Chapter 109: King Tang San's Fury
"Alright, although we don't know what happened after we lost consciousness, it's good to be alive. Let's head back to the academy for now, and we'll come back for Tang San's soul ring once we've rested."
As soon as Tang San was mentioned, everyone came back to their senses, looking at him with complicated expressions. The scene where he abandoned everyone and ran away alone was still vivid in their minds.
Though they understood that it was a natural instinct, it still felt awkward when it happened right next to them.
Tang San also regained his senses.
"Was all of that... a dream?"
He stared at his hands in disbelief, struggling to calm down. All the effort in the dream had turned into a mirage, something he couldn't accept.
Unaware of the situation, Zhao Wuji didn't understand why everyone looked so strange. He turned to Tang San and said:
"Tang San, you can come back for your soul ring next time, right?"
Zhao Wuji's words instantly woke Tang San from his thoughts, causing him to momentarily forget the events of the dream.
"I'm fine, Teacher Zhao."
Just as he spoke, he suddenly felt that something was off with his soul power, as though something strange had appeared in his body. He felt a surge of power all over him.
Curiously, he summoned his Blue Silver Grass. Four soul rings appeared on his martial soul: Yellow, Yellow, Yellow, Yellow.
Zhao Wuji stared at Tang San's Blue Silver Grass in disbelief, his eyes nearly popping out.
"What is this? Didn't you just reach level 30? How do you have four soul rings?"
Dai Mubai and the others looked on in astonishment.
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, who roughly understood what was happening, almost couldn't manage their expressions. They pinched their thighs and recalled every sad moment of their lives, forcing themselves to hold back laughter.
The Fatty, having regained his senses, collapsed to the ground laughing and clutching his stomach, pointing at Tang San's Blue Silver Grass.
"Hahahaha! I knew it! You were running so fast earlier because you were rushing to get your soul ring."
The Fatty's words made Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong stop in their tracks, and they both burst into laughter, quickly covering their mouths and silently reminding themselves.
"We are trained professionals. We must not laugh."
"But I can't help it! Ning Bei is so bad."
Dai Mubai and the others also looked at Tang San with a playful glint in their eyes. "You ran so fast, and now you've got your comeuppance!"
Tang San's eyes fixed on the four soul rings on his Blue Silver Grass, gradually turning purple as the Purple Extreme Demon Eyes uncontrollably unleashed. His body was trembling.
"What... what is going on?"
His cold voice was filled with biting anger, making the Shrek group involuntarily take a step back.
The Fatty, seeing the situation worsening, quickly stopped laughing, his face now sincere as he looked at Tang San.
"Tang San, hey, don't panic, you're a Soul Sovereign now, right? We... uh?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Tang San shot him an icy glare, silencing him.
Ma Hongjun awkwardly chuckled and turned his head, not daring to look at him again.
The Fatty's words had made him realize that two 100-year soul rings were not enough to elevate his just-achieved Soul Sovereign level to the Soul Master level.
Quickly, he controlled his mental power and sensed his Haotian Hammer martial soul.
Upon sensing it, Tang San nearly spat blood. He felt that four soul rings had also appeared on his Haotian Hammer.
Even if they were the best combination, it was still unacceptable. Nine black soul rings were his minimum expectation, not to mention four of them were all 100-year rings.
"Who did this? Who did this?!"
Staring with a demonic expression, Tang San's chilling voice made Zhao Wuji speechless. If two useless soul rings appeared on his martial soul, he wouldn't even dare to think about it.
Dai Mubai, completely forgetting to reprimand Tang San for running away earlier, now looked at him with sympathy.
"Sigh, let's go. This place is too dangerous."
Finally, it was Zhao Wuji who spoke up first, calling everyone to head out of the forest.
Tang San, with a dazed look on his face, slowly walked behind everyone, as though he had lost all hope. He had once planned to show his father the power of his twin martial souls.
Now, suddenly going from being the respected Tang Sect Master to a complete joke, he couldn't accept it.
A day later, the group finally returned to Soto City.
Ning Bei, who had been silently following behind, nodded slightly as he saw the group enter Soto City.
He then summoned Da Ming from the Pill Tower.
Da Ming looked at Ning Bei with confusion.
"Is something wrong?"
"I need to leave for a while. You take care of Rongrong and Xiao Wu. If there's no danger, you don't need to reveal yourself."
Da Ming understood and nodded, patting his chest.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of Xiao Wu and Rongrong. Leave it to me."
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
After giving Da Ming some instructions, Ning Bei quietly left Soto City, heading toward Notting City.
After all, there was still a 100,000-year-old soul bone waiting for him!
The Shrek group returned to the academy, each with different thoughts. Waiting for them was Flander's face, which looked like a shoehorn.
"What happened, Old Zhao? How did things turn out like this?"
Looking at Zhao Wuji, who was weak from releasing his Martial Soul True Body, Flander asked in confusion.
Zhao Wuji sighed and waved his hand.
"Don't mention it. We encountered a 100,000-year-old Earth Tyrannosaurus."
"What? Earth Tyrannosaurus? 100,000 years? How did you survive?"
At this point, Zhao Wuji also felt puzzled. He should have been knocked out, and the Earth Tyrannosaurus should have been devouring him. How did it escape?
"I don't know. I was knocked out, and after that, everything's a blur."
Flander pondered for a moment, still unsure about what had happened. After a long thought, he patted Zhao Wuji's shoulder.
"Anyway, it's good that you're back."
He then looked at Tang San in the group.
"Tang San, come with me. Your teacher is here."
Hearing this, Tang San's eyes finally lit up, and he followed Flander closely to the cottage.
"Teacher!"
The familiar, expressionless face of the Master filled Tang San's vision, and tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly rushed to his teacher's side.
"Hmm, you haven't been slacking off in soul power cultivation, right? Try to break through to level 30 soon, so you can maximize your advantages."
The Master's words caused Tang San's expression to freeze, a lump of bitterness stuck in his throat that he couldn't get out.
"Teacher... I've already reached level 45."
"Hmm, not bad. Just half a month apart and you've reached three..."
The Master's words were interrupted, his face showing slight surprise, wondering if he had misheard.
"What did you say? What level?"
Tang San's fists clenched slightly, his face full of anger.
"Level 45."
(END CHAPTER)
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