Douro Continent

Chapter 41 The First Soul Ring of Blue Silver Grass (Part 3)

The Mandragora Snake quickly darted through the yellow smoke, but it was not successfully hypnotized. As a top-tier poisonous creature, its resistance to toxins was far stronger than that of ordinary soul beasts. At this moment, its speed was only slightly reduced.

Luo Sanpao's "three cannons" have all been spared, and his body has shrunk considerably. It's too late to feed him radishes to replenish his strength now.

The two spirit rings returned to Grandmaster, his entire body radiating spirit power. His speed increased to its limit, and he pulled Tang San along, leaping forward at breakneck speed, hoping to escape the pursuit of the Mandragora Serpent.

The master was very clear about the habits of the Mandragora Serpent. This ferocious soul beast had a weakness: it lacked patience. If it could not catch its target prey within a certain period of time, it would easily give up.

However, the datura snake they encountered today was exceptionally persistent. Perhaps enraged by Luo Sanpao's fart and realgar powder, it relentlessly pursued Master and Tang San at an incredible speed. They were getting closer and closer.

"Sanpao, block it!" At the master's command, Luo Sanpao's chubby body flipped over and charged towards the Mandala Serpent, attempting to use his body to block its advance.

But this datura snake was not only incredibly fast, but also had exceptionally sharp reflexes. It swayed its body, dodging Luo Sanpao's impact, and at the same time bit him.

"Roar—" Luo Sanpao screamed in agony as his body plummeted toward the ground. With a wave of his hands, the master transformed Luo Sanpao's body into a streak of purple light, which then merged back into his own body.

The master was filled with despair, his entire life replaying in his mind. He wanted to ask the heavens why he had been so unlucky in his life. Why? Why had it all come to this? He had even dragged Tang San, this child, into this mess.

Just when the master was almost in despair, and even felt the chill of the venomous fangs of the Datura Serpent, he suddenly noticed that Tang San, whom he was holding, moved. When he turned his head, he saw Tang San touch the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist with his left hand, and then fling it behind him without looking back.

A thick white radish flew out and, with a soft "thud," struck the Mandragora Snake, causing the soul beast, which was already close enough to launch an attack, to pause abruptly and be pushed back a few feet.

In the Tang Sect, sound localization was merely a rudimentary skill, which Tang San naturally possessed. What followed filled Grandmaster with astonishment. Tang San's left hand continuously swept across his waist and flicked back and forth, sending out one white radish after another. Although the force was insufficient to harm the Mandragora Serpent, it always managed to stop it just as it was about to catch up with them.

Such precise technique.

The master noticed that every time Tang San threw out the white radish, his left thumb was tucked inward, palm facing down, with the other four fingers extended forward and together. The movement was simple and effective. Although there was a hint of panic on Tang San's face, he didn't seem afraid.

In Tang San's previous life, anyone in the martial arts world would recognize this technique as the "Hand-Swing Arrow," a basic technique from the Tang Clan's hidden weapon system. It utilizes the momentum of a swinging arm to launch the hidden weapon. This technique is the most direct, and while not particularly sophisticated, it is extremely effective in this situation.

Twenty catties of white radish was a lot, but Tang San threw it out quickly with his throwing arrows, and in no time, the stock of Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon was gone.

This was a critical moment of life and death, and Tang San knew very well the consequences of being entangled by such a massive soul beast that seemed to possess great strength, speed, and venom. Now was no time to conceal his strength.

He suddenly released his grip on the master's hand, spun in mid-air, and raised his left hand, a black light silently shooting out. The painstakingly crafted hidden dart had finally been used for the first time.

Tang San's eyes had now turned completely purple, and thanks to the effect of the Purple Demon Eye, he could clearly see every movement of the Mandala Snake.

The Mandala Snake reacted even faster than Tang San had anticipated. The hidden arrow was aimed at its left eye, but the snake's body, which had leaped into the air, twisted rapidly, its head lowering to avoid a fatal blow. However, the arrow was too fast and still struck him.

With a sharp clang, sparks flew from the Salamander's hard scales. The intense pain caused it to let out another strange croak.

Tang San inwardly lamented his misfortune. His hidden arrows, launched via a mechanism, had no issues with speed or power, but lacked finesse. They could only attack the opponent in a straight line, a common weakness of mechanism-based hidden weapons. However, the Mandragora Serpent's defense surprised him. He knew that although he only had three hidden arrows, they were all forged from iron mother material, and their mechanisms possessed extremely strong ejection power. Yet, they still hadn't been able to truly harm the spirit beast before him.

The Mandala Serpent was completely enraged. Its scales lit up simultaneously, with a faint yellow light covering the dark green scales. Its speed increased dramatically, and it pounced on Tang San in almost an instant.

Tang San suddenly let go, but the master had already sprinted more than ten meters away due to inertia. All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and it was too late to save Tang San at this point.

At this critical moment, Tang San's mind became extremely calm. He circulated his Xuan Tian Gong throughout his body; this authentic and superior Taoist internal energy allowed him to enter a state of perfect tranquility. Seeing the Mandala Serpent's open jaws, he showed no panic. With a flick of his right hand, the short sword given to him by the master was already in his palm.

(End of this chapter)