Douro Continent

Chapter 343 Another Soul Bone (Part 2)

He was not physically injured, but his mental and internal energy were greatly depleted, which led to his coma. After a period of sleep, he has recovered somewhat.

Only then did Tang San realize that he was holding a soft, small hand in his left hand—it belonged to Xiao Wu. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her upper body resting against him, fast asleep. He could vaguely see that her eyes were still red, her delicate face was somewhat pale, her long scorpion braid hung over the edge of the bed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly on her eyelids. Clearly, she wasn't sleeping soundly.

Looking at her delicate face, her long, black hair, and her furrowed brows that hadn't fully recovered from the fear, Tang San felt an overwhelming surge of pity.

I gently got out of bed, then gently picked her up as if she were a piece of gauze, and placed her on my bed, just so she could sleep more comfortably.

Whether it was because Tang San's movements were too gentle or Xiao Wu was too tired, she did not wake up. In her subconscious sleep, she wrapped her arms around his neck and refused to let go.

Everything happened naturally. He gently pulled her into his arms, tucked her in, and without using cultivation to restore his inner strength, he simply fell asleep with her, enveloped in tenderness. There was not a trace of lust, only boundless affection.

Her brows relaxed without her realizing it, and his heart was soothed by the tenderness in his arms. An unprecedented peace and warmth quietly blossomed on this simple bed.

In the early morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the window, Xiao Wu stirred slightly in Tang San's arms. Perhaps it was a tacit understanding, but the two opened their eyes almost simultaneously and then quickly closed them again.

A deep blush spread across her face. Embarrassed, he tried to quietly loosen his grip, but she pulled him back into her arms.

Neither of them spoke, nor did they utter a single word; only their heartbeats quickened in this strange atmosphere.

Footsteps approached, and the two separated quickly like startled birds. Ignoring their embarrassment, Tang San jumped off the bed and put on his outer clothes.

"Xiao Wu, is the mistress feeling any better?" A knock sounded at the door; it was Oscar.

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu, who had already gotten up from the bed. The blush on her face was impossible to hide. The two looked at each other, and Xiao Wu pointed to herself, then to the door, then to Tang San, and finally to the bed.

The unspoken understanding allowed Tang San to lie back down on the bed. Xiao Wu took a deep breath to calm her racing heart before opening the door.

Looking at Xiao Wu, whose blush was just fading, Oscar asked with some confusion, "How's the mistress?"

Xiao Wu said, "He hasn't woken up yet, but his breathing has become much more even, so he should be fine."

Oscar gave her a meaningful look and chuckled, "That's good, that's good. Let him rest a little longer. I'm going to have breakfast now. Want to come along? Oh, by the way, the master said that after the mistress wakes up, she should go directly to him."

Xiao Wu quickly nodded. At this moment, she couldn't wait for Oscar to leave so that she could calm down.

After Xiao Wu closed the door, Tang San sat up from the bed again. The two looked at each other, and Xiao Wu lowered her head in a panic. Tang San walked to her side, patted her head, and said, "I'm fine now. I'm going to find the teacher."

It wasn't until Tang San left the room that Xiao Wu's emotions gradually calmed down. Holding her face in her hands, she realized that things she hadn't been able to see clearly were becoming increasingly clear in her mind. A special light and a bit of determination shone in her beautiful eyes, along with a slight smile.

He took one last look at the bed he had slept in the night before quickly walking out.

"Teacher, I'm here." When Tang San arrived at the master's room, the door was open.

A sumptuous breakfast was laid out on the master's desk.

The master smiled slightly and said, "Eat something first. We'll talk after you've eaten."

Tang San didn't stand on ceremony. He hadn't eaten anything the night before, and he always had a big appetite, so he immediately sat down and began to eat heartily. During this time, the Grandmaster didn't ask any questions, but simply pondered something quietly.

Only after Tang San had finished the breakfast on the table did the master look at him meaningfully and say, "Was someone ambushed you yesterday? Tell me in detail what happened."

Tang San had no reason to hide anything from the master. He immediately nodded and said, "It's Shi Nian from Canghui Academy."

The master's expression suddenly changed, his pupils contracted slightly, "You mean the remnants of a bygone era?"

Tang San nodded. "Yes." As he spoke, he walked to the door and closed it. There were some things that couldn't be seen by outsiders.

The master's face was grim, his brows furrowed. "He was so kind as to let you go? Shi Nian is known for his ruthlessness, and with his unique martial soul, he's incredibly difficult to deal with, whether attacking or escaping. Classified as a heteromorphic control-type soul master, he's very hard to handle."

"He's dead. I killed him," Tang San stated directly.

The master looked up at Tang San in astonishment, "You killed him?"

Tang San nodded. "This is what happened..." He then recounted in detail what had happened after he left the Heaven Dou Arena yesterday.

He didn't even hide the secret of the King of Hell's decree. If you were to ask who he trusted most in this world, it might not be his father, Tang Hao, but definitely the master.

For Tang San, Grandmaster gave him far more than Tang Hao did. His father gave him familial affection, while his Grandmaster gave him both familial affection and respect.

As he listened to Tang San's story, the master's expression became strange. When he heard Tang San mention the seven-colored soul bone he had obtained from Shi Nian, he almost cried out in surprise and suddenly stood up from his seat.

He looked at Tang San with extreme excitement, his body even trembling slightly.

"Take it out and let me see it. Quickly," the master said somewhat impatiently.

Tang San took the seven-colored soul bone out of his Ruyi Hundred Treasures Pouch and placed it in the master's hand.

The master held the soul bone, his heart pounding. Although he had spent his entire life studying martial souls, this was the first time he had ever seen a soul bone so clearly.

Even back in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan, he had never been so close to any soul bone.

For Soul Masters, Soul Bones are like a second life; no one would easily reveal their Soul Bones. They are extremely secretive about possessing Soul Bones, even Title Douluos.

No one would carry a soul bone with them at all times. Anyone who obtains such a rare treasure will immediately integrate it into their body to enhance their strength.

The master stared intently at the piece of soul bone, unable to contain himself for a long time.

"Little San, you've really grown up." With a soft sigh, the master carefully handed the soul bone back to Tang San, signaling him to quickly retrieve his Ruyi Hundred Treasures Pouch.

After carefully putting away the soul bone, Tang San looked at Grandmaster with some confusion, not understanding why his teacher would say such a thing.

The master sighed softly, "Upon seeing the soul bone, you still remembered my instructions and didn't absorb it directly. This proves that your character far surpasses that of ordinary people. Now I can finally rest assured that you will graduate after this competition."

Tang San's eyes showed a hint of longing. "No, teacher, I want to continue learning from you."

The master chuckled and said, "You've already learned almost everything I could teach you. What you need to do now is continuously turn my theoretical knowledge into reality. This is exactly what I hope to see. Little San, remember, no matter what, practical combat is the most important thing. If it weren't for your rich practical experience, you'd probably be a corpse by now. I never imagined that your amazing eye skills could actually break through Shi Nian's Martial Soul Remnant Dream and that highly poisonous hidden weapon. I think you should also realize how lucky you were in yesterday's battle; you were just a hair's breadth away from becoming a corpse."

Tang San knew, of course, that if Shi Nian hadn't been so cunning as to insist on using his abnormal soul skill, and had only relied on his soul power to force his way in, Tang San would probably already be dead. Moreover, Shi Nian still possessed a soul bone.

The master's expression suddenly turned serious. "Don't tell anyone about this. Not even the Shrek Seven Devils or Flander. Canmeng Shinian is missing, but that has nothing to do with you. The same goes for this soul bone; don't let anyone know about it. As the saying goes, 'Possessing a treasure is a crime,' and I absolutely do not want you to bring about your own death because of it. Do you understand?"

Tang San nodded, but he couldn't help asking, "Teacher, what exactly is the purpose of this soul bone?"

The master pondered for a moment and said, "Judging from your observation of the surface and the aura emanating from the soul bone, it was absolutely the right decision not to absorb it. It's simply not suitable for you. This soul bone should belong to the gem category, best suited for support-type and illusion-type soul masters, making it a good match for Shi Nian. But you are different; you don't belong to that type of soul master. Even if you used this soul bone, you would only gain a useless skill. The added attributes wouldn't be very good either. Of course, it's still better than nothing."

(End of this chapter)