Chapter 7: Digging a Pit for Tang San and Letting Him Jump In Himself!
When Tang San returned to his room, he was horrified to discover that the originally calm and balanced Xuantian Skill internal energy had been tainted with the extremely yang attribute of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. It was like pouring stimulants into clear water—making the entire vat of water "impure."
If he intended to switch to cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill, it wouldn't matter. He could just keep cultivating.
But…
this incomplete Nine Yang Divine Skill—how could Tang San possibly cultivate it?
He tried running the Xuantian Skill, intending to assimilate the Nine Yang internal energy.
But the quality of Nine Yang internal energy was far higher than that of the Xuantian Skill!
It was like trying to dilute ink with water—the more you stir, the murkier it becomes.
Helpless,
Tang San could only painstakingly separate the Nine Yang internal energy little by little, and then completely discard it.
Like cutting off his own arm to preserve the purity of his Xuantian Skill internal energy.
This time, he tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead!
[The host caused Tang San's cultivation to regress, seizing a tiny amount of Tang San's luck!]
[Reward: Level +1!]
Tang Lan's Nine Yang internal energy increased slightly, raising his level to 25.
Seeing this, Tang Lan's lips curled upward.
So even Tang God King isn't that impressive—Xuantian Skill internal energy is this weak?
"Lan'er," Tang Hao instructed, "in the future, unless it's a life-or-death situation, you must never use the hammer martial soul!"
"And before you receive my permission, you must not attach any soul rings to the hammer martial soul."
"Understood?"
Tang Lan nodded knowingly.
The first point didn't even need to be said.
Before growing strong enough, the identity of the Haotian Sect would mostly bring trouble.
The second point was even easier to understand.
With twin martial souls, attaching too many soul rings early could cause the body to explode.
And later, once his level was higher, the first soul ring of the Clear Sky Hammer could start at fifty or sixty thousand years.
Perhaps even—
all ten hundred-thousand-year rings weren't impossible!
With the Nine Yang Divine Skill running automatically, Tang Lan didn't stay idle—being a grinding king meant he could rule the God Realm!
If he didn't need to cultivate internal energy, he could train external techniques instead.
He continued tempering his indestructible body.
Using the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, he forged a set of thousand-refined steel weights for himself.
Following the route between Holy Soul Village, the waterfall, and the Blue Silver King, he ran it more than ten times every day.
With the Nine Yang Divine Skill protecting him and the Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone as backup,
he wasn't afraid of overexertion at all.
He simply trained himself to the limit.
The age of his soul rings increased by another 300 years.
Whenever he had time, he also practiced the inheritance left by the Blue Silver King, allowing the Fate Blue Silver Emperor to move like an extension of his arm.
Life was quite fulfilling.
Most of the time Tang Hao was cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
His injuries were too severe and had been neglected for six years.
Recovering was a huge project.
Occasionally when he woke up,
he would guide Tang Lan's force-application techniques and even spar with him to improve his combat experience.
Tang Lan's soul power rose by another level.
As for Tang San—
he stayed at home forging iron and practicing the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.
While Tang Lan and Tang Hao went out, he secretly forged many hidden-weapon components.
But he never assembled or used them in front of them.
Very stingy.
Tang Lan didn't expose him.
He was preparing a big move!
Finally,
Tang San asked where he had gone for those ten days and why his changes were so drastic.
Tang Lan didn't hide anything.
He described the "fortunate encounter" of those ten days in full, successfully arousing Tang San's interest.
"Brother, can you take me there to try?" Tang San asked eagerly. "Our martial souls are similar. Maybe mine can evolve too?"
Tang Lan laughed inwardly.
Just as expected—you took the bait!
On the surface, however, he punched Tang San on the shoulder.
Good heavens!
Just the weights on his arms alone weighed more than a hundred jin.
Tang San grimaced in pain!
"That's right! Your martial soul is similar to mine!" Tang Lan said regretfully. "I've been too busy training these days and forgot about it. Let's go!"
He grabbed Tang San and ran outside.
Inside the house,
Tang Hao, who had been cultivating, opened his eyes and glanced outside.
Tang Lan, as an older brother, really took good care of his younger brother.
He felt reassured.
Unfortunately…
he closed his eyes again and continued cultivating.
Tang Lan was now a Great Soul Master. Not only had he awakened the Blue Silver Emperor, he also had natal soul rings.
He had also mastered three Haotian supreme techniques.
Soul beasts under a thousand years could be smashed easily.
In the wilderness around an ordinary village like this, he could walk sideways if he wanted.
At the village entrance,
Tang Lan and Tang San ran into Old Jack, who was basking in the sun.
"Xiao Lan, out training again?"
Old Jack smiled.
"Xiao San is here too."
"Good."
"Don't stay home forging iron all the time. You're still growing—it's not good."
Tang San responded with a polite smile but kept glancing at Tang Lan, urging him to hurry up.
But Tang Lan wasn't in a hurry.
The key conversation hadn't triggered yet.
"Grandpa Jack is up early too."
Tang Lan smiled honestly.
"By the way, about what I asked you before—did you find anything out?"
"I mean how to break through the bottleneck of level-ten soul power?"
Beside him,
Tang San—who had been stuck at the Xuantian Skill bottleneck for half a year—immediately stopped being in a hurry to leave.
Tang Lan saw it and smiled inwardly.
The fish was about to bite!
"This old man really asked around."
Old Jack said proudly.
"I specifically went to the Spirit Hall and asked Lord Su Yuntao."
"It's actually simple. As long as you absorb a soul ring, you'll naturally break through the level-ten bottleneck."
Tang San's eyes lit up!
He quickly asked, "Then what exactly is a soul ring? Where can you get one?"
Old Jack looked at Tang San fondly.
"Xiao San, you have innate full soul power. Xiao Lan probably asked about this for your sake."
Tang Lan chuckled.
Back when he tested his soul power, he secretly added a little internal energy, making his innate soul power appear as level three.
After all,
one innate full soul power with a trash martial soul would make ignorant people sigh with pity.
But two of them…
that would probably be reported upward to investigate whether some heavenly treasure had appeared nearby.
Which might affect his later plan to obtain the hundred-thousand-year soul bone.
Tang San looked at Tang Lan gratefully.
Big brother really cared about his little brother!
"Grandpa Jack, don't keep us in suspense," Tang Lan urged. "Xiao San is getting anxious. How do you obtain a soul ring?"
Old Jack laughed and gave the answer.
"As long as you kill a soul beast that's over ten years old, a soul ring will appear."
"Absorb it, and you'll break through the bottleneck!"
Tang San looked shocked.
He originally thought soul rings were herbs or spirit pills.
But they required killing soul beasts?
Who could have guessed that!
And—
"Grandpa Jack, what exactly is a soul beast?" Tang Lan asked curiously. "I've killed plenty of wild animals, but I've never seen any soul rings."
Old Jack stroked his beard with a smile.
Luckily he had asked thoroughly.
"A soul beast is like a human soul master—a creature that possesses soul power."
"Beasts, birds, even plants can be soul beasts."
"The most important thing is their age—"
Just as Old Jack was about to explain further,
Tang Lan suddenly shouted—
"So amazing!"
This disrupted Old Jack's train of thought.
Tang Lan immediately seized the moment and said to Tang San, "Xiao San, let's go! I'll take you there first, then we'll hunt a soul beast to get your soul ring!"
Sure enough,
Old Jack was instantly alarmed by Tang Lan's words.
His brows furrowed deeply!
Hunt soul beasts?
Just you two little kids?
He forgot about continuing his explanation and instead shouted—
"Hunting soul beasts is no joke!"
"You two—"
Tang Lan shrank his head,
as if frightened by an elder's anger.
He grabbed Tang San and ran away.
At that speed,
Old Jack's old legs couldn't catch them. He could only shout from behind—
"Kids, don't go risking your lives!"
"Soul beasts are dangerous!"
After they ran far away,
Tang Lan slowed down and patted his chest as if relieved.
"Wow! Grandpa Jack was so scary!"
Tang San nodded in agreement.
This was only the second time he had seen Old Jack this angry—the last time was when Tang Hao refused to let Tang San attend the soul master academy.
Now he had a rough understanding of how dangerous soul beasts were.
Tang Lan watched from the side,
feeling extremely satisfied.
The pit had already been dug.
Now he just had to wait for Tang San to jump into it himself!