Chapter 9: A White First Soul Ring? Age +411 Years!
He carefully looked at the red-eyed rabbit, his eyes filled with desire!
Seeing this,
Tang Lan loosened the Fate Blue Silver Emperor a little more.
The red-eyed rabbit instantly escaped and dashed toward the depths of the forest!
"Hey! It ran away!" Tang Lan said anxiously.
He pretended to chase—
but his legs suddenly weakened and he fell to the ground—after consuming soul power repeatedly, exhaustion was normal, right?
Tang San ignored him completely.
The temptation to continue cultivating made him activate Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, catching up in just a few steps.
But the red-eyed rabbit sensed the killing intent and ran as if its life depended on it.
For a moment, Tang San actually couldn't catch it.
Seeing it about to escape…
Tang San used his back to block the view and fired a sleeve arrow that struck its head!
The red-eyed rabbit was nailed to the ground, twitched a few times, and stopped moving.
A white soul ring floated out of its body.
Yes!
A white soul ring!
The rabbit Tang Lan prepared had been carefully selected. Its age was just a little over ten years.
It had only just "reached adulthood."
The goal was to take advantage of Tang San not yet understanding the "optimal soul ring configuration" and trap him!
Otherwise would Tang Lan kindly bring him here to look for the Blue Silver King?
If something in the heavens interfered and gave Tang San a chance—such as awakening the Blue Silver Domain—that wasn't impossible.
And also—
this soul beast was a Softbone Rabbit.
—The same species as Xiao Wu!
If Tang San absorbed a Softbone Rabbit as his soul ring, could Xiao Wu still fall in love with him?
The first impression would instantly drop to rock bottom.
Tang Lan's calculations were very precise!
Seeing Tang San standing before the white soul ring as if thinking about something,
Tang Lan deliberately said, "What was that just now? It killed that soul beast in a flash."
"Just a small trick," Tang San said, changing the subject. "Brother, what should I do now?"
"Didn't Grandpa Jack say to use your martial soul to absorb the soul ring?" Tang Lan guessed. "Why don't you try? I wonder if the soul ring will disappear…"
Tang San was shocked!
He immediately made a decision.
He walked to the Softbone Rabbit, released his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, and guided the white soul ring onto it.
Tang Lan secretly glanced around—
Tang Hao shouldn't be nearby, right?
After a few seconds,
Tang San stood up and grinned at Tang Lan.
"Brother, my bottleneck is gone!"
Tang Lan smiled as well.
It seemed Tang Hao trusted him quite a lot.
Now that things were done, no one could change it.
Only during future divine trials could the soul ring's age increase.
But Tang San had been brought here by the Ashura God, and the Sea God wouldn't give him special treatment.
The Sea God trials depended purely on talent.
Tang Lan had mutated twin martial souls, better soul ring configuration, and higher soul power level!
Would the Sea God's Nine Trials still belong to Tang San?
"Good that you broke through. Did your level increase?" Tang Lan asked with concern.
"Increase? No."
Tang Lan felt greatly satisfied inside.
That was exactly the result he wanted.
[The host caused Tang San's first soul ring to decrease to 11 years, seizing a small amount of Tang San's luck!]
[Reward: Soul Ring Age +411!]
Tang Lan's physique strengthened slightly.
It seemed soul rings and physique were closely connected.
If one increased, the other would grow stronger as well.
But—
why was the increase such a precise number?
Right!
Tang San's original first soul ring was a 422-year Mandala Snake.
Subtract the 11 years—
that was exactly 411 years.
Quite rigorous.
"Brother! It's noon, Dad hasn't eaten yet!" Tang San urged. "Let's go back quickly!"
Tang Lan sneered inwardly.
Tang San looked like he was concerned about Tang Hao,
but in reality he was worried about being questioned about the sleeve arrow.
That was fine.
The more stingy Tang San was, the less guilt Tang Lan felt about tricking him!
._.
One month later.
The Notting Junior Soul Master Academy began its term.
Since two children were going this time, Old Jack drove his donkey cart to take them to Notting City.
Tang Hao stood at the doorway, both hands resting on Tang Lan and Tang San's shoulders.
"Lan'er, I don't worry about you. Just remember what I told you."
Tang Lan nodded obediently.
He replied, "You should also focus on recovering. Don't drink so much anymore."
He looked like a little adult.
Tang Hao laughed happily and patted Tang Lan's shoulder.
This eldest son—
the more he looked at him, the more satisfied he felt.
Then he looked at Tang San.
"Xiao San, you…"
"Just cultivate well. If you don't understand something, ask your brother."
That perfunctory tone made Tang San simply nod coldly.
Tang Hao sighed inwardly.
He felt frustrated with him.
Three months,
and Tang San had only mastered 25 strikes of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique—his progress had been severely delayed due to removing the Nine Yang internal energy.
Compared with Tang Lan, the difference in talent was like heaven and earth.
Tang San's expression stiffened.
But he had to admit Tang Lan's talent far surpassed his.
Especially that strange Blue Silver Grass.
It made him feel both closeness and the urge to submit.
Tang Hao said uneasily, "Lan'er, take good care of Xiao San."
Tang Lan wrapped an arm around the shorter Tang San and laughed boldly.
"Of course!"
"I'll take very good care of Xiao San!"
Once they left Tang Hao's supervision as a Titled Douluo, there would be plenty of chances to mess with him!
Damn it!
For so long,
Tang San had guarded his hidden weapons, techniques, and movement skills tightly!
He had to repay that strict secrecy properly!
Tang Lan's sincere tone reassured Tang Hao.
He pushed the two children toward Old Jack.
Once they climbed onto the donkey cart, Old Jack glanced sideways at Tang Hao.
"You finally did something decent for once."
Then he cracked the whip and drove toward Notting City.
Tang Hao watched the donkey cart leave the village.
He didn't linger at home and instead walked in another direction.
The children were going to school—
their mother should know too.
On the donkey cart,
Tang Lan reached into his clothes, took out a small cloth bag, and stuffed it into Tang San's hands.
Clink clink—
the crisp sound of metal coins.
Tang San opened it and saw two gold soul coins and one silver soul coin.
"I earned this by hunting wild beasts over the past two months," Tang Lan said with a simple smile. "You should enroll normally. I'll use the village's work-study student position."
Actually…
Tang Lan had no time to hunt beasts.
The money came from selling gold bricks.
But Tang San didn't know that and felt deeply moved.
He had originally thought Tang Lan spent every day outside because Tang Hao was secretly training him.
But it turned out he was—
"Brother, your talent is better than mine. Maybe I should be the work-study student instead?" Tang San said sincerely.
He tried to return the pouch.
Bonk!
Tang Lan flicked his forehead hard, creating a big bump.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Tang Lan scolded. "I'm your older brother. It's my duty to take care of you! Don't argue anymore!"
He looked like a loving older brother.
Tang San held his forehead and gritted his teeth.
Both from pain and emotion.
His brother treated him so well!
Unlike that useless father, who treated him coldly as if he were adopted.
But in reality—
could Tang Lan really be that kind?
Work-study students and normal students didn't live in the same dormitory.
By doing this,Tang San wouldn't meet Xiao Wu immediately.
—And Xiao Wu was Tang San's greatest opportunity!
Early on she sacrificed a hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone.
Later Da Ming and Er Ming sacrificed their hundred-thousand-year soul rings and soul bones.
In the end Xiao Wu even became the sheath of the Asura Sword, helping Tang San inherit the God Asura's position!
If Tang Lan managed to win Xiao Wu's heart—
the rewards would be incredible!