Douluo Continent: This Tang San is different

Chapter 273 The Transmigrator Appears Again!

Before leaving the White Cloud Forest, Tang San used his first soul skill, Endless Recovery, and then his sixth soul skill, Twelve Celestial Nebulae. With his immense life energy, he restored the entire White Cloud Forest to its original state, and the soul beasts that had run away because of the withering of the cloud leaves returned to the forest.

During a previous test of his soul skills, he had used the Twelve Celestial Nebula once, which revitalized the forest. Now, combined with his first soul skill, the phenomenon of the Blue Silver Emperor lifting up the Twelve Celestial Nebula is even more magnificent, reaching a height of a thousand meters and covering an area of ​​nearly a thousand miles.

Under the influence of the powerful life force, many cloud trees have grown along the edge of the entire white cloud forest... The area of ​​the entire forest has expanded by nearly 30%.

"Daddy is amazing!" The Cloud Tree Spirit sat on Tang San's head, clapping its little hands as it felt its Cloud Tree people "resurrected" and even more vibrant than before, clapping its little hands happily.

"Don't call me 'Dad' anymore, call me Valley Master. Although you're not from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, you're similar to Wu Lin and Wu Tong—both are plant-based spirit beasts." Tang San left a Blue Silver Emperor spirit in the spot where the cloud tree originally grew, then held the cloud tree spirit in his palm. "I'll name you Lingyun. What do you think?"

"Thank you, Daddy, oh no, Valley Master. It's a very nice name, I like it very much." Lingyun landed on Tang San's shoulder from above his head, kissed Tang San's cheek, and said playfully, "This is a reward for Daddy."

After saying that, she, along with Wu Lin and Wu Tong, crawled into Tang San's right hand, leaving Huo Wu behind, who was looking at Tang San with eyes that said "scum."

"Ahem, spirit beasts are rather simple-minded," Tang San explained, but his voice grew softer and softer until he finally changed the subject: "Come on, let's rest in Baiyun City for the night, and then set off tomorrow for the far south of Douluo Continent to help you hunt for spirit rings."

Upon arriving in Baiyun City, the residents were discussing the Twelve Heavens Phenomena they had witnessed. Some were filled with anxiety, so Tang San had no choice but to go to the local Spirit Hall first, explain the situation, and state that it was a phenomenon that occurred after he obtained his spirit ring. He then instructed the branch hall master to lead people to reassure the people of the city.

However, Tang San did not stay in the house prepared for him by the local Spirit Hall branch, but instead found a hotel.

Firstly, he didn't want to trouble the local temple lord to spend money on him; secondly, Huo Wu felt that the hotel should be larger and have a view of the street from the windows.

For various reasons, the two ultimately chose a hotel.

"Welcome to Baiyun Hotel."

As soon as they entered the hotel, the staff behind the counter gave them a perfunctory smile, bowed slightly, and asked, "Would you like to book a room?"

"Two rooms, close to the street," Tang San said, taking out two silver soul coins.

"Okay, please..." The staff member was about to take notes when she saw Huo Wu next to Tang San winking at her repeatedly. She immediately understood what was going on—a woman pursuing a man... This man wearing a mask has such beautiful eyes. He must be very handsome if he takes off his mask. But judging from his appearance, he seems a bit slow-witted.

"Just a moment." After casually glancing through the logbook, the staff member looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, gentlemen, we only have one room left that faces the street."

Tang San glanced at Huo Wu, who had naturally turned to the side and was looking around at the hall's decor, and asked, "How about we go to another place?"

"No, this is fine. I'm already exhausted." Huo Wu yawned. "And a bird pooped on my shoulder earlier, it stinks. I need to take a shower and change my clothes right away."

"But there's only one room..."

"Please rest assured, guests, every room in our Baiyun Hotel has a large bed that can comfortably sleep four large men. It's more than enough for two people to rest." The staff member smiled slightly, helping Huo Wu out—I'm such a kind person for helping others achieve their goals.

Tang San glanced at her speechlessly, about to say something, when Huo Wu spoke first: "You're a gentleman, you shouldn't cross the line, right?"

"You overestimate me, and besides, I now seriously suspect that you're lusting after me." Tang San tightened his clothes, his eyes full of vigilance.

"Do you think you're funny?" Huo Wu asked the waiter, feigning disdain. "This is the only room I have. I trust this guy's integrity."

"Wait, isn't this my room?"

Just as the staff took out the key, a slightly arrogant voice came from behind Tang San and Huo Wu.

Tang San turned around and saw a young man who looked about his age embracing a curvaceous, black-haired woman with a wicked smile on his lips.

[This plot...it feels kind of familiar.]

"Young Master Feng!" The waiter was startled, then said, "I'm sorry, Young Master Feng, you've misunderstood. Your room has been reserved. These two just want a room with a window facing the street."

The young man known as "Young Master Feng" was taken aback. The woman in his arms laughed, which further provoked him, and he said angrily, "Then I'll take all the rooms here!"

"And another thing, you little chick, you look pretty good. Why don't you take off your mask and let me have a look?" Young Master Feng's gaze fell on Huo Wu, sizing up her figure. He chuckled and said, "I am the eldest son of the Feng family in White Cloud City. I have plenty of money, and I'm also a level 36 Great Soul Master. Want to come with me? The guy next to you probably hasn't even grown his first hair yet, has he? Hehe!"

"Excuse me, gentlemen, please find somewhere else." The waiter looked apologetic, then quietly explained to Tang San and Xiao Wu, "Although it's true that first come, first served, Young Master Feng was born into the Feng family, which is a Soul Master family. There's a Soul King in the family, and we ordinary people can't afford to offend them. Please find somewhere else to stay."

"I heard you." Feng Shao grinned, pointing at Tang San. "You can leave, but the woman beside you stays."

"What if I say no?" Tang San doesn't go looking for trouble, but if someone provokes him, he won't just laugh it off. After all, even a mosquito buzzing in your ear is annoying.

"Oh ho, you dare to challenge me? You're the first one." Young Master Feng sneered, releasing the woman in his arms. He took two steps forward, his martial spirit manifesting, a pair of blue wings sprouting from his arms and a red fleshy crest growing from his head. He was a top-grade soul beast: the Blue Feather Chicken!

The term "top-grade" does not refer to the Blue Feather Chicken being a variant similar to the Titan Ape. Rather, it refers to the fact that this spirit beast is one of the few poultry that can be raised by ordinary people. Its meat is delicious and nutritious, and it has an extremely strong reproductive capacity, with one Blue Feather Chicken laying nearly fifty eggs a month.

However, according to the author of the book "Secret Talks on Bird Soul Beasts" published by the Spirit Hall, the Blue Feather Chicken is actually a Phoenix breed, but its bloodline has degenerated.

Feng Shao was surrounded by three spirit rings: yellow, yellow, and purple. His first spirit ring was extremely pale yellow, indicating that it had just broken through a hundred years ago.

"Now, kneel down and apologize to me, or don't even think about leaving here unscathed."

"Does the Spirit Hall know how arrogant you are?" Tang San's tone was slightly serious as he looked directly at the other person. "Fighting is not allowed in the city."

"Rules are rules, but people are flexible. Besides, our Feng family is the largest family here, and even the Spirit Hall has to give us face." Young Master Feng chuckled coldly. "Now, you only have two choices: either kneel down and crawl between my legs, or get beaten up by me. The choice is yours. And I don't want to say it a third time."

boom!

In an instant, Feng Shao was pressed to the ground by an invisible aura, his bones cracking as if they were about to break.

Tang San took off his mask, revealing six spirit rings: yellow, purple, black, red, and red. The last two bloodless spirit rings, in particular, startled everyone present except Huo Wu.

"You are..." Feng Shao's pupils shrank sharply as he stared at Tang San in horror, unable to believe it.

"Have you learned to speak properly now?" Tang San's tone was calm, devoid of any emotion, but it was precisely this calmness that made Feng Shao's face turn as white as paper, devoid of any color.

This person is someone you really can't afford to offend!

With the strength of a Soul King, he could contend with the Pope of the Spirit Hall. Now he has become a Soul Emperor, and his sixth Soul Ring is even at the 100,000-year level. His strength must be even greater!

With such a status and such power, even if he were killed in the street, no one would say anything bad about him, since his reputation in Baiyun City wasn't very good to begin with.

And what about the other side?

With such strength, no one dares to say anything negative about them.

He has many identities: a master of spirit theory, whose theories have benefited the vast majority of commoner spirit masters on the continent; a holy son of the Spirit Hall, whose local Spirit Hall naturally sides with him; and the Silver Blue Earl, who was personally bestowed a title by Emperor Xue Ye, and whose colleague the city lord of White Cloud City would definitely help him.

With just a word from the person in front of them, the city lord of Baiyun City and the Spirit Hall would unite to take down the entire Feng family, in order to punish the Feng family for disrespecting Earl Tiandou and offending the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

"Please spare me!"

Sensing the pressure on his body dissipate, Feng Shao, ignoring the churning in his internal organs, hurriedly kowtowed and apologized, "You are so magnanimous, please treat me like a fart and let me go."

"No, I am a villain," Tang San said calmly.

boom!

Huo Wu kicked him, sending him flying to the hotel entrance, and sneered, "You dare talk to me like that? Do you think I'll let you off so easily?"

"You are truly the first person to make the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall crawl between your legs."

Ignoring the bruises on his lip, Feng Shao hurriedly crawled over and continued kowtowing, the thuds echoing throughout the hall: "Please forgive me!"

At this moment, Tang San had already put away his spirit ring and said, "Alright, you have to follow the rules from now on, understand? I don't think you understand the principle of first come, first served, right?"

"I understand! I understand!" Young Master Feng hurriedly kowtowed, feeling relieved. He thought to himself: Thank goodness, this person is quite easygoing. If it were someone else, the Feng family would be finished!

"That kind of guy is despicable. If you ask me, we should just break his arms and legs." Huo Wu, however, was relentless, wishing she could kill him on the spot. "He almost ruined my plans, how could I..."

"What good news?" Tang San asked.

"Ahem, it's nothing." Huo Wu immediately changed the subject, then snapped at Feng Shao, "What are you still kneeling here for? You're in the way, get out!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Young Master Feng immediately pulled his female companion, who was completely absorbed in watching Tang San, away, afraid of offending the two of them...

"You're Mr. Tang!" The waiter's eyes sparkled as he hurriedly pulled a notebook and a quill pen from under the counter. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, he stammered, "Could...could you...sign...my autograph?"

"Okay." Tang San smiled naturally, took the notebook and quill pen, wrote his name on the snow-white cover with flowing strokes, and then handed it back. "Let's make a deal. Don't tell anyone that Huo Wu and I are here. After all, we're here to hunt soul beasts."

"Please rest assured, unless law enforcement is investigating, we will not disclose any information about our guests to anyone else." The staff member took the notebook and pen, looking serious, then took out a soul-guided camera and asked in a low voice, "May I take a picture with you two?"

"No problem." Huo Wu readily agreed, pulling Tang San along to have a photo taken with the staff member.

"Are there really no other empty rooms here?"

After taking the group photo, Tang San asked calmly.

"this······"

"No more, right?" Huo Wu pinched her shoulder, her tone questioning with a hint of threat, which startled her into realizing that the photo hadn't been taken for nothing. She immediately nodded: "Holy Son, there really are no vacant rooms. Although Young Master Feng left, he didn't cancel his reservation."

"Alright, one room it is then." Tang San decided to sleep on the sofa...

···

"That was close, I almost died."

After running out of the Baiyun Hotel with his female companion, Feng Shao ignored the strange looks from passersby on the street. He rubbed the wound on his forehead, grimaced, but looked relieved, and said to his female companion, "You go back first, I'll find you next time."

"Young Master Feng..."

Before his female companion could finish speaking her words of concern, Feng Shao ran towards his family's direction.

"Brother, what happened to you?" At the gate of the Feng family mansion, a young man who bore a striking resemblance to Feng Shao approached, a hint of doubt in his eyes. "Did you harass a respectable woman and get beaten up? Strange, who would dare offend the Feng family?"

"They're outsiders! And two Soul Emperors at that!" Feng Shao rubbed his forehead. "Hiss—let me tell you, those two are incredibly powerful. They're members of the previous Heaven Dou Royal Team, Tang San and Huo Wu!"

"It's them!"

The young man's eyes darkened as he recalled what happened three years ago—

At that time, Blood Sword Norman was causing trouble outside White Cloud City. He wanted to ask his father to send someone to accompany the city lord and the Spirit Hall to wipe out the evil spirit masters.

However, the head of the Feng family, who was also his father, did not agree and told him:

A family is centered around direct descendants with the same martial spirit. Even large sects and families care a lot about their direct descendants, let alone small families like theirs.

Every member of the family has a precious life!

Simple financial support is sufficient! Protecting the city and its people is the responsibility of the city lord and the Spirit Hall master, not the concern of these small families!

Finally, Blood Sword Norman was besieged by the city lord of White Cloud City and the branch hall master of the Spirit Hall in White Cloud Plain and White Cloud Forest. Later, news spread that Blood Sword Norman had a soul bone. After that, Blood Sword Norman and other evil soul masters became one of the famous achievements of the three main battle teams of Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Star Luo Royal Academy and Spirit Hall Academy.

However, there was one thing that puzzled him at the time: why did Tang San and the others join the Heaven Dou Royal Academy?

There's also Fire Dance, Light Feather...

At that moment, he had only one thought: the plot of Douluo Continent had gone awry; Tang San might be a transmigrator like himself; he even equated Tang San, who had written the "Soul Master Self-Positioning Analysis" theory, with the protagonist of Douluo Continent I...

The subsequent Soul Master Competition confirmed his guess.

Tang San was indeed a transmigrator, and there were quite a few transmigrators who appeared in that continental elite competition. Among those he discovered were Mu Tian from Shrek Academy, Xu Xing from Star Crown Academy, Wang Chen from the Tian Dou Second Team, Mi Xue from Tianshui Academy, and Huo Yuhao, who may or may not have come from a parallel universe.

Not only is the Douluo Continent incredibly realistic, but there are also so many transmigrators, and Huo Yuhao was even killed by Tang San with a single punch on the field!

And it was Huo Yuhao who had transformed into the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion!

From that moment on, he began to hide even more "deeply"—Douluo was too dangerous, with threats not only from the natives but also from other transmigrators, so he had to lie low!

"Brother Feng Ming, what's wrong? You look rather gloomy!" Seeing his face as dark as charcoal, Young Master Feng assumed he was about to cause trouble for Tang San and Huo Wu, and hurriedly advised, "Don't be impulsive, or our Feng family will be finished! If we really offend them, even if our entire clan is wiped out, no one will care about us!"

"I know, big brother!" Feng Ming was naturally not stupid enough to go and court death in front of Tang San. After all, this was not a mindless novel. The other party was a transmigrator like him, not the half-native Tang San. He had already gained power and was now the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. If he went up to him, the other party might kill him in public for no reason, but nothing would happen—both the Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire would side with Tang San and clear his name.

Public opinion has always been dominated by those in power.

However, it's really frustrating to be in this situation where I can't vent my anger, even though the one who's clearly in the wrong is... it seems like it really is his good older brother: Feng Lie.

Feng Ming understood his older brother's personality; he was exactly the same as Dai Mubai, full of cunning and had already been involved with countless women by the age of twelve.

However, Dai Mubai at least has some strength, while Feng Lie... is completely a bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong. When he encounters a slightly stronger Soul Master, he will surrender without saying a word.

"Speaking of which, I was beaten by Huo Wu and actually survived. Can I brag about that for the rest of my life?" Feng Lie suddenly touched the shoe print on the corner of his mouth and asked Feng Ming.

[Also has a slightly goofy vibe...]

Feng Ming looked speechless and said, "You can certainly brag about that for a lifetime, but you should really focus on your training. In this world, strength is king!"

"Of course I know that, but as you know, my martial soul is just a Blue Feathered Chicken, my innate soul power isn't high, and I'm only a Soul Master right now... By the way, where have you been cultivating diligently these past two years?"

(End of this chapter)