With a thud, Tang San barely managed to dodge the Martial Soul attack by rolling forward.
He quickly stood up and turned toward the wall entrance, saying, "Hey, that's going too far. This wasn't my fault. You're the one who slept without clothes—you're the pervert here."
Tang San immediately shifted the blame.
Soon, a graceful figure emerged from the passage at the end of the wall—long black hair cascading down, dressed in a flowing gown. Though the garment wasn't form-fitting, it perfectly outlined her curves, making them unmistakably visible, beautiful and captivating.
Tang San shook his head vigorously, trying to erase the alluring sight from his mind. Otherwise, he might get killed without even realizing it.
But he couldn't be entirely blamed. As the young master of the Clear Sky Sect, he had encountered many admirers over the years, but none possessed the flawless beauty and mature elegance of the woman before him.
Of course, had Tang San been familiar with the Spirit Saint Academy's entrance exam, he would have known that this woman was none other than Bibi Dong—the only person who had ever pushed open the Angel Gate, was exceptionally promoted to Saintess by the Pope, and later disappeared as the former Saintess.
Hearing Tang San's attempt to shift blame, Bibi Dong's expression remained unchanged, as if the brief moment of instinctive shyness had been an illusion.
"How did you enter this place?" A flicker of suspicion flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. This was her hiding place, and her ability to remain concealed within Spirit Hall relied entirely on the special restrictions of the Angel Jade Gate.
If this young man had a way to bypass the restrictions left by the Angel God, she would be in grave danger.
Tang San was momentarily taken aback. He had expected to be scolded, given that he had accidentally seen her unclothed body—an incident where she was clearly the aggrieved party. Yet her first question was about how he had entered, as if she didn't care about what had just happened.
Feeling somewhat guilty, Tang San answered truthfully, "My name is Tang San. I came to take the Holy Academy's entrance exam. An old missionary brought me to a large gate and told me to push it open. So I did, and ended up here."
Hearing his explanation, Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed slightly. Being able to push open the Angel Gate meant only one thing!
With a grave expression, she asked, "Do you possess Twin Spirits?"
The Angel Gate could only be opened by those with Twin Spirits. Even a level-99 Ultimate Douluo couldn't force their way in. Just like in Slaughter City—no matter how powerful a level-99 Ultimate Douluo was, they would still be suppressed there, unable to use Soul Skills and forced to rely only on the most basic Martial Soul power.
This was the power of a god. Though a level-99 Ultimate Douluo was invincible in the mortal world, before a deity, they were merely a slightly stronger mortal.
At her words, Tang San instantly understood. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the angelically beautiful woman before him. "You... you also have Twin Spirits?!"
The fact that she had immediately guessed his possession of Twin Spirits confirmed that this place truly could only be accessed by those with Twin Spirits. His assumption had been correct.
This question changed the entire atmosphere. In the nearly hundred-year history of Douluo Continent, there were only two clearly recorded cases of Twin Spirits—one born in the Star Luo Empire and the other in the Heaven Dou Empire. Tang San and Bibi Dong belonged to those without clear records.
For a moment, both sides fell silent. This was the first time Tang San had met another Soul Master with Twin Spirits like himself. Although their Soul Rings were sealed here, making it impossible to accurately gauge each other's strength, judging by her demeanor, she likely wasn't as young as she appeared—meaning her strength was probably far greater than his.
Bibi Dong was the first to speak.
"Help me with something."
"No." Tang San refused outright, making it clear he wasn't some simp—just because she was beautiful didn't mean he had to do her favors.
With a hum, Bibi Dong instantly summoned her Martial Soul. A terrifying pressure emanated from the black spider Martial Soul. Faced with her intimidation, Tang San smirked, materializing the Clear Sky Hammer without a trace of fear.
Gripping the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang San said calmly, "I'm guessing your strength far surpasses mine. But here, Soul Skills can't be used—only the most basic power of the Martial Soul. Even if you're a Titled Douluo with Twin Spirits, I'm not afraid of you."
Bibi Dong frowned at the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand. "Clear Sky Hammer? Are you a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect?"
Tang San smiled. "The young master of the Clear Sky Sect. My father is the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao."
!!?
A strange glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, her expression shifting slightly. Though she had spent most of her time secluded in Angel City cultivating, she had still heard of the Clear Sky Douluo's name.
"Clear Sky Douluo..." Bibi Dong retracted her Martial Soul, a faint smile playing on her lips as she gazed at Tang San. "How about we cooperate?"
Seeing her withdraw her Martial Soul, Tang San also put away the Clear Sky Hammer and raised a hand in refusal. "I don't cooperate with strangers."
Instead of being angered by his firm rejection, Bibi Dong remained composed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her voice softened. "Though you possess Twin Spirits, I suspect you haven't yet Soul Enchanted your Second Soul Ring—planning to attach only ten-thousand-year Soul Rings to your Second Spirit, aren't you?"
Tang San wasn't flustered at being seen through. He neither confirmed nor denied her guess. Since she also had Twin Spirits, it wasn't surprising their thoughts aligned.
When Tang San didn't respond, Bibi Dong continued, "Since you have Twin Spirits and were born into the Clear Sky Sect, you must know about the first recorded Twin Spirits Soul Master in history—the one who died from Martial Soul conflict when attaching the third Soul Ring to their Second Spirit."
"Oh? You have a way to solve that?"
This was precisely what Tang San and Tang Hao had been worried about. In theory, Twin Spirits could attach eighteen Soul Rings, but that was only the theoretical limit. In reality, reaching that limit was nearly impossible.
Simply put, a Soul Master was a vessel. While one could be born with Twin Spirits, their body couldn't withstand eighteen Soul Rings—let alone if the Second Spirit was entirely attached with ten-thousand-year Soul Rings. That would mean possessing at least fourteen ten-thousand-year Soul Rings upon reaching Titled Douluo.
Fourteen ten-thousand-year Soul Rings—how absurd was that? Under normal circumstances, it would undoubtedly cause the body to explode.
Not to mention ordinary Soul Masters, even someone like Tang Hao, whose physique resembles that of a Spirit Beast, couldn't withstand it and would explode and perish. There was even the possibility of conflict between the Soul Rings of his first Martial Soul and those of his second spirit.
Tang San's current solution relied on Immortal Spiritual Herbs like the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng to enhance his physique and stabilize his foundation, combined with training his body through the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique to increase his capacity for Soul Rings.
However, Tang San vaguely sensed that this method would at most allow him to attach two hundred-year, two thousand-year, and five ten-thousand-year Soul Rings to his second spirit. It was impossible to achieve nine Soul Rings all at ten-thousand-year level or above.
Bibi Dong spoke calmly and earnestly, "I currently possess fifteen Soul Rings. If you help me, I can also help you. Wouldn't mutual benefit be ideal?"