"Xiao San's talent really is far beyond yours or mine."
"I can just imagine the people from Spirit Hall's jaws dropping."
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's exclamations did not disturb Tang San, who was practicing in the deep pool beneath the waterfall.
Although Tang San was only a little over six, with a youthful face, his eyes held a trace of maturity beyond his age.
The waterfall came down with tremendous force.
Yet Tang San did not even blink. His feet traced ghostly steps, as though he meant to go against the current.
Relying on those ghostly steps, he swung his hammer again and again, borrowing and redirecting force.
The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer consisted of nine times nine, or eighty-one, hammer strikes in all.
He reached the thirty-sixth strike before his Soul Power gave out and he finally stopped.
Yet his training did not end there. Instead, he landed on a massive boulder beneath the waterfall.
Then he activated Mysterious Jade Hand and shattered the boulder with one blow, sending fragments flying in every direction.
He then used Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon to draw the fragments back in the directions he intended.
After that smooth little combination of moves,
Tang San felt utterly confident.
Who would have thought that after I jumped off Hell's Peak and came to another world, the Tang Sect's techniques would still be peerless?
On top of that, I have Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls.
In this world, I'll combine the Tang Sect's techniques with Martial Souls, spread the use of Hidden Weapons, and rebuild the Tang Sect.
That was what he thought.
At that moment, seeing that Tang San had finished training, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao stepped forward.
Tang Hao squeezed Tang San's little hand and felt the strength far beyond that of a six-year-old. He could not help exclaiming:
"Xiao San, when I was your age, I couldn't do what you've done."
Tang Hao had always been proud, whether it came to Spirit Hall or other sects and clans such as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
But he held this younger brother of his in the highest regard.
Tang San's expression remained calm as he replied modestly:
"If Brother Hao hadn't taught me, how could I have improved so quickly?"
Hearing Tang San say that, Tang Hao felt quite pleased.
Indeed, he had put considerable effort into teaching Tang San.
At that moment, Tang Xiao's expression also grew complicated:
"The weakness of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer is that it's easily interrupted while building up force."
"Yet your Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track steps make up for that, Xiao San."
"I believe you'll become the glory of our Clear Sky Sect."
Tang San nodded.
The glory of the Clear Sky Sect?
Given the choice, he would rather become the glory of the Tang Sect.
But he did not mind letting the Clear Sky Sect benefit and rise as a result.
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao naturally had no idea what their younger brother was thinking.
At that moment, Tang Hao sighed:
"If only your second Martial Soul weren't an eye, but a Martial Soul like the Sharp-Tailed Swift."
He felt somewhat puzzled, wondering why Tang San had awakened an eye Martial Soul.
As he saw it, aside from improving his eyesight a little, what other great use could an eye Martial Soul have?
Still, as a member of the Clear Sky Sect, he naturally knew that Twin Martial Souls were generally equal in quality.
Perhaps Tang San's eye Martial Soul had not yet been fully developed.
As for Tang Hao's regret, Tang San felt little about it.
In his view, the eye Martial Soul was quite good. At the very least, he could develop it in combination with his Purple Demon Eye in the future.
While the three were talking,
an incomparably powerful pressure erupted with a thunderous boom from the forbidden grounds on the back mountain, seemingly enough to shake even the white clouds from the sky.
Countless Clear Sky Sect disciples also felt that presence.
"The old ancestor has emerged from seclusion."
"As expected of the old ancestor. With a presence like that, who in the world could stand against him?"
"Even Spirit Hall's Qian Daoliu might not be able to beat the old ancestor, right?"
Amid the exclamations, Tang Chen, fresh from seclusion, went straight to the waterfall where Tang San was.
Seeing the change in Tang San, Tang Chen showed a rare trace of satisfaction:
"Good. I never imagined that in such a short time, Xiao San, you would cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer to this level."
"Given a little time, you'll soon be able to master the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer completely."
"Heaven truly favors our Clear Sky Sect. The day we become the number one sect under heaven is close at hand!"
Hearing that, the Clear Sky Twin Stars and Tang San nodded.
At that moment, Tang Wei, the current sect master, also hurried over and said:
"There are fewer than two days left until the sparring match with Spirit Hall, when our third-generation disciples will measure themselves against theirs. Shall we set out now?"
Tang Chen nodded.
"Prepare to depart."
"Xiao San, among Spirit Hall's third-generation disciples, only Bibi Dong can give you a decent match."
"Do you have the confidence to defeat Bibi Dong, Xiao San?"
Hearing Tang Chen's question, Tang San's youthful face showed nothing but confidence as he said:
"I'll win."
He thought coldly:
Spirit Hall and the Angel God?
In this world without the Tang Sect, I possess the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record and Hidden Weapons.
These so-called top powers are nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs before me.
Then Tang Chen gave the order: "Depart."
Soon, the Clear Sky Sect's convoy headed straight for Spirit Hall.
In a secret chamber at Spirit Hall, Lin Chuan sat cross-legged.
Qian Xunji had taken Bibi Dong to try using the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor to increase her Soul Power, so he was the only one cultivating in seclusion in the chamber. He was still a little unaccustomed to it.
After all, who wouldn't want a fragrant, soft, broad-chested teacher to accompany him while he cultivated?
A Yellow Soul Ring circled him.
A pure white halo covered his body. It was the exceptionally pure Power of Faith he had absorbed after healing the many disciples of Spirit Hall.
This Power of Faith was gathering inside his body, continually washing over his First Soul Ring.
Under its steady flow, the Soul Ring's once-bright yellow color grew darker and darker.
Four hundred and twenty years!
Four hundred and thirty years!
Four hundred and fifty years!
It kept rising until it reached five hundred years, when it finally came to a booming halt.
With a sound like something shattering, the Soul Ring from the Light-Weaving Butterfly burst with a brilliant yellow light.
His first Soul Skill had already broken through the generally accepted theoretical limit for a First Soul Ring: four hundred and twenty-three years.
Lin Chuan was very satisfied.
He then began testing how his Soul Skill had transformed.
The simplest method was to use the Soul Skill on himself.
The result was entirely beyond Lin Chuan's expectations.
"The speed of my first Soul Skill, Healing Woven Light, actually increased by twenty percent."
"Its single-target healing effect has broken through the previous bottleneck, where it was close to high-tier, and truly reached the level of a high-tier healing technique."
That conclusion delighted Lin Chuan.
Other Soul Masters might not possess a high-tier healing technique even after obtaining four rings.
What was more, his ability could switch between single-target and group healing at any time.
On top of that, it could be altered to produce a concealment effect.
"The speed at which I can activate the concealment effect has more than doubled."
"It's already reached the activation speed of an ordinary Soul Skill."