"Tang San, are you stupid!"
Yu Xiaogang said to Tang San with a pained expression.
"I know you're a bit impatient for quick success, but you can't be this impatient!
Do you know this isn't a six-hundred-year spirit ring, it's a nine-hundred-year spirit ring!"
"I, I know..." "
Slap!"
Before Tang San could finish speaking, Yu Xiaogang slapped him hard across the face again.
Yu Xiaogang's anger erupted at this moment, his voice almost roaring:
"You know that and you still insist on absorbing it!
My spirit theory clearly states that the absorption limit for the first spirit ring is four hundred and twenty-three years!
Did you even read my theory properly?!"
Yu Xiaogang's spirit theory was the culmination of his life's work, the crystallization of his profound understanding and research into the world of spirit masters.
He had repeatedly emphasized to Tang San the importance of diligently studying his theory, after all, his spirit theory was absolutely correct!
Tang San was the one he used to prove his spirit theory; if anything happened to Tang San, there would be no one to prove it.
If a theory couldn't be verified through practice, all his efforts would be in vain.
Therefore, no matter what, Yu Xiaogang would not allow Tang San to absorb a nine-hundred-year spirit ring.
Having been slapped twice by the Grandmaster, Tang San was now enraged. For tens of thousands of years!
Since becoming a God King, no one had dared to speak loudly to him, let alone be slapped twice in a row.
A hint of killing intent involuntarily flashed in Tang San's eyes.
If the person before him wasn't his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, Tang San would probably have already shot him to death, leaving no chance of survival.
Yu Xiaogang seemed to sense Tang San's killing intent as well: "Little San, what, what are you doing?"
Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled slightly, clearly startled by Tang San's murderous gaze.
Tang San didn't answer, but simply shifted his gaze from Yu Xiaogang and resolutely turned to walk towards the Bloodthorn.
He was determined to have this soul beast.
However, just as Tang San took a few steps, Yu Xiaogang suddenly pounced on him, hugging him tightly from behind and stopping him from moving forward.
"Little San, you absolutely cannot absorb a nine-hundred-year-old soul beast! Your current body simply can't handle it!"
Yu Xiaogang was extremely agitated, even sobbing uncontrollably, tears and snot soaking Tang San's shoulder.
"Let go of me!"
Tang San's voice was filled with anger and resentment.
Tang San looked at his only decent school uniform, now a mess of tears and snot from Yu Xiaogang, and his anger flared.
He wondered why he hadn't realized Yu Xiaogang was such an idiot in his past life.
"I won't let go, Xiao San, I'm doing this for your own good!"
Yu Xiaogang clung tightly to Tang San, refusing to let go, his voice trembling with tears.
"If anything happens to you, what will your teacher do!
Can't you listen to your teacher?!"
"Shut the hell up!"
Tang San, enraged, slapped Yu Xiaogang across the neck, and the latter collapsed to the ground.
Only after seeing the unconscious Yu Xiaogang did Tang San finally snap out of his rage.
"Strange, why are my emotions fluctuating so much?
Logically speaking, I shouldn't be unable to control my emotions.
Never mind, I should deal with this Ghost Vine first."
However, looking at the Bloodthorn before him, Tang San was indeed in a dilemma.
After all, he had promised Xiao Wu that he would only hunt evil soul beasts.
Although the Bloodthorn was ugly, it hadn't done anything evil yet.
If he killed the Ghost Vine, wouldn't he be breaking his vow?
After careful consideration, Tang San gradually formed a plan.
He quickly darted into the nearby bushes and, after searching, found a fluffy, snow-white rabbit in his hand.
The little rabbit looked very cute, with red eyes and ears standing up high, appearing somewhat panicked.
Without hesitation, Tang San quickly threw the rabbit towards the Bloodthorn not far away.
As the rabbit ran over in a panic, the Bloodthorn's vines quickly stretched out, like flexible tentacles, tightly binding the poor little rabbit.
Seeing Bloodthorn attack the little rabbit, Tang San immediately jumped out of the bushes and righteously rebuked, "You audacious Bloodthorn, how dare you bully other soul beasts here!
This behavior is utterly outrageous!
You deserve to die!" As soon as he
finished speaking, a finely crafted Zhuge Crossbow appeared in Tang San's hand.
In this life, due to Tang San's possession of the Divine King's consciousness, he had become even more powerful and had successfully created the Zhuge Crossbow, ranked fifth among Tang Sect's hidden weapons.
The Zhuge Crossbow, capable of instantly killing a Soul Master, was Tang San's strong backing for daring to challenge a 900-year-old Soul Beast.
Tang San swiftly drew back the bowstring, and bursts of cold light shot towards the roots of the Bloodthorn.
Like meteors, these flashes accurately struck the roots, causing countless red sap droplets to explode, instantly corroding the ground and sending up plumes of white smoke.
The roots of the Bloodthorn contained many deadly poisons, which, upon contact with air, rapidly evaporated, forming a highly toxic gas.
This gas was extremely dangerous for both humans and Soul Beasts.
However, these poisons were insignificant to Tang San; after all, when it came to playing with poison, Tang San was the master.
The Bloodthorn instantly noticed Tang San's attack, and vines continuously coiled around him.
However, facing these attacks, Tang San merely sneered, completely disregarding the Bloodthorn's assault.
"Even the water in the ditch dares to rival the sun and moon! It's your honor that I, Tang San, want your spirit ring, but you dare to resist—that's treason! You deserve to die!"
With that, Tang San's figure transformed into a phantom, using the Tang Sect's ultimate technique, Ghost Shadow Illusion.
Then, thick strands of Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the ground, tightly binding all of Bloodthorn's vines like pythons.
"It's time to end this!"
Tang San said, the Clear Sky Hammer appearing in his left hand, slamming it down on Bloodthorn.
Bloodthorn, already on the verge of death from Tang San's attack, was now struck again, sending it to its demise.
A spirit ring radiating a deep yellow light instantly appeared on Bloodthorn's body.
Looking at the spirit ring before him, Tang San was filled with indescribable joy.
He quickly sat cross-legged beside Bloodthorn and began guiding the yellow spirit ring into his own body.
Time passed quietly as Tang San focused intently on absorbing the spirit ring's energy.
In less than an hour, he had actually completed the absorption of the spirit ring.
The process was even smoother than he had imagined; he could even feel the surge of spirit power within his body.
Because the first spirit ring had directly absorbed 900 years' worth of spirit power, Tang San's spirit power level jumped directly to level fifteen! This was a full two levels higher than his previous life.
At this exciting moment, Yu Xiaogang, who had been coaxed to sleep by Tang San, slowly woke up.
Yu Xiaogang, who had just gotten up, wanted to continue giving Tang San a stern scolding, but before he could even speak, the yellow spirit ring floating beneath Tang San's feet and the corpse of Bloodthorn came into his view.
"Little San, you, you succeeded?
You actually successfully absorbed a nine-hundred-year-old spirit beast!"