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In Tang San's view, the only way to quickly raise his Cultivation Rank was to rely on the devouring ability of the Eight Spider Lances. In the past, he had indeed lost to his older brother, Tang Chen, but that kind of defeat was not enough to threaten his life.
Now, his mother had very likely died at the hands of Spirit Hall, and before he could avenge her, Spirit Hall had already come knocking, wanting to make a move against him.
It was impossible for Tang San not to be anxious; he felt a deep sense of crisis. He could no longer cultivate at a leisurely pace like before.
Just as Yu Xiaogang said, if he didn't seize the time to improve his strength, would he be able to guarantee such luck every time if Spirit Hall came knocking again?
Yu Xiaogang saw that Tang San's emotions had stabilized a bit, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his stiff face. He patted Tang San's shoulder again and said, "Little San, the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament will begin in half a year. You must strive to raise your spirit power Rank to forty within these six months. Only then will we have a chance to fight against Spirit Hall."
Hearing this, Tang San nodded and said in a deep voice, "Teacher, don't worry. In the remaining six months, I will definitely raise my strength to Rank forty or above ." As he spoke, a faint, almost imperceptible red light flashed in his eyes. "Teacher, it's getting late. You should rest well. I'm going back to Cultivate now."
Yu Xiaogang nodded with relief, raised his hand, and waved, signaling that Tang San could leave. Tang San bowed slightly to Yu Xiaogang, then turned and left the room.
However, after he left Yu Xiaogang's room, he did not return to his own dormitory. Instead, he secretly went to the very top of a pavilion outside the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.
A Desperate Act
The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind howled. The streets outside the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena were dimly lit, with a few solitary Spirit guide lamps swaying in the wind, casting a pale glow.
Tang San stood high above, looking down. He saw throngs of people continuously pouring out of the Great Spirit Arena.
"Purple Demon Eye!"
With a faint purple glow in his eyes, Tang San carefully scanned the crowd below, sensing the spirit power fluctuations on each person. Soon, his gaze locked onto a lone Spirit Master. That person had a spirit power Rank of around thirty and was walking alone towards a secluded alley.
A cold smile played on his lips. Tang San's figure flickered, and he leaped down from the pavilion, then silently followed like Gui Mei.
"Why is my luck so bad today? I lost several bets in a row, damn it!" This Spirit Master walked along, cursing under his breath.
However, just then, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. His pupils constricted slightly, his face darkened, and he shouted sharply, "Who's there?".
The next second, countless crossbow bolts instantly shot out from the darkness, piercing his body like a hornet's nest with a whistling sound. He didn't even have time to scream before his eyes widened, and he fell straight down. Blood quickly spread across the bluestone path.
Immediately after, Tang San's figure silently appeared beside this Spirit Master. He looked indifferently at the dying man, a faint curve on his lips.
"I hope you don't blame me. Blame Spirit Hall. If they hadn't come for me, wanting to kill me, I wouldn't have resorted to this measure to quickly improve my strength. Spirit Hall is responsible for your death! If you become a vengeful ghost after death, then go find the people of Spirit Hall!"
After speaking, eight purplish-black spider legs suddenly emerged from Tang San's back, accurately piercing into the Spirit Master's body. The next second, the spider legs trembled slightly, beginning to frantically devour the opponent's remaining vitality and spirit power, making faint sucking sounds in the silent alley. At this moment, a faint red light flickered in Tang San's eyes, and his entire aura suddenly became cold.
If anyone else were here at this moment, they would clearly see it. Streams of light were continuously flowing along the Eight Spider Lances towards Tang San's body.
Suddenly, several chaotic footsteps came from nearby, instantly alerting him. Several young Spirit Masters passed by the alley entrance. When they suddenly saw the horrifying scene before them, their faces instantly turned ashen.
"What is this? Look over there!" One of them even stumbled backward in fright, a gurgling sound escaping his throat.
Looking at the scene before him, the red light in Tang San's eyes intensified. He raised his palm and coldly shouted, "Since you've seen it, then all of you stay!"
The next second, over a dozen thick Blue Silver Grass vines suddenly whipped out, instantly wrapping around the necks of these Spirit Masters, then dragging them into the dark alley. Amidst the shrill screams, it could be clearly seen.
The bodies of these Spirit Masters were crushed into a pulp by the Blue Silver Grass, as if entangled by a giant python. Large amounts of blood Qi overflowed, gradually being absorbed by the powerful Blue Silver Grass, turning into layers of light that flowed towards Tang San's body.
Without Tang San using any Spirit Ability, his Blue Silver Grass had actually turned dark black.
"The Blue Silver Grass is actually devouring these people's blood? This… what's going on? When did my Blue Silver Grass gain this ability?" Looking at the bizarre scene before him, Tang San's face showed an expression of disbelief, and his voice trembled slightly.
At this point, he suddenly turned his head to look at the Eight Spider Lances still wriggling behind him, muttering in a low voice, "Could it be that when my Eight Spider Lances were devouring the Spirit Master's vitality and spirit power, some of the energy entered my Spirit, causing my Blue Silver Grass Spirit to undergo an Acquired mutation?"
At this moment, he noticed that faint dark black patterns were beginning to appear on the surface of the Blue Silver Grass. The originally gentle and vibrant vines now exuded a hint of evil aura.
A Chance Encounter
Meanwhile, the auction ended, and Tang Chen and Dugu Bo walked out of the auction house together. Since both were properties of the Tiandou Royal Family, the Heaven Dou Auction House and the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena were just across the street from each other.
At this moment, Dugu Bo's face was gloomy, as if someone owed him money. Seeing this, Tang Chen said somewhat speechlessly, "Old Poison, why the long face? Did someone borrow your rice and not return your bran?"
Dugu Bo retorted, "You had a comfortable day, but the problem is me! Prince Xue Xing will definitely curse me as an unrighteous person behind my back when he sees me with Xue Qinghe."
"Let him curse if he wants to. You can't hear him anyway," Tang Chen said, shrugging.
Hearing this, Dugu Bo was about to speak, but his nose suddenly twitched. His old eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Did you smell that? It seems like there's a smell of blood nearby?" As he spoke, his cloudy eyes suddenly sharpened, sweeping through the surrounding alleys like a venomous snake.
Slightly startled, Tang Chen's nose twitched lightly. After a moment, he also caught the faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood in the air. The scent was extremely faint; if his perception ability hadn't far surpassed ordinary people, he probably wouldn't have noticed it at all.
"There is, indeed, and the smell seems very fresh. And I can clearly feel that this bloody smell also carries a strange evil Qi!"