I'm picking up fragments in Douluo Continent

Chapter 283 Tang San: The Three-Year Term Has Arrived

Inside the castle in the city of slaughter.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air.

Dugu Yan sat cross-legged on the cultivation platform, her soul power surging like a tide.

Six black and two red spirit rings slowly rotated around her, radiating a suffocating pressure.

Above her head, a dazzling sphere of light was gradually turning from gold to blood red, a sign that the divinely bestowed soul ring was about to take shape.

"Yanyan, concentrate."

Lu Feng stood to the side, the Asura Sword stuck in the ground, the blood-red patterns on the sword glowing slightly.

He stared intently at the changes in the sphere of light, ready to lend a helping hand at any moment.

Dugu Yan kept her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, dripping down her chin onto her green bodysuit.

Over the past three years, Lu Feng has thoroughly figured out the rules of the Killing City and turned it into his own base.

The divine trials for Dugu Yan and Zhu Zhuqing were initiated by him using the authority of the King of Slaughter.

Fertilizer does not flow into outsiders' fields.

I imagine the God of Asura wouldn't mind having two more exceptionally talented successors.

"ah--!"

Suddenly, Dugu Yan let out a long cry.

The ball of light suddenly contracted, transforming into a beam of red light that entered her brow.

In an instant, the ninth blood-red soul ring bloomed beneath her feet. A powerful surge of soul energy swept through the entire hall, causing even the ground to tremble slightly.

"Success!"

Dugu Yan opened her eyes, her emerald green pupils gleaming with excitement.

She leaped up and threw herself into Lu Feng's arms, wrapping her long legs around his waist.

"Lu Feng, I did it! I'm a Title Douluo now!"

Lu Feng caught her steadily, feeling the warmth of her delicate body in his arms. He chuckled and pinched Dugu Yan's nose: "Finally succeeded, one step ahead of Zhu Qing."

Dugu Yan raised her chin triumphantly, her red lips slightly pouting: "Of course, but wait, what do you mean?"

She suddenly realized what he meant and punched Lu Feng on the shoulder in annoyance. "Are you trying to say that I have an age advantage?"

"I didn't say that."

Lu Feng dodged her fist with a mischievous grin, "But someone absorbed two immortal herbs back then, which is quite an advantage."

"I do not care!"

Dugu Yan hugged his neck and rubbed her face against the crook of his neck.

"Yes, yes, my Yanyan is the best." Lu Feng affectionately ruffled her hair and whispered in her ear.

As their heads drew closer and their breaths mingled, Dugu Yan tilted her head back and parted her red lips slightly.

Without hesitation, Lu Feng lowered his head and kissed her passionately and tenderly.

"It seems I came at the wrong time."

A cold, clear voice suddenly came from the palace gate.

Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the door with her arms crossed, her cat ears twitching unhappily.

Today she was wearing a black leather suit that perfectly accentuated her beautiful figure.

Lu Feng turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing, a playful smile playing on his lips: "No, you've come at just the right time."

Zhu Zhuqing gave a soft hum and approached with elegant cat-like steps.

Her gaze swept over Dugu Yan, carrying a hint of defiance: "Level 92? Congratulations."

Dugu Yan jumped down from Lu Feng's arms and said smugly, "Thank you~ But someone has to work harder, or they'll be left behind by me."

"you!"

Zhu Zhuqing was so angry she almost exploded, but she quickly calmed down and sneered, "Don't forget, I'm six years younger than you."

Seeing that the two were about to bicker again, Lu Feng quickly smoothed things over: "Alright, alright, you're both excellent."

He put his arm around one of them and embraced the two beauties.

"Yanyan has just broken through and needs to consolidate her cultivation. Zhuqing, how is your soul power cultivation going?"

Zhu Zhuqing pouted, but still obediently answered, "I've already hit the bottleneck, and I should be able to break through level 90 in another month."

"very good."

Lu Feng nodded in satisfaction, "Once you all reach the Title Douluo level, we can begin the final plan."

Dugu Yan looked up curiously: "What plan?"

Lu Feng smiled mysteriously: "Of course, I'll take you all to ascend to the God Realm together."

"And what about Grandpa?"

Suddenly remembering something, Dugu Yan frowned and asked, "Is he still in the Sunset Forest, guarding those worthless herbs?"

Lu Feng shrugged helplessly: "The old man absolutely refuses to come, saying his herb garden can't be left unattended."

He pinched Dugu Yan's cheek. "But don't worry, a god can take one relative with them to ascend to heaven. Just give them a sinecure then."

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly interjected, "Then my home..."

"rest assured."

Lu Feng interrupted her, "I've already made arrangements at home. Your sister will be coming to the City of Slaughter soon, and we'll take the Divine Trial together. Then the Star Luo Empire will be given to her."

The three exchanged a smile, and a warm atmosphere spread throughout the hall.

The blood moon hung silently outside the window, adding a soft glow to the eerie castle. Lu Feng felt the warmth in his arms, his heart filled with contentment.

Over the past three years, his strength has reached the peak of level ninety-nine, and he can inherit the position of the Asura God at any time.

But he kept waiting, waiting for the little rabbit to go and scout ahead first.

"correct."

Dugu Yan suddenly remembered something, and winked slyly, "What did someone mean when they said 'they arrived at the perfect time'?"

Zhu Zhuqing's face flushed instantly, and her cat ears twitched nervously.

Lu Feng grinned mischievously and pulled the two closer, saying, "Well, we can discuss that later."

Inside the Poseidon Temple.

Light streamed through the glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the dark floor.

Tang San's legs were deeply embedded in the ground, and the fabric at his knees was already torn, revealing his bloody and mangled skin.

His hands gripped the shaft of the trident of Poseidon tightly, his palms raw and bleeding, blood slowly flowing down the golden shaft.

"what--"

Tang San let out a heart-wrenching roar. His muscles were taut to the limit, and the veins bulged under his skin like writhing dragons.

The next moment, the golden trident mark on his forehead burst forth with dazzling light.

The trident of Poseidon trembled slightly, emitting a deep hum, as if responding to the call of its successor.

"Third Brother! Give it your all!"

Ma Hongjun stood to the side, his chubby face full of tension.

His hands clenched unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms. "It'll be out soon!"

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Tang San's mouth, but the determination in his eyes remained undiminished.

For three years, he has endured trials that are unimaginable to ordinary people on this Poseidon Island.

Every assessment felt like a brush with death, but it was these trials that honed his skills to the point of rapid improvement.

"Get up!"

With a deafening roar, the Trident of Poseidon was finally slowly pulled out.

In an instant, a dazzling golden light burst forth from the tip of the halberd, illuminating the entire Temple of Poseidon.

The pearls inlaid on the walls reflected a rainbow of colors. The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling swayed violently, making a crisp clanging sound.

Tang San staggered back a few steps, almost falling over.

The trident of Poseidon exuded a sacred aura in his hands. The trident was over two zhang long, and strange water ripples flowed on its three sharp blades.

He felt as if his soul had formed some kind of wondrous connection with this divine artifact.

"The seventh test of the Sea God: Pull out the divine weapon, passed."

A majestic voice echoed in Tang San's mind, "Reward: Sea God Affinity increased by 10%, Total Affinity 80%."

Ma Hongjun rushed forward excitedly and supported the swaying Tang San: "Third Brother! You succeeded! You're not really going to become the Sea God, are you? This divine artifact... is it a weapon used by gods?"

Tang San nodded weakly, but a confident smile appeared on his lips.

With a thought, another longsword radiating a chilling killing intent appeared in his left hand.

Asura Sword.

The blood-red sword was covered with strange patterns, which contrasted sharply with the golden trident of Poseidon.

"What is this?" Ma Hongjun's eyes widened; he had never seen this sword before.

"The Asura Sword." Tang San's voice was weak, but full of pride.

“It was left to me by my great-grandfather. It represents the inheritance of another divine position.”

Ma Hongjun gasped, his chubby face filled with shock: "Double godhood? Third Brother, this is too abnormal!"

Tang San chuckled and put the two divine artifacts back into his body.

He came outside the main hall and looked towards the island.

Three years ago, he came to this island covered in wounds, but now he has been completely transformed, and even his severed arm has been healed by divine power.

A titled Douluo at the age of twenty-five!
Looking at the entire history of Douluo Continent, there is no one like him before or after!
"Fatty, we should go back."

Tang San's voice suddenly became firm, "There are still many things on the continent waiting for us to deal with."

Ma Hongjun scratched his head: "But Third Brother, aren't you still missing a spirit ring?"

A glint of light flashed in Tang San's eyes: "I've already planned for my ninth spirit ring."

He looked out the window at the sea, his gaze seemingly piercing through the endless waves to see the distant continent.

"There, the most suitable soul beast for me is waiting."

"What kind of soul beast is it?" Ma Hongjun asked curiously as he moved closer.

Tang San didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Do you remember the giant ape we encountered in the Star Dou Great Forest?"

Ma Hongjun was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized: "You mean the Titan Ape?"

“That’s right.” A cold glint flashed in Tang San’s eyes. “A 100,000-year-old strength-type soul beast. Its soul ring and soul bone will be my best ninth soul ring.”

Ma Hongjun suddenly shuddered. He had never seen Tang San show such an expression before.

"Let's go." Tang San turned and walked down the mountain.

The sea breeze carries a salty, damp scent.

Tang San took a deep breath and stepped forward.

After three years of training, in Douluo Continent, I, Tang San, am back!
(End of this chapter)