After throwing the Snow Swan Kiss into the Blood Pool of Slaughter City, Tang Hao, suppressing his internal injuries, rushed back to Saint Spirit Village.
At the waterfall in the mountain range behind Saint Spirit Village, looking at the seemingly unchanged environment, Tang Hao's heart inexplicably panicked. His eyelids twitched frantically.
Tang Hao's mind was in disarray. He raised his hand, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared. He flew to the front of the waterfall and swung it upwards.
With the roaring sound of water, the entire waterfall rolled back, revealing the opened passage behind it. He flashed inside and arrived in the stone chamber.
"Ah Yin!!!"
A few breaths later, an angry roar came from the cave. A dark shadow flashed, and Tang Hao appeared outside the cave, his breathing becoming rapid and heavy.
His eyes were bloodshot, his face crimson, and he panted like an ox. The anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, uncontrollable.
"Who? Who exactly is it???"
"Netherworld Douluo, I want you dead!!!"
"Ah—"
An incredibly furious roar echoed throughout the entire mountain range. He raised the Clear Sky Hammer, its body instantly enlarging, and smashed it down towards the stone wall in front of him. The might of a Level 95 Super Douluo was unleashed without reservation at this moment.
"Boom!"
The stone wall in front, along with the incredibly solid rock of half the waterfall mountain, was instantly shattered to pieces. Rocks flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.
The entire waterfall was completely destroyed by this single blow, losing its original appearance. Countless shattered rocks rolled madly downwards, and the cave that had hidden Ah Yin instantly turned into ruins.
"Pfft!" Tang Hao, already injured from his battle with the Slaughter King, suffered such a blow at this moment. He was immediately overcome with anxiety, which triggered his internal injuries, and he spat out a mouthful of crimson blood.
At this moment, Tang Hao's body was a mess, all sorts of injuries seemed to be on the verge of erupting simultaneously.
At the critical moment, threads of life force from the ninth spirit ring on the Clear Sky Hammer surged into Tang Hao's body, slowly stabilizing his injuries. As this power disappeared, that crimson hundred-thousand-year spirit ring seemed to have lost something, becoming somewhat dim.
Tang Hao didn't notice this scene. Feeling his internal condition, he cried out in pain: "Ah Yin, it's all my fault, Ah Yin, it's all my fault for not protecting you."
"Little San..."
"And Little San, that bastard Netherworld Douluo knows Little San's whereabouts, no..."
"Little San, you can't be in trouble..."
As he cried, Tang Hao suddenly remembered something. He abruptly looked up and anxiously flew towards Shrek Academy.
He had already lost Ah Yin. Tang San was his hope for returning to the Sect and avenging himself; he couldn't let anything happen to him... The continent was in turmoil, and Shrek itself was not peaceful.
On this day, the Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, whom Flender had been eagerly anticipating, finally arrived at Shrek Academy.
Standing and looking at the Shrek Academy plaque, thinking of his excellent disciple, as well as Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, the equally gifted students Flender had mentioned, Yu Xiaogang, full of vigor, said, "Starting from here, I, Yu Xiaogang, will definitely prove my excellent theories to the world."
In the dean's office, Flender was counting the gold coins in his hand when he suddenly sensed a familiar aura. His eyebrows showed joy, and he quickly walked out of the dean's office, laughing heartily: "Hahahaha, Xiaogang, you're finally here."
Yu Xiaogang adopted a stern, humorless demeanor, his hands clasped behind his back, and spoke proudly: "Flender, long time no see. You should know I've taken on a new disciple."
Flender knew Yu Xiaogang's pride and was not displeased. After all, they were partners who could unleash a Martial Soul Fusion Technique, and their bond was strong.
"Xiaogang, this isn't the place to talk. Come sit in my dean's office."
Entering the dean's office, Flender personally poured him a cup of tea and patiently explained the recent troubles at the Academy.
Yu Xiaogang picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and said, "These children are all exceptionally talented. Leave them to me from now on. I will train them into an excellent team."
Flender did not refuse upon hearing this and immediately laughed heartily: "Then I'll leave them to you. Teaching students is your strong suit!"
"Speaking of which, it's fate. Two other geniuses enrolled with Little San. Now there are seven students in the Academy, enough to form a team."
"Oh~, I wonder what their Spirits and cultivation are like?" Yu Xiaogang immediately became interested upon hearing this, wanting to understand their situations first so he could plan to cultivate Tang San into the team leader.
"A few days ago, two people in the Academy broke through to Level 30. Zhao Wuji took them to hunt for spirit rings, and they should be back soon."
"Little San broke through to Level 30?" Yu Xiaogang was slightly stunned upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes, and then he pressed further.
"Tang San hasn't broken through, but the new student Ning Rongrong and the older student Oscar have. One has the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Spirit, and the other has the Sausage Spirit." Flender shook his head and said.
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Hearing that Tang San hadn't broken through to Level 30, the joy in Yu Xiaogang's eyes faded, and he immediately stood up, asking in disbelief.
"How could a mere support system Spirit Master cultivate faster than Little San? He is..." Yu Xiaogang's composure was somewhat shattered, and his voice grew a bit louder. Fortunately, he ultimately did not reveal Tang San's twin spirits.
Tang San was his most outstanding creation! In his heart, Tang San was a peerless prodigy who could rival Bibi Dong, an existence that would shock the world upon his debut. How could he encounter a genius stronger than him before even making his mark?
Flender was somewhat puzzled and said hesitantly, "Xiaogang, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is one of the Upper Three Sects. The resources they can mobilize are much greater than ours. I heard they purchased many elixirs from the Sun Moon Empire to aid cultivation. It's quite normal for Rongrong's cultivation speed to surpass that of an ordinary support system Spirit Master, isn't it?"
"Elixirs?" Yu Xiaogang froze for a moment, then a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in his eyes. He reprimanded, "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is truly regressing. How can they rely on external forces for cultivation? This method of consuming potential is simply putting the cart before the horse."
"Xiaogang, the Primordial Cultivation Pills from the Sun Moon Empire strengthen the foundation and cleanse the meridians. A Level 20 Spirit Master who takes one can unconditionally advance one level of cultivation, and it can even raise a common Spirit Master's innate spirit power by one level, worth ten thousand gold coins.
They are not elixirs that increase cultivation at the expense of a Spirit Master's potential.
They might be extremely precious to us, but for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, which is rich enough to rival an Empire, Ning Rongrong can probably eat them like meals. Her cultivation speed cannot be judged by ordinary standards." Flender said with shining eyes.
"Increase innate spirit power!!!" Yu Xiaogang, who had just been full of reprimand, immediately shouted excitedly, his eyes filled with a light called hope.
"Xiaogang, we don't have money." Flender seemed to know what Yu Xiaogang was thinking, but recalling his own empty pockets, he could only say with a bitter expression.