heart. The child was only fifteen years old, yet he already knew how to work hard and risk his life for the sect, and he also brought so many opportunities.
" Feng'er!" Tang Xiao's voice was low and hoarse, tinged with guilt, "These Immortal Herb are so precious; obtaining them must have been difficult! Did you suffer a lot?"
The hall fell silent instantly, and the five elders all looked at Tang Feng with concern in their eyes.
Tang Feng bowed slightly, his expression respectful. "Reporting to the Sect Master, these Immortal Herb all came from a secluded valley in the Sunset Forest. It was indeed a dangerous place, filled with poisonous miasma and teeming with Soul Beast. However, I was fortunate enough to explore with Senior Dugu Bo, and we forged a deep friendship as a result. Although the immortal Immortal Herb were rare, it was a natural progression. Perhaps this was a special opportunity bestowed upon us by Heaven, unwilling to see our Clear Sky Sect perish."
Tang Feng spoke casually, but everyone present was a seasoned veteran, and they could easily imagine the many dangers involved.
Tang Xiao and the Second Elder, Tang Zhen, exchanged a glance and nodded to each other, a resolute glint in their eyes: Such talent, such temperament, such great achievements, and such humility and manners—wasn't this the very person the Clear Sky Sect had been waiting for?
Tang Xiao took a deep breath, suddenly stepped forward, placed one hand on Tang Feng's shoulder, and said solemnly:
"That Old Monster Dugu Bo, who always keeps to himself, has actually befriended you. Feng'er, you're very good, really very good."
You are exceptionally talented, calm, and resilient, and you have made so many contributions to the sect, bringing back so many opportunities. With your destiny, you will surely lead the sect back to its peak and re-emerge in the Soul Master World!
As the sect leader, I formally propose that you be appointed as the sect's young sect leader. Once you break through to the Titled Douluo level, you can officially succeed me as sect leader. I wonder if you are willing to shoulder this heavy responsibility?
"Sect Master is wise! The future of the sect needs such a prodigy to take the helm!" The Second Elder was the first to agree.
Tang Feng was stunned by this sudden suggestion. He immediately knelt on one knee and hurriedly declined, "Sect Master, how can this be? This disciple is still young and inexperienced, and needs further training. How dare I..."
"There's no such thing as seniority!" The Fifth Elder waved his hand, interrupting Tang Feng. "I'll absolutely accept you as the young sect leader; there's no one more suitable than you."
The Third Elder and Fourth Elder smiled and nodded repeatedly, agreeing in kind.
The second elder, the most senior among them, finally explained gently, "The sect leader is unmarried and has no children, so the successor will naturally be chosen from among you young people! In terms of talent, merit, and character, no one is more suitable than you. You will be the young sect leader, it's settled!"
Seeing that all the elders agreed, Tang Xiao laughed loudly, bent down to help Tang Feng up, and said with a piercing gaze, "From this day forward, you are the Young Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect! We will choose another auspicious day to hold a sect assembly and announce this to the entire sect!"
Seeing that the matter was settled, Tang Feng took a deep breath and solemnly promised, "Thank you for your high regard, Sect Master and all of you! Disciple Tang Feng hereby swears that I will lead the sect to wash away its shame and return to its peak!"
"Good!" Tang Xiao patted Tang Feng's shoulder heavily, and the five elders cheered in unison.
After a moment, Tang Feng, seeing that the matter was settled, reminded them, "Sect Master, elders and uncles, the Immortal Herb should not be exposed to the air for too long, otherwise its medicinal effects will be lost. Let's absorb and refine it first!"
"Yes, yes!" Tang Xiao quickly realized, "Let's absorb the Immortal Herb first! Feng'er, you've traveled a long way, go back and rest first, we'll talk in detail after we've finished refining it."
"Yes, disciple will return after you have finished consuming the immortal Immortal Herb and your breathing has stabilized."
So, the eleven people who were preparing to absorb the Immortal Herb looked at each other and saw the excitement and anticipation in each other's eyes.
They each found a corner to sit cross-legged, and the Immortal Herb were consumed one after another.
In an instant, lightning, golden light, and earthen yellow light rose and fell, and a powerful life force surged in the secret room like waves crashing on the shore.
After observing for a while and waiting for everyone's breathing to stabilize, Tang Feng quietly left the secret chamber, gently closed the stone door, and returned to the stone house under the moonlight.
Since returning to the sect at noon yesterday, first Grandpa absorbed the Soul Ring, then distributed Immortal Herb, and so on. After a series of tumultuous events, a day and a night have passed, and it is now late at night.
A night breeze swept by, and the training ground was deserted. The iron hammers that had been sweating profusely during the day were now silent.
Upon seeing the stone house number six in the distance, Tang Feng paused. It was the house he had lived in for seven years before he turned ten.
Upon entering the house, a person was sitting on a stone bench in the open space of the stone house. Who else could it be but Tang Jian?
At this moment, Tang Jian was tall, about the same height as Tang Feng. He was wearing a faded gray robe and sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, like a petrified statue, stubbornly guarding this place.
Hearing footsteps, Tang Jian slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them before turning into wild joy.
" Little Feng!" Tang Jian roared, his voice slightly hoarse.
Tang Feng paused, his eyes instantly welling up with tears. He strode forward, and when the two were three steps apart, they simultaneously opened their arms and collided violently, producing a dull thud.
" Brother Jian!" Tang Feng's voice was also a little hoarse.
Tang Jian was already over seventeen years old, with neat short hair, broad shoulders, and the immaturity of his youth had faded, replaced by a sharp and angular look.
"You brat..." Tang Jian released Tang Feng and punched Tang Feng in the chest, the force not too light, not too heavy. "Five years, and you still dare to come back!"
Tang Feng grinned. "I'm back now, aren't I? But you, all alone in this house, aren't you getting sick from being cooped up?"
A hint of melancholy flashed in Tang Jian's eyes. "After you left, Grandpa often went into seclusion, and this room has been empty. I'm all alone here, with no one to talk to. How can I not get sick from all this boredom!"
At this point, Tang Jian suddenly remembered something, lowered his voice, and asked with barely concealed curiosity and shock in his eyes, " Little Feng, what is your current strength? I sense that your strength is unfathomable."
Tang Feng didn't speak, but simply raised his right hand, palm up. A flash of dark light appeared, the Clear Sky Hammer materialized, and four Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, and black.
Tang Jian's pupils constricted, he gasped, and took two steps back, his voice trembling. " Soul Ancestor?! Ten thousand years, fourth ring?! You... you're a monster! No, even monsters aren't as monstrous as you!"
He stared intently at the black Soul Ring, feeling as if his entire understanding had been overturned.
Tang Jian sighed inwardly: How long have I been stuck at level 29? It's been three months, hasn't it? Every cultivation session feels like struggling in a quagmire, my Soul Power grows slower than a snail.