Chapter 59 Tang San's Night Raid on Yu Xiaogang
At first.
The two soul bones, entwined with the grass threads, seemed to be on the verge of becoming one.
Just when Tang Chuan thought he could succeed, a sudden change occurred!
"Buzz!"
The two soul bones vibrated simultaneously, the lotus patterns burst with emerald light, and a powerful repulsive force separated the two soul bones, shattering the grass threads sewn between them, which scattered all over the ground.
"It failed."
Tang Chuan rubbed his temples, his brows furrowing as he looked at the two soul bones on the table.
"Forced fusion won't work; the repulsive force is too great."
"It seems I was just being presumptuous."
"As a condensation of the soul power of a soul beast, a soul bone is extremely independent and cannot be fused together simply and crudely."
Despite failing twice, Tang Chuan was not discouraged.
I was just trying it out, so it didn't work out as expected.
However, this attempt was not entirely fruitless. At least he figured out the reason for the rejection of the soul bone, which involves some underlying rules of the Douluo world.
Just like how a Soul Master needs to acquire a Soul Ring to break through a bottleneck.
Simply relying on soul power to forcibly fuse them won't work.
Some kind of secret method or medium is needed to neutralize the rules that have rejected or deceived the world in order to achieve the desired effect.
"Never mind!"
Tang Chuan shook his head, picked up the two soul bones, and weighed them in his hand: "Until we find the right method, forcibly fusing them won't work. Let's wait and see if Xiao San can pull off any miracle!"
Use the Blue Silver Grass to devour the two soul bones.
It's best not to keep something like a soul bone in your hand. If someone accidentally discovers it, it could easily cause trouble, so there's no need for that.
Just copy it whenever you need it.
Although his personal attempt failed this time, Tang Chuan did not completely give up on the idea, but simply listed the fusion of soul bones as a long-term plan.
Take a short break.
After recovering some of his soul power, Tang Chuan got up, glanced at Tang San who was cultivating and adjusting his breathing in the inner room, and began to prepare dinner.
A week went by in a flash.
The changes brought about by the soul bone became increasingly apparent in Tang San. The strength and resilience of his left leg increased significantly, and his stamina also became much more abundant than before.
The most obvious result is that Tang San now needs less time to forge the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.
That night.
The light from the oil lamp shone on Tang San's face as he gripped the last mechanism and inserted it into the slot of the crossbow arm.
A soft click.
The Zhuge Divine Crossbow has finally been assembled.
The crossbow body is about a foot long, and the crossbow arm is made of refined iron mixed with a little bit of black iron, gleaming with a cold luster.
The quiver can hold forty-eight three-inch-long iron arrows at the same time, and the handle is engraved with anti-slip texture.
Tang San gripped the crossbow handle and tried to pull the trigger.
The mechanism operated silently, and sixteen iron arrows instantly pierced through the opposite earthen wall, leaving sixteen neat small holes.
The iron arrow landed on the street outside the courtyard, with a range of about fifty meters.
Tang San went out to retrieve the crossbow bolts, slightly polished the arrowheads with a file, and reloaded them into the quiver of the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.
"That's powerful enough!"
Tang San ran his fingertips along the crossbow, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He recalled Yu Xiaogang's disparaging face when he slandered his brother, and gripped the Zhuge Crossbow tightly in his hand.
During this time, he had already found out where Yu Xiaogang lived, but he had not made any rash moves.
After all, the other party was a level 29 Great Soul Master.
Tang San had never fought against a Great Soul Master and did not know their exact strength, but now that he had the Zhuge Crossbow, he could ensure that everything would go smoothly.
After changing into a dark cloak, Tang San hid the Zhuge Crossbow under his wide robe, covered the lower half of his face with a black cloth, and left the courtyard.
The city of Nottingham was quiet in the dead of night, with the occasional bark of a dog.
Tang San walked through the city, taking advantage of the cover of night, and circled around to the window of the westernmost single room in the Notting Academy teachers' dormitory.
A dim, yellow light shone faintly through the cracks in the window.
Tang San peered into the room from the corner of the wall and saw through the window that Yu Xiaogang was reading theoretical books under the lamp.
"Who?!"
Inside the room, Yu Xiaogang noticed the commotion outside the window, turned his head to look, and saw a blurry black shadow. He immediately became alert.
"Luo Sanpao!"
Almost immediately, he summoned his Spirit, Luo Sanpao, and two yellow Spirit Rings appeared beneath his feet.
Before Yu Xiaogang could finish speaking, a dark shadow flashed outside the window.
The wooden window was flung open by a clever force, and a figure flipped in like a ghost, landing steadily in the center of the room.
The hem of the dark cloak fluttered slightly.
In the dim light, Yu Xiaogang was disheveled, with a stubble beard and sunken eyes, looking even more disheveled than before.
"Who are you?"
"What do you want to do?"
Yu Xiaogang forced himself to remain calm, shielding Luo Sanpao in front of him, his Spirit Rings shimmering beneath his feet.
Although his soul power was weak, he was not stupid. Anyone with eyes could see that the other party was not friendly and was agile, definitely not an ordinary thief.
He's a bit short, so the possibility of him being a dwarf cannot be ruled out.
"You've offended someone you shouldn't have, so I'm here to teach you a lesson!"
Tang San said coldly, raising the Zhuge Crossbow hidden under his cloak. The crossbow bolts gleamed under the lamplight, aimed at Yu Xiaogang's heart.
Did you offend someone you shouldn't have?
Yu Xiaogang couldn't understand it, but Tang San's actions told him that he couldn't just sit and wait for death.
"Luo Sanpao, First Spirit Skill."
"His farts are like thunder, deafening and earth-shattering!"
Yu Xiaogang roared, and the first yellow Spirit Ring under his feet lit up. Without hesitation, he activated his first Spirit Skill.
"Boom!"
Luo Sanpao, who resembled a pig, stuck out his buttocks, and a thick, pungent yellow gas wave sprayed towards Tang San. Accompanied by the sound waves, the power was enough to blow away an ordinary Soul Master.
Tang San was startled but remained calm.
With shifting footwork, he unleashed the Ghostly Shadow Step, his figure drifting three feet to the left like a willow catkin, attempting to escape the core area of the shockwave.
However, he ultimately underestimated the range of this Spirit Skill.
I never expected Yu Xiaogang's Spirit Skill to be so...unique!
A strong gust of air grazed his shoulder, the impact causing him to pause slightly. With a whoosh, it ripped the black cloth covering his face off, and he landed on the ground, spinning around.
"It's...it's you?!"
"Tang San?!"
"That Tang Chuan's younger brother who sells iced tea?!"
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the mask fell to the ground, and Yu Xiaogang saw the youthful face clearly. He gasped in surprise, his face full of astonishment.
"You are not worthy to mention my brother's name."
"Ha!"
"You think you can teach me a lesson when you're just a one-ring Soul Master with the Blue Silver Grass Spirit?"
Upon learning that the masked man was Tang San, Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of anger at being slighted: "You ignorant fool!"
"You forced me to do this!"
With his mask falling off and his identity exposed, Tang San's heart sank, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Yu Xiaogang knew him and was even more aware of his relationship with his brother.
If Yu Xiaogang survives today, the entire Notting Academy will know tomorrow that he attacked a teacher late at night, which will inevitably bring trouble to his brother.
My brother's plans and his peace will all be ruined because of this good-for-nothing's loose tongue!
For my brother's sake, we must not leave any future troubles!
To cut the weeds, you must pull them out by the roots!
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