Douro Continent

Chapter 369 A Sudden Understanding (Part 1)

Dugu Bo was taken aback by the sudden gleam in Tang San's eyes. "Little monster, are you running a fever? Didn't you understand what I just said? Those soul bones are not something you can covet."

Tang San remained silent, believing that seeing is believing. He raised his right hand, and a faint blue light surged from his palm. Under his precise control, a tiny Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his palm, merely in the form of a blade of grass, looking no different from wild Blue Silver Grass. The appearance of his Martial Soul also caused his Soul Rings to naturally emerge from his body.

Four spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and black—quietly emerged. The yellow ring shone brightly, the purple ring exuded nobility, and the black ring was as deep as an abyss, filled with a captivating charm.

"You..." Dugu Bo suddenly stood up, his gaze towards Tang San changing rapidly. A sharp aura suddenly burst forth from his body, pressing towards Tang San from all sides.

Under external pressure, Tang San's four spirit rings shone brightly, but the Blue Silver Grass in his palm continued to sway gently.

"No, this is impossible." Dugu Bo rubbed his eyes hard, shook his head, and stared intently at the black spirit ring on Tang San's body.

Tang San smiled slightly and said, "Have you forgotten? My greatest skill is turning the impossible into the possible. Now, do you think I have a chance to fight against the Spirit Hall?"

Dugu Bo took a deep breath, slowly suppressing his surprise, and said something that Tang San didn't expect, "Give up on this competition. At your age, you still have a chance to participate in the next competition. By then, no one should be able to beat your team."

"Why give up?" Tang San's eyes widened.

Dugu Bo said in a deep voice, "If your strength were still what it was before, or if your fourth spirit ring were only at the thousand-year level, I wouldn't be worried about you. But it's different now. Your fourth spirit ring has reached the ten-thousand-year level, which will bring you endless trouble. Do you think the Spirit Hall won't notice you? If you were the Spirit Hall, what would you do if you encountered such a genius? There are only two possibilities: subdue him or destroy him. If I'm not mistaken, your information is already on the desk of at least one Platinum Bishop. The Spirit Hall won't attack you behind your back; they can easily use this competition to have you eliminated openly on the stage. The competition rules are nothing more than a game that the Spirit Hall can play with."

Tang San smiled wryly and said, "So, you're saying you don't have high hopes for me?"

Dugu Bo gave him a deep look. "There are three people in the Spirit Hall known as the Golden Generation. I don't know the specifics, nor do I know what their spirits and spirit skills are. But I can tell you one thing: among these three, the lowest spirit power is level 51, and the other two are level 52. They are all only twenty-three or twenty-four years old. When they broke through level 50 and obtained their fifth spirit ring, they were personally awarded the Spirit Hall Purple Record Medal by the Pope, setting a record for the Spirit Hall. And the others who formed this team with them all have a spirit power level of forty-five. That's all I know."

Although Tang San had always known about the power of the Spirit Hall, it was only at this moment that he truly understood just how terrifying the Spirit Hall was.

Level 50, or rather, three level 50s... and the rest are all level 45 or higher. What does this mean?

Although Tang San was full of confidence, what he saw at that moment was indeed an insurmountable gap. The opponent's lowest level was higher than his own highest level. Could he really defeat such an opponent?

Seeing Tang San's stunned expression, Dugu Bo sighed and said, "At your age, your current level is even more terrifying than theirs, not to mention you have an external soul bone. Don't think too much, there will be plenty of opportunities. As long as you don't take the wrong path, you will surpass them one day."

Tang San suddenly smiled, perhaps because he had resolved his inner conflict under Dugu Bo's guidance, and at this moment, he felt incredibly clear-headed.

"Old monster, didn't you just say that confidence is crucial for a Soul Master? If I really avoid this battle, the blow to my confidence will be unimaginable. So what if we lose? Even if we can't beat them, can't we at least protect ourselves? Only by fighting with all our might can we know the difference between the two sides. I will not give up."

Looking at Tang San, something unconsciously flickered in Dugu Bo's eyes. "Fine, I can't be bothered with you. Whatever. I'm leaving now. I've come all this way and haven't eaten yet. Going to find something to eat."

After saying that, a flash of green light appeared, and Dugu Bo's tall figure had disappeared.

A warmth spread through his heart. Dugu Bo had just returned and the first thing he did was check on him, not because of the few Soul-Chasing Gallbladders, but because of his concern for him. From initial intense wariness to now being completely unguarded.

Although the two were several times different in age, Tang San felt the same kind of affection from Dugu Bo as he did from Grandmaster Dugu Bo, and even more so the friendship between them. This must be what it means to have a friendship that transcends age.

After Dugu Bo left, the first thing Tang San did was not to cultivate or think, but to sleep.

Two days and two nights without sleep had already exhausted him. Without enough rest, how could he begin to test his ideas? So, he chose to sleep without hesitation and quickly fell asleep.

……

The magnificent platinum main classroom, spanning over 200 square meters, is filled with various precious artifacts.

Salas sat behind his extravagantly large desk, with a document in front of him—a document transferred from Nottingham.

It must be said that the Spirit Hall was very efficient. In just one month, like finding a needle in a haystack, they found the required document from the Spirit Hall registration files in various cities.

Salas had read the document seven times already, but he still couldn't quite believe what he was seeing was real.

The document in front of him was the information of a Soul Master named Tang San.

The information is very detailed, from Tang San's first registration at the Spirit Hall to confirm his identity as a Spirit Master, to every time he received a Spirit Master subsidy and every time he added a Spirit Ring, every detail is included.

What kind of soul ring he obtained, or what level of soul power he possessed, were not the reasons why Salas looked at the information seven times. The reason he looked at it so many times was simply because of that one number, the number representing his age.

Fourteen years old, only fourteen. A few months away from fifteen. A Soul Master of level forty or higher. A fourteen-year-old Soul Master. Possessing a fourth Soul Ring, and at least a ten-thousand-year level one.

Salas slapped his forehead, unwilling to believe it was real.

Salas stood up, walked to the bookshelf behind his desk, reached out and pulled on a thick book on the shelf. With a creaking sound, the bookshelf slowly slid to the side, revealing the wall.

There was a square metal plate on the wall, emitting a faint fluctuation of soul power. Clearly, this metal plate was a soul tool. When Salas pressed his right palm, a faint red light emanated from the metal plate and instantly covered Salas's palm.

Another mechanical click sounded, and the metal plate slowly sank in, revealing a square space. The space was small, only one square foot, and contained a stack of documents.

Salas quickly flipped through the documents, then pulled one out, which was marked "Top Secret".

The document bag contained only three sheets of paper, each containing a document. Salas carefully searched through the documents and quickly found what he needed.

"Fifteen years old, sixteen years old, sixteen years old, the youngest of the three will not reach level forty soul power until he is fifteen years old."

Salas slammed the document shut with a loud snap, quickly closed the hidden compartment, and strode back to his desk. He picked up Tang San's document again and looked at the number for the eighth time.

"A year older than the Golden Generation, Blue Silver Grass, a useless spirit? How interesting. Fortunately, he's just Blue Silver Grass. But Tang San's spirit power increase speed is a bit too fast. Blue Silver Grass with innate full spirit power. It seems it must be a mutation."

Salas was clearly unaffected by the Emperor's tough stance that night. He picked up a pen and quickly wrote a letter. The envelope bore five words: Top Secret, To the Pope.

……

As night fell, a slender figure quietly slipped into the woods behind Shrek Academy, moving quickly along the familiar path, carrying a wooden box in her hand.

She was very fast; with each thrust of her long legs, she would propel herself at least five meters away. In no time, the wooden house in the forest came into view.

He sprang up, silently leaped over the fence, and arrived at the door of the wooden house in two leaps.

She slipped silently into the wooden cabin, and before she could make a move, a resilient blue silver grass had already coiled around her long leg. A deep voice echoed from the darkness, "Who?"

"Brother, it's me."

As the melodious sound rang out, the Blue Silver Grass quietly retreated, and Tang San lit the oil lamp in the wooden house.

(End of this chapter)