Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Chapter 113 Tang San's existential crisis

Shrek Academy's rudimentary Soul Fighting Area.

Actually, what's called the Soul Fighting Area is just a large open space.

As for Dai Mubai, who was acting as the guide, he stood in the center of the field with his arms crossed.

His gaze swept over Ning Rongrong, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing in front of him, lingering on the latter for a few more seconds before he said in a deep voice, "Your assessment this time is not simple. Originally, you could have easily passed the assessment, after all, you only needed to endure for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn in my hands."

But things are different now. You are going to face Master Zhao Wuji, whose martial spirit is the Mighty Vajra Bear.

That was a powerful beast spirit with extremely strong defense and offense, and it was already not far from becoming a top-tier spirit.

Now that he has broken through to the Soul Saint realm and possesses a Martial Soul True Body, his Martial Soul potential has been further enhanced. I can only say that he should absolutely not be underestimated.

Upon hearing this, Tang San was secretly alarmed.

I initially thought that the teacher was just an ordinary teacher because he seemed so carefree and unremarkable.

I never expected him to be a Soul Saint.

As for Xiao Wu, after learning that the strongest person in Shrek Academy was only a Soul Saint, the feeling of unease in her heart had disappeared.

At this moment, she quietly tiptoed and looked at Zhao Wuji in the distance. Her rabbit-ear-like hair swayed gently with the movement, and her eyes were full of eagerness.

It can only be said that the lifespan of the soul beasts in Douluo Continent is indeed heaven-defying, but increasing age does not mean that other aspects will also be sound.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have foolishly transformed into human form and come to the human world.

He claims it's for revenge, but over the years he hasn't shed a single drop of sweat for it; it's truly a shame.

As for Zhu Zhuqing, she was more direct.

With his hands on his waist, the lines outlined by his bodysuit were taut like a cheetah poised to pounce, and his dark eyes were filled with unwavering focus.

Zhu Zhuqing appears to be younger than Xiao Wu when she took human form, and compared to the 100,000-year-old Soft Bone Charming Rabbit, she is not even a fraction of that age.

But that thirst for power, that desire to break free from the control imposed upon them by other powerful forces.

Although he later fell to the bottom of the Shrek Seven Devils due to his own talent, and after realizing there was no hope of breaking free, he slowly succumbed.

But isn't this true for the vast majority of people in the world?

At the very least, Zhu Zhuqing in the original timeline, compared to the naive Xiao Wu, had tried her best. If Zhu Zhuqing had Xiao Wu's talent, perhaps she could have brought out the latter's advantages.

It wouldn't become a scabbard for a sword.

The husband went mad, the son was tortured, and the daughter's soul was split into three. The only solution was to die and be reincarnated in another world.

But it still relentlessly pursued them.

Compared to Xiao Wu in the original timeline, or even the current Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong is much luckier.

Compared to the original work, the addition of Yao-gege (Brother Yao) satisfied my soul, and filled me with even more vigorous energy and spirit.

At this moment, the phantom image of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could be faintly seen in Ning Rongrong's palm.

The soul ring embedded in its body caused the pupils of everyone present to shrink sharply.

This is----

Yellow, purple, purple!

How is that possible?

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, you are a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Wait, isn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda a support-type martial soul? How come its second spirit ring is a thousand years old? This—"

Dai Mubai's voice trembled slightly as he rubbed his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Standing not far away, Zhao Wuji looked at the few little bean sprouts, his originally rugged face now showing a hint of nonchalance.

But when his gaze fell upon the magnificent Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's palm and the martial spirit coiled around it, his body trembled slightly, and his large, bell-like eyes widened in shock: "Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, a second-ring, thousand-year-old soul ring—is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect really this monstrous now?"

Looking at Ning Rongrong now, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but recall the grand ceremony three years ago, when he caught a glimpse of that peerless figure.

Born from the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda and so young, she seemed to possess a dazzling radiance reminiscent of that figure.

Tang San also frowned slightly, his gaze towards Ning Rongrong filled with a hint of inquiry.

Because of our different focus, support-type Soul Masters have weaker enhancements to their physique from their Soul Rings.

Even among genius-level Soul Masters, there has never been a case of someone being able to absorb Soul Rings beyond their lifespan.

Often, even the most reckless and impulsive individuals will only end up dying from their bodies exploding.

However, Ning Rongrong, who possesses the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, known as the number one support-type weapon on the continent, is completely unharmed.

This is completely contrary to the theoretical knowledge of my teacher, Yu Xiaogang. What's going on?

Furthermore, he inadvertently used his Purple Demon Eye and saw that there was a faint starlight swirling around him.

According to records, I've never heard of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda possessing stellar attribute power.

this----

Xiao Wu, unaware that her third brother had thought so much, could only be shocked with her not-so-bright brain.

At the same time, looking at those two dazzling thousand-year soul rings, he felt a sense of sorrow, like the loss of his own kind before his transformation.

However, it's unclear whether Xiao Wu is simply not smart enough, or if too much time has passed, or if she has come to regard herself as human.

This emotion comes quickly and goes quickly.

Afterwards, Xiao Wu quickly recovered and went straight to Ning Rongrong's side, poking her arm: "Rongrong, you are younger than me, but not only is your soul power higher than mine, it's also so terrifying. How did you do that?"

Seeing the praise from this straightforward person and her friend Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong showed no shyness and said:

There's nothing I can do; she's just too talented.

That being said, although she is indeed talented, her innate level nine soul power only means that she is stronger than most people.

Compared to the top small group of people with innate full soul power, it's still a tiny bit lacking.

But since I have Brother Yao, and I'm cultivating with him, it seems like my cultivation speed has increased.

The power that shimmered like stars unconsciously seeped into him, strengthening his body.

She just doesn't understand, she's not stupid.

Ning Rongrong had long suspected that her brother Lin Yao had many secrets, but she didn't delve into it.

Anyway, as long as Brother Lin Yao protects me, that's fine.

In a shady spot under a tree, Tang Hao leaned against the trunk, the shadow of the edge of his straw hat obscuring most of his face.

My fingers tightened slightly, my mind churning:

When I absorbed the thousand-year soul ring for the third time, it was extremely difficult, while others were geniuses who were unparalleled on the continent.

But now, looking at these young people, especially since they are only support-type Soul Masters, they are able to withstand the backlash of a thousand-year Soul Ring?

Has the world changed so much during my years of decadence?

Not far away, Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his long silver hair blowing in the morning breeze. He looked at Ning Rongrong, who was calm in the arena, and a gratified smile appeared on his lips.

Two years ago, he and Gu Rong were still arguing about Rong Rong absorbing a thousand-year-old soul ring.

Seeing Ning Rongrong becoming more and more outstanding and confident, Chen Xin felt that his decision to agree with Rongrong's persistence was more and more correct.

It was no use; my old views had negated the child's desire to strive for improvement.

"Alright everyone, stop standing there, the assessment is about to begin."

Seeing Zhao Wuji giving him a meaningful look, Dai Mubai, who had just recovered from his shock, remembered the important matter at hand.

He took a deep breath, clapped his hands, and drew everyone's attention back to the assessment.

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong, Tang San, and the others stopped chatting and clearly defined their tactical roles.

Tang San was in charge of controlling Zhao Wuji, using Blue Silver Grass to restrict his movements.

Xiao Wu takes the lead and looks for opportunities to attack at close range.

Zhu Zhuqing, you flank from behind and use your speed to disrupt Zhao Wuji's rhythm.

As for Ning Rongrong, she planned to use her powerful support abilities, along with her powerful distraction control technique, to prioritize boosting Tang San and Xiao Wu's strength and boosting Zhu Qing's speed.

First, be a good support player.

"The assessment begins!"

After seeing that Ning Rongrong and the others had made arrangements, Zhao Wuji spoke.

Ning Rongrong, the support Soul Master, made the first move, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda reappeared in her palm.

The seven floors of the tower lit up in sequence, and the pale golden light split into three beams, which wrapped around Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing respectively.

This time, her fingers moved rapidly across the tower, three points faster than ordinary disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The skill of controlling distraction was already ingrained in his bones, coupled with the precision of soul power brought by Lin Yao's cultivation technique.

The three beams of amplifying light did not interfere with each other; instead, they overlapped with a faint golden halo around the three people.

That's the effect of the third soul skill, "Soul Power Amplification".

"Good, your concentration is very stable."

Sensing the improvements in Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing, Zhao Wuji nodded and praised them.

As expected of a top genius who has reached the Soul Master level at such a young age, even Oscar, who is born with full Soul Power, is far inferior in this respect.

At the same time, he secretly felt a pang of regret.

He shared the same thoughts as Dai Mubai.

Support-type Soul Masters serve the Battle Soul Masters, and due to the universally acknowledged flaw of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, they are limited to the Soul Saint level.

However, neither of them knew that Ning Rongrong possessed a divine item that could change the flaws in her martial soul at any time, and that Ning Fengzhi was already a Soul Douluo.

Otherwise, I wouldn't think that way.

Getting back to the main point, after seeing Ning Rongrong make her move, Zhao Wuji stomped his foot hard on the ground, and the ground instantly cracked open with spiderweb-like patterns.

Its massive body, as large as a small mountain, lunged at Ning Rongrong.

The consensus in Douluo Continent is that support-type Soul Masters should be dealt with first in battle, as they are the greatest threat in the fight.

Ning Rongrong remained calm and composed, suddenly unleashing a mysterious footwork that sent her body drifting backward like a willow catkin in the wind.

This is Lin Yao's improved "Nine Shadows Spiral" movement technique. Every step follows the trajectory of stars. It seems slow, but it just happens to avoid Zhao Wuji's palm strike.

She flipped her wrist, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda shone brightly again. This time, the golden light wrapped around her ankles, instantly increasing her speed several times over. She even managed to circle a beautiful arc within Zhao Wuji's encirclement.

"This is nothing like a support-type Soul Master."

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji was momentarily stunned, and a thought flashed through his mind.

However, Zhao Wuji was, after all, a veteran Soul Saint, and his mindset quickly changed.

With a change in his palm strike, the pale golden light of the "Vajra Palm" condensed in his palm and struck Ning Rongrong's back.

Just then, Tang San, who had been preparing in advance, raised his hand, and dozens of Blue Silver Grasses burst out of the ground, wrapping around Zhao Wuji's wrist like venomous snakes.

Using the pull of the Blue Silver Grass, Xiao Wu flipped in the air and kicked Zhao Wuji toward the back of the head with her leg, which was imbued with light pink soul power.

Zhu Zhuqing also moved at the same time.

The black figure moved like a ghost behind Zhao Wuji, its claw-like fingertips gathering purplish-black soul power, aiming at his lower back.

"Well done!"

Zhao Wuji was not afraid at all. He slammed out with his other hand, shattering the Blue Silver Grass.

At the same time, he leaned back to avoid the attacks from Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

But as soon as he regained his balance, he felt a tightness in his calf; it was Blue Silver Grass again.

This time, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass carried a faint trace of toxin.

Although it didn't cause any real damage to the Mighty Vajra Bear Martial Soul, it slowed down his movements by half a beat.

"The most annoying guys are those who play with poison, especially when they don't even know how to play."

Zhao Wuji cursed under his breath and lunged at Tang San, the "Great Vajra Palm" in his palm shining even brighter.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong immediately adjusted the direction of the amplification, and the golden light band instantly wrapped around Tang San's arm, making Tang San's movements a few seconds faster.

Stepping out of the "ghostly trail"

His body spun like a top, dodging the palm strike, while his fingertips flicked out several hair-thin dragon whisker needles, aiming straight for Zhao Wuji's eyes.

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly turned his head. The dragon whisker needles grazed his cheek and embedded themselves in the tree trunk behind him, leaving deep needle marks.

Seeing that Tang San was not holding back at all, Zhao Wuji was somewhat displeased.

His soul power surged suddenly, and the purple light of his fifth soul ring shone brightly: "Gravity Compression!"

An invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire training ground. Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing's bodies suddenly sank, and their movements became sluggish.

Tang San gritted his teeth and activated all his soul power. The Blue Silver Grass grew wildly, wrapping around the three of them in an attempt to counteract the effects of gravity.

Ning Rongrong then raised the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda above her head, where the starlight and golden light on the pagoda intertwined.

Master the art of distraction control.

The three beams of amplifying light grew even stronger, barely allowing the three to maintain their combat power.

"It's not over yet!"

Zhao Wuji stepped forward and slapped Tang San's chest with his palm.

Just then, Ning Rongrong suddenly moved. Her "Nine Shadows Spiral" movement technique accelerated abruptly, and a faint silver aura emanated from her body.

That's the advanced effect of the improved movement technique, which integrates movement, footwork, and internal energy.

His body traced a silver arc in the air, dodging Zhao Wuji's palm strike.

At the same time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone brightly again, this time amplifying Tang San's soul power recovery speed.

Tang San seized the opportunity, gathered soul power at his fingertips, and the Blue Silver Grass suddenly became as hard as steel, stabbing towards Zhao Wuji's crotch.

Zhao Wuji naturally wouldn't gamble, and was forced to retreat, which weakened the effect of the gravitational compression.

Just then, the incense at the edge suddenly burned out, and the wisps of smoke dissipated, signaling the end of the assessment.

"call------"

At this moment, Zhao Wuji felt a little regretful, but he quickly recovered and looked at the four people in front of him with a hint of appreciation on his rugged face.

"Good, you all passed the test. Especially you, little guy from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Zhao Wuji looked at Ning Rongrong with eyes full of amazement.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is indeed producing talented people. I have seen your kind of soul ring configuration that exceeds the age limit twice, and both times it was by people from your sect. The younger generation is truly formidable."

"So, Teacher Zhao, you were there back then, Yao-gege."

Hearing Zhao Wuji mention Lin Yao, Ning Rongrong's mood improved even more, and she directly addressed Zhao Wuji as "Teacher Zhao Wuji".

The two chatted for a while, leaving Tang San and his two companions completely bewildered.

Tang San and Xiao Wu stayed in their small town, while Zhu Zhuqing only thought about becoming stronger and paid little attention to or understood information from the outside world.

However, Tang San became increasingly curious about the name "Lin Yao".

Reaching the Soul Master level at the age of eight, with a Soul Ring configuration of purple and black, is that even possible for a human?!

Xiao Wu also moved closer to him and whispered, "Tang San, who exactly is this Lin Yao? He sounds really powerful."

Tang San shook his head, the Blue Silver Grass glowing again at his fingertips: "I don't know, but there will be opportunities to see it in the future."

As the sun set, Ning Rongrong and the others gradually dispersed, but Tang Hao remained standing under the shade of the tree, his eyes filled with complex emotions beneath his straw hat.

He recalled Zhao Wuji's attack on Tang San during the day, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

In fact, if Tang San were just an ordinary Blue Silver Grass Soul Master without the Clear Sky Hammer, he would not have received Tang Hao's attention at all.

In fact, given Tang San's experiences, without memories of his past life, he would probably have starved to death in Holy Soul Village at the age of four.

To be realistic, Tang Hao's concern for this adopted son was never fatherly love, but rather his interest in a "valuable tool".

After all, only Tang San, who possesses the Clear Sky Hammer, could possibly help him complete his revenge.

Therefore, one's own tools are not something that anyone can use to bully the weak.

Not far away, Chen Xin strolled along the forest path, and a smile appeared on his lips again as he recalled Ning Rongrong's performance earlier.

Although the assessment was a close call, it was a valuable experience for Rongrong.

He vaguely sensed a slight emotional fluctuation in Tang Hao, as if he was thinking of causing trouble for Zhao Wuji. He felt that this was making a mountain out of a molehill; it was just an assessment.

The next morning, on the Shrek Academy playground, Flander stood on a high platform, holding a whistle: "Ning Rongrong, Oscar, run twenty laps around the village, begin now!"

Oscar, with a pained expression, pulled a sausage from his soul tool, took a bite, and said, "Rongrong, do you want one too? It's really good for replenishing energy."

Ning Rongrong shook her head, turned around and stepped onto the track: "No need, I can manage on my own."

Her footwork remained steady.

The internal energy cultivation technique circulates slowly within the body, transforming soul power into physical strength, maintaining a constant speed.

Flander stood on the high platform, watching her back, feeling somewhat helpless, but at the same time, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

This girl not only has strong soul power, but also far surpasses her peers in every aspect. It's hard to get her to experience anything like her. Sect Leader Ning's money is not easy to earn.

On the way, Oscar was panting heavily after running only halfway to keep up with Ning Rongrong.

He looked at Ning Rongrong, who remained steady in front of him, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I'll just give up. The gap is too big."

Yesterday he specifically asked Flander that the rule of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is that support-type Soul Masters can only combine with battle Soul Masters.

Their own talent and ability are insufficient to break the rules.

Moreover, with a genius like Brother Yao, whom Ning Rongrong mentioned, ahead of him, his strength is simply not enough to catch Ning Rongrong's eye.

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from the academy gate, and a figure dressed in a white robe walked slowly towards it.

He looked to be about the same age as Tang San, and was surrounded by a faint starlight.

His gaze swept over the dilapidated academy gate, and a playful smile curled at the corner of his lips: "This is Shrek Academy during the first Dou Yi era? It's even more run-down than I imagined."

Dai Mubai happened to be coming out of the dormitory when he heard this and immediately frowned: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Lin Yao turned to look at him and roughly recognized his identity.

Sensing Dai Mubai's subtle hostility, a hint of interest flashed in Lin Yao's eyes: "Oh, what if I don't tell you? You have a problem with that?"

"First you slandered my academy, now it's obvious you're just looking for trouble. Let's have a fight and see how arrogant you are."

Dai Mubai's soul power suddenly erupted, the light of the White Tiger Martial Soul shone around him, and the pressure of a level 37 Soul Master enveloped Lin Yao.

Sensing that the latter remained unmoved, Dai Mubai's eyes flashed with seriousness. He then stomped his foot on the ground and pounced on Lin Yao like a tiger.

Without further probing, the fist, imbued with pale golden soul power, aimed straight for Lin Yao's chest.

Lin Yao remained calm and simply raised his right hand, tapping his fingertip on Dai Mubai's fist.

"Bang".

With a muffled thud, Dai Mubai felt a gentle yet irresistible force come from him.

His fist was blocked, and he took two steps back.

"Your strength doesn't seem to match your arrogance?"

Lin Yao shook his head, his tone tinged with disappointment.

Dai Mubai's expression darkened, and his soul power surged once again, the light of the White Tiger Protective Shield enveloping his entire body.

At the same time, the second soul skill, "White Tiger Blazing Light Wave," condensed in his mouth, and a pale golden light wave shot towards Lin Yao.

Lin Yao simply tapped lightly, a faint silver light emanating from his fingertip, precisely at the center of the light wave.

"Click".

The White Tiger's fierce light wave shattered like glass, dissipating into countless bursts of soul power.

Dai Mu understood that Lin Yao was very strong, but he still wanted to give it a shot.

The third soul skill, "White Tiger Vajra Transformation," shone brightly, and his body instantly expanded.

His muscles were bulging, and he was in peak condition, so he pounced on Lin Yao once again.

This time, Lin Yao finally moved. He took a step forward, dodging Dai Mubai's attack, and pointed out with his fingertips again.

This time, Dai Mubai felt a numbness in his chest, and his soul power instantly became stagnant.

The massive body crashed to the ground with a thud, even the martial spirit was shaken and unable to attach itself.

"Mu Bai!"

Just then, Tang San happened to pass by and saw this scene; his expression changed drastically.

Without a second thought, he raised his hand and shot out dozens of blue silver grasses, which then entangled Lin Yao.

Lin Yao turned to look at him, a knowing glint in his eyes: "Blue Silver Grass? Tang San, I guess."

Then, with a gentle wave of his hand, a flash of silver light appeared, and the Blue Silver Grass was instantly shattered, turning into a sky full of azure light.

Tang San was shocked and his blood surged. Looking at Lin Yao's nonchalant appearance, he suddenly began to doubt Yu Xiaogang's theory.

The teacher said that if Blue Silver Grass is properly combined, it can rival a powerful martial soul.

But in front of Lin Yao, his Blue Silver Grass was so vulnerable.

In an instant, Tang San had the urge to add a spirit ring to his Clear Sky Hammer; he hadn't lost yet.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing also had different expressions; they had never seen anyone of their age defeat Dai Mubai and Tang San so easily.

"Brother Lin Yao!"

Just then, a voice came from behind, and Ning Rongrong was running towards them, her face full of surprise.

"Why are you here?"

Lin Yao turned his head, his calm expression instantly softening into one of tenderness: "Rongrong, you little rascal, you always make Uncle Ning worry."

Ning Rongrong ran to his side and said coquettishly, "Ah, Brother Yao, I just—"

As the two chatted, Flander, who was in the distance, recalled the scene from before, and a look of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

This peerless genius is truly exceptional; his strength is even greater than I imagined.

He was a Soul Master three years ago, but now he gives me a feeling that he is unfathomable.

impossible.

After thinking about it, Flander shook his head again.

How old is Lin Yao in front of me?

As for Tang San, he stood there, clenching his fists, seemingly lost in thought.

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