April, Sunset Forest.
"Let's first return to Heaven Dou City to see Aunt." Tang San gazed into the depths of the forest, brows furrowed.
He had stayed in Sunset Forest for over half a year, his soul power rising by 3 levels, already close to breaking through to rank 56.
However, he still had not ventured into the so-called poison miasma zone, lingering only in the territory of 10,000 year soul beasts. With his current strength, battling a 10,000 year soul beast was already difficult, let alone venturing further.
And yet so much time had already passed.
He felt it was time to head back to Heaven Dou City, check on the situation, and meet with his aunt to understand the current state of the outside world, so he could plan his next move.
With that in mind, he turned and began heading for the forest outskirts.
Days later, near midnight, a black shadow slipped through the walls of the Moon Pavilion.
In the days he had been there, Tang San had already scouted out the layout. Whenever arriving at a new place, the first thing he did was investigate terrain and defenses to prepare for emergencies—this was the basic skill of any Tang Sect disciple.
Before long, he bypassed the alerts and reached Tang Yuehua's private courtyard, knocking lightly on the window.
Tang Yuehua, awakened from her sleep, quickly drew the curtains aside.
"Xiao San." Her eyes lit up, and she hurried to open the door.
"Xiao San, you should remain in the Moon Pavilion to continue my instruction." After they sat down, Tang Yuehua spoke softly. "Although the current situation is not favorable for us, there is no proof against us. The royal family and Dugu Bo should not take any action against the Moon Pavilion.
"Now that there are fewer students, I have more time to guide you.
"Xiao San, before you grow strong, you must learn patience. Do not act rashly."
"Your nephew understands." Tang San thought for a moment, then nodded. His cultivation had risen rapidly; taking some time to consolidate was indeed wise.
Besides, without passing his aunt's requirements, he could not obtain the map.
Unless… he took them when she was unaware.
That thought suddenly emerged.
With his current skill, Tang Yuehua would not be able to stop him.
He had seen her store the map into her storage soul tool ring with his own eyes.
And so, Tang San remained in the Moon Pavilion.
A few nights later, he slipped Tang Yuehua a sleeping drug, ensuring she was in deep sleep, then unlocked her door with Tang Sect techniques.
He successfully retrieved the map.
"Slaughter City!" His brows furrowed as he read the mark. Just from the name, he could tell it was no good place. Those inside would certainly not be good people either.
His eyes flickered.
Then he shook his head.
'Aunt said Father only emerged from there at age 28. She said it was extremely dangerous—clearly not a lie. With my current strength as a Soul King, I would not be able to pass. I must at least reach rank 60 and obtain my sixth soul ring before attempting it.'
After committing the map's location to memory, he returned it to the ring and slipped out silently.
Days later, inside his room—
"Too slow." Feeling the sluggish growth of his cultivation, Tang San frowned. Before, he could rise a level in 2 months of steady training. Now it would take at least 4.
This was unacceptable.
Then he froze.
"Have I grown dependent?"
He clenched his teeth, inhaled deeply, forcing his mind calm.
"If only the Strength Clan were not destroyed. Then I could forge more hidden weapons in my spare time, useful when I go to the Slaughter City to train…"
'And those hidden weapons I sold to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—by now, Yang Yunhai must have them in his hands.'
Thinking this, a nameless fury surged within.
"Yang Yunhai, for my father's death, only by grinding your bones to dust can I ease this hatred in my heart!"
…
Another night passed, and he continued his daily music practice.
Time flew.
By May, out at sea, Yang Yunhai suddenly spotted dark shadows rising from the horizon.
"Land!" His eyes brightened.
After drifting for nearly 2 months, no one could long more for land than he.
Ghost Douluo smiled faintly too—the life at sea had been grueling.
Without hesitation, Yang Yunhai infused soul power into the Dragon Abyss Vessel, accelerating toward shore.
Soon, they could see hot air balloons drifting above, and rows of stone buildings reinforced with strange metals on land, smoke rising into the sky.
Inside the bay, countless sailboats and strange ships were docked. Birds wheeled overhead.
"This is… a port city." Yang Yunhai was surprised.
As they drew nearer, surrounding ships gathered, and countless eyes turned toward them.
"My god, that vessel is a soul tool!? So exquisite—what master crafted it?"
"Don't you think that blond youth looks… familiar?"
"Wow, so handsome!" Women on deck blushed, eyes shining.
Yang Yunhai's face darkened.
He was a married man.
Soon, the Dragon Abyss Vessel docked. Yang Yunhai strode ashore, Ghost Douluo following.
With its soul power withdrawn, the vessel shrank, and Ghost Douluo casually caught it into his hand before storing it away.
Onlookers were stunned.
'Is that soul tool technology really so advanced?' To them, it was like watching a Rolls-Royce pull into port.
And why was everyone staring at him?
"May I ask… are you Master Yang?" A middle-aged man in uniform stepped forward, hand on chest, politely inquiring.
"???" Yang Yunhai's heart jumped, but he kept calm. "I am Zhuang Zhou, not Master Yang."
He remembered in later generations Shrek had a figure called Elder Zhuang, with a Life Tree martial soul. It was the perfect alias.
"My apologies, I mistook you." The man smiled awkwardly and stepped back.
Anyone who could carry such a precious vessel—and with a Titled Douluo by his side—was clearly not someone he dared provoke.
"It's fine." Yang Yunhai nodded lightly and moved on.
Climbing a set of stairs, he entered a large square. At its center stood a marble statue more than ten meters tall.
"???" Yang Yunhai stopped in his tracks.
Now he understood why everyone had stared.
The statue was the spitting image of him.
If it had been painted, it would have been a waxwork double.
He squinted at the base, where a golden plaque read in bold characters:
"Yang Yunhai, founder of the Cloud Sea Cultivation Method, pioneer of the theory of absorbing soul rings beyond limit, the theory of martial soul classification, the theory of daily application of martial souls, and compiler of the Continental Physical Training Manual. This statue is erected to honor his achievements."
'And why isn't there a statue of Grandpa Dugu? If he finds out, he'll be angry…' Yang Yunhai sighed inwardly.
He never expected Ming Hongchen to build him a statue. If he'd known, he would have worn a mask!
"Uncle, let's first find a place to stay." Glancing at the gathering crowd, he turned.
"Good." Ghost Douluo, also noticing the stares, kept it short.
They hurried away.
Stopping at a shop, Yang Yunhai bought a mask to wear, finally escaping the gawking eyes.
He also purchased a continental map. With soul tool technology advancing, flying devices had made exploration much easier, and now detailed maps could be bought in ordinary shops.
Though dangerous soul beast areas and cities were only roughly marked, it was still useful. Detailed military maps, after all, could not be sold publicly.
Next, they entered a pawnshop, selling off some items for the continent's common currency.
In this seaside city, many gold seekers and overseas adventurers gathered, along with thieves. Such men always needed places to offload their spoils—hence the pawnshops.
Wherever profit could be made, business would follow.
As a transmigrator, Yang Yunhai knew this well.
Not long after, they checked into a hotel.
(End of Chapter)
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