Liu Erlong's expression remained conflicted for a long time before finally softening. Although she didn't have much affection for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, since Grandmaster chose to let the matter go, she suppressed her desire to persuade Ma Hongjun and Oscar.
"Sigh, I hope the kids succeed."
"Yes, we have to believe in Xiao San's ability."
Yu Xiaogang quickly hid the hint of guilt in his eyes.
At the wine table, the elder and the three youngsters continued to drink and chat, unaware that the Back Mountain courtyard had no shortage of plants. Besides the flowers and plants Liu Erlong carefully cultivated, there was, of course, Blue Silver Grass everywhere.
Ah Yin, who was in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, saw all of this and quickly relayed the trio's conversation to Ning Bei.
"Oh? Going to the Far East of Heaven Dou City? That's near Slaughter City. He probably thinks we can't reach that far."
"No need to rush. We'll see what he does before reacting."
Ah Yin nodded. She also knew there was something unusual about Tang San and that he wasn't an easy person to defeat. This aligned with Ning Bei's consistent approach to Tang San.
"What about the other two? They still belong to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, don't they?"
"Let them fight among themselves. He won't find the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower at all. When all hope is lost, the most desperate counterattack will follow. Promises aren't made lightly."
"Alright, I understand. I'll continue monitoring them."
After Ah Yin left, Ning Bei looked with interest at the Big Mother Dragon who was watching Qiu Er eat.
"Do you know about Slaughter City?"
"Hmm?"
The Silver Dragon King looked away from Qiu Er and towards Ning Bei, confused as to why he was asking such an obvious question. How could she not know about the contingency plan her greatest enemy had buried on the continent?
"The place where the Asura God left to select a successor? Is there a problem there?"
"There's an ancient exotic beast inside called the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent. Its inner core, combined with the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, can allow the red-haired fatty Ah Yin just mentioned to evolve his Martial Soul to a level favored by a God."
"Phoenix God? Or Fire God?"
"Either is possible. Counting the Rakshasa God position, this small Slaughter City is actually connected to four Gods."
A heavy feeling settled in the Big Mother Dragon's heart. If those God successors were all won over by the Asura God's pawns, it would be another significant problem for them. Ning Bei also saw the worry in her eyes. With a wave of his right hand, dozens of bright red herbs hovered in mid-air.
"Relax. For him to gain the recognition of the Phoenix God or Fire God, the first step requires this Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower. And all the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflowers on the continent are in my hands."
"You certainly know a lot. It seems you can always stay one step ahead of that Tang San."
Hearing this, Ning Bei curled his lip in disdain. I don't know much, but who told me I've read the original story?
After deciding on the Tang Sect's future base and agreeing on a departure time with Ma Hongjun and Oscar, Tang San returned to the Moon Pavilion and stayed for a few days, enjoying some rare family time with his aunt.
"Are you leaving, Xiao San?"
All good things must come to an end. Tang San still had a blood feud to avenge, so it was naturally impossible for him to stay in the Moon Pavilion with her forever. Tang Yuehua saw the look of hesitation on her nephew's face and knew it was time for them to part again.
Seeing Tang Yuehua speak first, Tang San pursed his lips and nodded.
"Yes, Aunt. I've made arrangements with my companions. We're leaving today."
"Sigh, your aunt knows she can't persuade you, but remember to be careful in everything, understand? Your aunt only has you as a nephew."
"Don't worry, Aunt. Xiao San will act within his capabilities in everything. He won't rashly confront Spirit Hall if his strength doesn't allow it."
Seeing Tang San's promise, Tang Yuehua felt a little more at ease and began to nag about trivial matters to pay attention to in daily life. Tang San patiently accepted all her concerns.
It wasn't until half an hour later that Tang San left the Moon Pavilion without looking back, afraid that turning around would shake his resolve.
Outside the gates of Heaven Dou City, Oscar and Ma Hongjun had been waiting for a long time. The fatty's face held a hint of teasing.
"You sure took your time. You're several hours past the agreed time. What? Did your aunt want to keep you by her side as a good little boy?"
Hearing this, Tang San rolled his eyes and ignored the fatty's teasing, walking directly towards the east side of the city gate.
"Let's go."
"Tch, still no sense of humor."
The fatty pouted and stopped teasing Tang San, following closely behind him.
The two deliberately slowed down their pace to accommodate Oscar, the little support. But when Oscar understood the situation, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Tang San, can I borrow a drop of your blood?"
"Hmm? What do you need blood for?"
Tang San stopped and looked back at Oscar, his eyes filled with confusion. He knew that usually, he would rely on his Blue Silver Grass's Fifth Spirit Skill to absorb others' blood. Now, someone was actually asking him for blood.
"You wouldn't know, would you? My Sixth Spirit Skill was obtained from a Soul Beast called the Mirror Shadow Beast. Its effect is to have a Battle Soul Master provide me with a drop of blood to create a Mirror Sausage. After consuming the Mirror Sausage, I can use the other person's Martial Soul and gain a corresponding physical enhancement."
Hearing this, Tang San's face immediately showed shock. The effect of this Soul Skill was simply unheard of. It could actually allow a support Soul Master to instantly possess the combat power and physique of a Battle Soul Master.
The fatty on the side also took the opportunity to brag about his good brother.
"Let me tell you, Tang San, Oscar's Soul Skill is really sneaky. The Mirror Sausage made with my blood, after eating it, I'm not even afraid of flames anymore."
"Really? That's truly a practical Soul Skill. What's the consumption like?"
After hearing the fatty's introduction, Tang San's mind became active again. If the consumption of Oscar's Soul Skill wasn't high, it could have strategic value.
Oscar, who had just been looking smug, instantly wilted like a frosted eggplant when he heard Tang San's question.
Meanwhile, the fatty next to them clutched his stomach and slapped Tang San on the shoulder.
"Tang San, don't ask anymore. This guy's Sixth Spirit Skill uses up all his spirit power for just one use. If he can't defeat the opponent within the mirrored time, he's no different from those generous ladies on the street in Soto City. Don't bring him down, hahaha!"
Hearing this, Tang San felt a slight disappointment, but he quickly adjusted his mood. In his opinion, such a powerful spirit skill naturally had to have a huge consumption.
Oscar, on the other hand, looked at the laughing fatty with a mix of shame and anger.
"What are you laughing at? It's already rare for me, a support spirit master, to have this kind of combat power. Plus, I can assist my teammates in battle. Can you do that?"
"Haha, no, no, you win, alright? But speaking of which, why didn't you ask for my blood this time? Are you looking down on me?"
Ma Hongjun, who had stopped laughing, immediately showed a look of indignation. Oscar, with a look of disdain that was a world away from his previous shame and anger, said:
"Tch, your physique isn't much stronger than mine. Of course, I'll use Tang San's now that he's here."
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