Douluo V: Taking advantage of Xiao Wu's youthful innocence, I tricked her into becoming my wife

Tang San was originally carrying the Fourth Elder, darting around among the rocks.

To everyone's surprise, a voice came from behind: "Young man, please wait!"

His blood had turned completely cold!

Thinking they were pursuers, he desperately flung the dragon whisker needles backward.

Three waves fired in quick succession, at tricky angles, without even turning their heads.

However, those dragon whisker needles were easily blocked by soul power.

Ding ding ding ding—

It fell into the mud, without even touching the hem of its clothes.

Tang San tried to threaten the Fourth Elder, but found that the Fourth Elder had already died.

That's it for the calf!

Tang San was in despair and curled up.

"Don't kill me...don't kill me!"

"Please, don't hit my face!"

The expected killer move did not come.

He cautiously raised his head and saw the old man a few steps away.

His gray-white robe was faded from washing, the cuffs were patched with old cloth, and even his feet were covered in straw sandals.

He looked like an old farmer who had just climbed out of a mountain gully.

The old man bent down and picked up the scattered dragon whisker needles one by one.

He scooped it into his palm and then handed it back with a smile.

"Young man, don't be nervous. I'm not here to cause you any trouble."

Tang San stood there, stunned, and didn't dare to take the handful of needles.

"You...you're not from the Haotian Sect?"

"The Haotian Sect?" The old man shook his head and put the needle into Tang San's hand. "I am not one of them."

He patted the dirt off his hands, examined it carefully for a moment, and sighed.

"What a huge amount of resentment!"

Tang San's heart skipped a beat.

"He was full of hostility, his eyes were full of hatred, and his bones were filled with resentment."

"Young man, you've been bullied pretty badly, haven't you?"

Tang San choked up, his eyes welling up with tears.

Those words were like knives, piercing his wounds!

He swallowed hard. "Who exactly are you?"

The old man didn't rush to answer; he simply waved to him, signaling him to come closer.

"Who I am is not important; what is important is that I can help you."

Tang San stopped abruptly, wary. There's no such thing as a free lunch. "What's the price?"

"You are indeed cautious," the old man nodded with a smile, "You wish to become my disciple and join my sect."

"Just complete a few minor tasks assigned by the sect each month."

"It's just picking up a few things and getting rid of a few troubles; it's very easy."

Tang San was lost in thought.

He was very clear about his situation.

His Blue Silver Emperor bloodline was drained, and his soul power dropped to level 50, making him an enemy of the Haotian Sect.

He had nowhere to turn for help!

Although the old man in front of me is of unknown origin, he is at least strong enough.

When he made his move, even a Soul Saint would have to exert some effort to stop him.

The old man barely used his soul power, making the whole process seem effortless.

Becoming his disciple... doesn't seem like a bad deal?

Tang San gritted his teeth and knelt down with a thud.

"Disciple Tang Ritian greets Master!"

The meticulous Tang San used an alias.

His forehead hit the gravel, drawing blood.

"Tang Ritian, a good name," the old man said with a smile, helping him up. "Get up, get up."

He took out three yellowed animal hides and put them in his hand.

"Take these few skills and learn them first."

Tang San unfolded the animal skin and glanced at it, then turned pale with shock.

【Soul Search】

【黴咧洹�

【Dual Cultivation of Flower Picking】

This is clearly the work of an evil spirit master!

Soul searching, spells, flower picking...

If any of these were placed on the mainland, they would be universally condemned!

He suddenly looked up at the old man.

But they found that the other party was still smiling and making no attempt to hide anything.

"Master...this..."

"What, you dare not use it?" The old man was not bothered. "Whether it is evil magic or righteous magic, it never depends on the magic itself, but only on how the user uses it."

"If you use these things to deal with good people, that's naturally evil; but if you use them to deal with those who bully and humiliate you, wouldn't that be acting on behalf of Heaven?"

Tang San's breathing gradually became rapid.

He looked down at the animal skin scroll.

Images of Ye Hua's face, Tang Yuehua's ruthlessness, and the Haotian Sect's pursuit flashed through my mind...

Does he have a way out?

no!!!

He has been driven to the brink by this world!

If he doesn't seize the opportunity, he'll jump off a cliff again, just like in his previous life!

"Disciple understands," Tang San said decisively, "Disciple is willing to learn!"

Hmph, once I master the mold, I'll unleash my full power against Ye Hua!

I made him step in poop during the day, and see ghosts when he opened the door at night!

And then, halfway through, the sex toy breaks!

The old man nodded in satisfaction, "That's more like it."

"Master."

"Ok?"

"Is there a way to control corpses?"

The old man's eyes lit up, like a fisherman who had finally given up hope.

Wow, she adapted so quickly!

Our sect needs someone with your talent!

Otherwise, they would have been wiped out by the Spirit Hall!

“Here,” he tossed out the yellowed silk, “take it.”

Tang San felt as if he had found a priceless treasure and quickly accepted it.

To his regret, the corpse puppet he created only possessed 30% of its original strength.

It still needs to be continuously nourished with its own soul power!

But as long as the corpse obeys, that's enough!

A crazy plan took shape in Tang San's mind.

Ye Hua, didn't you try to stop me from joining the Haotian Sect? Were you afraid I'd get cultivation resources?

Very well, then I will create my own sect!

Our Tang Clan will flourish in this world!

"Thank you, Master! I will diligently cultivate and live up to your expectations!"

The old man nodded in approval, and then suddenly, without warning, reached out and grabbed Tang San's wrist.

Tang San shuddered and jerked his hand back, but he was a beat too late.

The cool air seeped into his skin along his wrist, leaving a faint mark on the inside of his wrist bone.

Black, plum blossom shaped, with five distinct petals, like ink marks pierced by a needle.

Tang San felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the mark.

“This is the sect’s emblem,” the old man said nonchalantly. “Don’t worry, you can suppress it with your soul power. You won’t be able to see it normally.”

"However... if the mission is not completed in a certain month, or if someone betrays the sect, then it's hard to say."

Tang San's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

Does that mean he's treated like a beast of burden by others?

How can you monopolize his future with just a few tricks?

When I become a god, you'll be the first one I kill!

"The disciple understands."

"A clever child."

The old man smiled and disappeared into the woods.

......

That night, in Tiandou City.

Ye Hua sat in the pavilion, fiddling with his hair.

"Transform into a clone?"

"Alright, let's give it a try!"

He casually tossed his hair out.

As the hair left his hand, a flash of golden light appeared.

It's like being kneaded and shaped by an invisible hand.

In less than three breaths, the slender figure solidified from the radiance and landed on the bluestone ground.

White robes and black hair, smiling eyes, they are practically cut from the same mold!

The only difference was that his eyes were lifeless, making him look like a puppet.

Its aura level is only 96.

"Level ninety-six," Ye Hua said with satisfaction, "That's enough!"