Douro Continent

Chapter 543 He really got out.

The Shrek Five stared at Lou Gao in disbelief. This was probably the simplest handover ceremony in history. Titan couldn't help but ask, "Lou Gao, you're not serious, are you?"

Lou Gao snorted resentfully, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I'm determined to join the Tang Clan. Kid, do you dare to take me in?"

Tang San smiled slightly and said, "I dare, of course I dare. If you are willing to join the Tang Sect, you will be an elder of the Tang Sect just like Senior Titan."

Lou Gao said, "Then can I know how to manufacture the Zhuge Divine Crossbow? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Tang San shook his head, a slight smile on his face, and said, "This Zhuge Crossbow is merely the simplest hidden weapon of the Tang Clan. How could it be worthy of the title of a master craftsman like you? Only the most exquisite hidden weapons of our sect should be entrusted to you to create, befitting your status!"

Upon hearing this, Lou Gao's face immediately lit up with a smile. "Really? What other top-tier hidden weapons are there? Better than this Zhuge Divine Crossbow?"

Tang San said solemnly, "Of course, and these top-tier hidden weapons are enough to threaten the lives of Title Douluo. Once successfully made, you will have pioneered a new era in the blacksmithing world. Your name will be engraved on these peerless hidden weapons."

Lou Gao's decision to join the Tang Sect was initially partly out of spite. Although he was obsessed with forging, he wasn't as naive as he appeared. "While I'm with the Tang Sect, I won't reveal my skills. Surely I can leave once I've mastered them?" That was Lou Gao's plan. However, at this moment, he was completely captivated by Tang San's words. Little did he know that Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes had clearly captured the flicker in his eyes when he announced his joining the Tang Sect. Although Tang San didn't know his specific thoughts, he could guess that Lou Gao's joining the Tang Sect wasn't entirely sincere.

Tang San took out a blueprint from the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon and handed it to Lou Gao. Then, without making a sound, he put the Zhuge Crossbow on the table into his own Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon.

"Senior, please take a look at this blueprint first. I believe you would never reveal it to anyone. This blueprint is part of a peerless hidden weapon. Please study it carefully. We are indeed here to purchase a batch of metal. As the former president and an elder of our sect, shouldn't you give us some discounts?"

Lou Gao's gaze was now completely focused on the blueprint. "Alright, alright, Si Long, it's up to you. Waive their service fees for anything purchased within the association. If you buy something from one of our association members, tell those guys to give you a 20% discount."

"Yes, teacher." Given Lou Gao's status in Gengxin City, who wouldn't try to curry favor with him? Giving him an 80% discount is nothing.

Tang San bid farewell to Lou Gao, saying, "Senior, we'll be going now. We'll ask you to join us when we return to the Tang Clan."

Lou Gao waved his hand and said, "Alright, you guys go ahead. Oh, by the way, there's an auction tomorrow night. There should be quite a few good things. Titan, you're familiar with auctions, you can go by yourselves later."

As he spoke, Lou Gao had already walked to the soul tool lamp and was carefully examining the blueprints. In his eyes, nothing else mattered except for these blueprints. With his master craftsman-level experience, he was immediately drawn to the hidden weapons depicted on the blueprints after just one glance. Just as Tang San had said, the things shown on these blueprints were far more ingenious than the Zhuge Crossbow.

Aside from Lou Gao's foundry, Oscar couldn't help but lean closer to Tang San and whisper, "What was that blueprint you gave Lou Gao? Aren't you afraid he might actually leak it? After all, he's the president of the Blacksmiths' Guild."

Tang San smiled slightly and said, "It's alright, even if it's leaked, it's not a big deal. It's just one-third of the blueprints for the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles. It has no practical significance."

Indeed, in terms of individual hidden weapons, the Zhuge Crossbow is far inferior to the Rain of Pear Blossoms Needles. However, from a practical standpoint, the manufacturing process of the Zhuge Crossbow is far more important than that of the Rain of Pear Blossoms Needles. Are the Rain of Pear Blossoms Needles so easy to manufacture? If so, they wouldn't have been lost for so many years in Tang San's previous life's Tang Sect. Leaving aside the difficulty of the craftsmanship, the silver mother material from the deep-sea sunken silver alone is a huge challenge. Even if Lou Gao could find the silver mother material from the deep-sea sunken silver, how much could he find? And how many Rain of Pear Blossoms Needles could he manufacture? Even if he succeeded, a few Rain of Pear Blossoms Needles wouldn't have a significant impact on the Douluo Continent, but the Zhuge Crossbow, manufactured in large quantities, could achieve the same effect.

This is a key reason why Tang San entrusted Lou Gao with the most difficult-to-manufacture hidden weapons. He also believed that, given the allure of the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles, Lou Gao wouldn't be interested in understanding these techniques. After all, he was truly obsessed with forging. Moreover, Tang San had only given him a third of the blueprints. Lou Gao was indeed cunning, but if used properly, he could be a great asset to the Tang Sect in the future. Tang San was currently troubled about how to craft the Peacock Feather, Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles, and Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus—these peerless hidden weapons. While he himself had experience, he also needed to cultivate. He couldn't dedicate all his time to forging. Titan, while possessing sufficient skills, was still too few on his own. Furthermore, he needed to oversee the entire operation. Now, with the addition of the Blacksmith Association's president, the Divine Craftsman, the situation was completely different. Tang San was already sketching out how to utilize this fat man who wanted to steal the essence of Tang Sect hidden weapons.

Silong was unaware of why his teacher had made the decision to pass on the position. However, as Lou Gao's chief disciple, he was extremely capable and did not reveal much of his emotions on the surface.

"Vice President Titan, it's getting late. How about I treat everyone to lunch first, and then we can choose the metals?"

Titan chuckled and said, "You're the only one who understands. That old guy Lou Gao doesn't care about anything except for forging. You've handled a lot of things in the association over the years, haven't you? Lou Gao is really something, letting you continue with that guard duty."

Si Long smiled and said, "This is all voluntary. If everything weren't done according to the rules, our Blacksmiths' Association's VIP auction house wouldn't be where it is today. Frankly speaking, the Blacksmiths' Association's main source of income comes from the auction house."

Titan nodded and said, "I understand. It's because we blacksmiths aren't valued. How about this, I have a list here, you can give it to your people to make the purchases. I trust you."

As he spoke, Titan took out a pre-prepared purchase order from his soul tool and handed it to Si Long. Indeed, as the new president of the Blacksmith Association, if he was not trustworthy, then no one here could be trusted.

Si Long took the order, glanced at it, and his eyes widened. He gasped, "Vice President Titan, am I seeing things?" The first line on the order read: Iron Essence, ten tons.

"I've never heard of anyone buying iron ore by the ton. No wonder you've come all this way to Gengxin City to purchase it. I'm afraid there's nowhere else on the entire continent besides Gengxin City that has so much iron ore."

Titan chuckled and said, "Just don't forget to give us a discount."

Si Long wiped the sweat from his forehead. "To be honest, Vice President Titan, you should know the market price. If we really did offer a flat 20% discount as the teacher suggested, all the shops under the Blacksmith Association would probably go bankrupt. How about this, I'll give you a 10% discount. That way we're already at cost price."

Titan looked at Tang San, who smiled slightly and said, "Alright then, we can't let you work for nothing. There's no need for a discount. I heard Elder Titan say that the prices of various metals in Gengxin City are the cheapest, with only one gold soul coin for one kilogram of iron essence. We'll buy them at the original price. However, we hope you can gather all the metals we need as quickly as possible."

Tang San was not a shrewd businessman; he valued long-term cooperation more than the money he could save immediately.

Si Long secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "How could I possibly accept that? Then let's do a 5% discount. Big clients like you always deserve some kind of discount. Don't worry, while these metals are valuable, they're all in stock. We can gather them within three days. But how do you plan to take them with you?"

Tang San said, "Let's use soul tools. If we don't have enough of our own, we can buy two large-capacity soul tools in Gengxin City. That should be enough. Cash on delivery."

The metals purchased this time were mainly refined iron, along with pure silver, tungsten steel, black iron, ebony, cold iron, and refined gold, among others. Tang San had carefully calculated that this batch of metal was enough for the Tang Sect's needs for one or two years. If everything went smoothly, it would be sufficient to manufacture a batch of suitable hidden weapons. Not only would it meet the requirements of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and equip the Tang Sect itself, but it would also allow for stockpiling a portion. As for who to sell it to, that would depend on the situation. In any case, it was a sure-fire, profitable deal.

Si Long secretly calculated the total price of this batch of metal. Even as the newly appointed president, his heart couldn't help but race. This was a huge sum of money! The transaction fees the association would take alone would be a considerable fortune. Moreover, he would naturally prioritize purchasing from shops belonging to the association.

He could tell that Tang San was the true leader among this group, and he quickly agreed. Even without Titan's connections, such a major client would still receive the Blacksmiths' Association's attention. This transaction involved a staggering two hundred thousand gold soul coins. For the struggling blacksmithing industry, this was an astronomical sum—equivalent to the entire Blacksmiths' Association's annual revenue.

After leaving the Blacksmiths' Association, Si Long, with a smile on his face, led everyone towards a restaurant not far from the association. Even though the outside world was unaware that he was about to succeed as the association's president, as a grandmaster blacksmith, he was one of the most distinguished guests here.

As soon as they entered the restaurant, the owner, who had been standing behind the counter, immediately came out and stood respectfully to the side. "Grandmaster Silong, you've arrived. Please come in."

Silong wasn't so polite with outsiders, and said calmly, "Let's go to the usual place."

The owner's expression immediately turned awkward. "Yes, I'm sorry, Grandmaster Silong, let me change your room to another one. The other room has already been booked for today."

Si Long frowned. "Old Bao, I'm hosting important guests today. Are you really going to let me lose face like this?"

A fine layer of sweat had appeared on the boss's forehead. "No, no, it's just... it's just..."

Si Long said coldly, "Just what?"

The proprietor lowered his voice and said, "I really can't afford to offend the person who booked that room, Grandmaster Si Long. Please forgive me. It's someone from the Martial Soul Main Hall."

Gengxin City is one of the main cities within the Star Luo Empire, therefore, the Spirit Hall here is naturally the main Spirit Hall. The Spirit Hall wields immense power throughout the continent, and they are present in almost every city of all levels.

Upon hearing that they were from the Martial Soul Main Hall, Si Long's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, but he held back. He glanced at Titan and the others beside him, who showed no signs of displeasure, and then said to the boss, "Alright, Lao Bao, I won't make things difficult for you. Find us another room."

The shop owner, feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, quickly smiled and nodded repeatedly. "Grandmaster Silong, esteemed guests, please come in. It was truly my fault today; this meal is on me." The shop owner was clearly adept at handling people, and coupled with his humble demeanor, even Silong found it difficult to blame him further.

While Ke Silong and Tang San's group didn't want to cause trouble, that didn't mean others didn't.

Just as the group was about to follow the boss upstairs, a sarcastic voice came from behind them, "Who do we have here? It's Grandmaster Si Long! How about we give you our spot?"

Everyone turned around and saw seven or eight people dressed as Spirit Hall deacons approaching. The leader, seemingly around the same age as Si Long, had graying hair, a hooked nose, small eyes, a wide mouth, and skin as ugly as dried orange peel, yet his eyes radiated disdain. Those behind him looked down on him, their arrogance overflowing. Without asking, Tang San knew these people must be from the Spirit Hall's Gengxin City Main Hall.

Si Long's face darkened. "Bishop Miles, what do you mean by that?"

The elder leading the Spirit Hall, Miles, approached with a cold smile. "Oh, I didn't mean anything by it. We've known each other for so many years, I just wanted to show my respect. You're a Grandmaster-level blacksmith. Do you know what a Grandmaster-level blacksmith is?" He asked the last question to the Spirit Hall members behind him.

These guys worked together very well, and someone immediately replied, "The blacksmith."

Miles laughed and said, "That's right, still a blacksmith. It's a pity you have a cultivation level of over seventy, yet you're a useless weapon spirit master. Silong, I'm not going to refuse you my room. As long as you can persuade President Lou Gao to merge your Blacksmith Association into our Spirit Hall, wouldn't your future development be incredibly promising?"

Si Long's face was already ashen with anger. Yes, he was indeed a Soul Saint-level Soul Master, but as a Weapon Soul Master, he was just like Xiao Ao back then, with no offensive power of his own.

"Miles, don't forget, this is Gengxin City." Silong said this almost through gritted teeth.

Miles sneered, "So what? Don't even mention you, even the city lord of Gengxin City would have to be polite to me. Get out of my way. A good dog doesn't block the way." As he spoke, he casually waved his hand, and instantly, Silong was pulled aside by a strong force.

However, Si Long quickly regained his balance, with Oscar assisting him. Si Long's fall naturally revealed Tang San and the others behind him. Miles was momentarily stunned, not because he recognized Tang San and the others, but because he immediately noticed two girls among them.

Ning Rongrong, with skin so fair it seemed to drip with water, and Xiao Wu, as innocent as a lily, were two stunning beauties standing before him, causing him to momentarily lose his senses. Although he was the master of the main hall of Gengxin City and had seen many beautiful girls, he had never seen such beauties before, let alone been in close contact with them.

Almost before anyone could see it, Miles swallowed hard, and his expression changed instantly. His previous coldness turned into a kind smile, which, given his age, gave him a rather sanctimonious air.

"Silong, where did you kidnap these two girls from? Hmm, they're really pretty." As he spoke, he walked directly toward Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu.

Perhaps sensing the other party's malicious intent, Xiao Wu subconsciously shrank closer to Tang San. Ma Hongjun, standing beside Tang San, was about to move, but Tang San grabbed him, while Titan had already stepped forward, snorting angrily and unleashing his powerful soul force without any concealment. Instantly, immense pressure erupted like a tidal wave.

Miles was about to reach out and touch Xiao Wu when he felt a tightness in his chest and involuntarily took a few steps back, his face showing a look of shock. Looking at Titan's towering figure and the aura emanating from him, his expression changed drastically.

The Spirit Hall wielded immense power, and Miles wasn't exaggerating. Even the city lord of Gengxin City would show him deference. Soul Masters were already of high status, and with the Spirit Hall's influence, he was practically a local tyrant in Gengxin City. However, ultimately, he was still a Soul Master. In the world of Soul Masters, strength was the only true measure of power. When he sensed Titan's overwhelming aura, his flippant expression instantly turned serious. His subordinates behind him were even more terrified, retreating in the face of Titan's oppressive presence, their faces turning deathly pale.

Miles himself was a Soul Emperor of level 60 or higher, yet he clearly sensed that the old man before him was far beyond his capabilities; the old man's powerful aura was at least two levels higher than his own. In other words, this old man was likely a Soul Douluo or higher level expert. In the Spirit Hall, this would be equivalent to a Cardinal or higher. Although they outnumbered him, facing such a powerful figure would be utterly helpless.

"Who are you?" Miles looked at Titan with surprise and uncertainty.

Before Titan could speak, Tang San suddenly flicked his wrist, and a token flew out and landed on Miles.

Miles instinctively reached out to take it, but this time, his face turned deathly pale. In his panic, his whole body trembled, and the token slipped from his hand.

However, the familiar logo on the token was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Tang San's calm voice rang out, "I don't want my meal disturbed, so get lost."

Mars, overjoyed at being granted a pardon, hurriedly bent down to pick up the token, respectfully handed it back to Tang San, and then gave his subordinates a wink. They actually rolled away on the ground. At this moment, for the sake of his life, he no longer cared about saving face.

Seeing that their leader had done this, the Soul Masters, though unaware of what had happened, were not fools. Knowing they had run into a brick wall, they quickly followed Miles' example and rolled away.

Tang San's token was naturally the same one Tang Hao had given to Grandmaster. After Tang San returned to Shrek Academy, Grandmaster gave him the same token again. Despite being utterly opposed to the Spirit Hall, this token held considerable power. No wonder Miles was afraid; the token represented an elder-level status. And which elder of the Spirit Hall wasn't a Title Douluo? Coupled with the oppressive aura Titan had previously released, it immediately clouded his judgment. He knew the authority of the Elder Council; it was the highest authority of the Spirit Hall, one that even the Pope had to be wary of. Seeing that Tang San had so easily let him go, he quickly scurried out. Once outside, he ran away in a flash, not even daring to glance back into the hotel.

At this moment, the entire hotel was silent. Everyone—Si Long, the hotel owner, and the guests—was looking at Tang San and his companions as if they were monsters. Titan turned to the hotel owner and said, "Aren't you going to lead the way?"

The hotel owner then realized what was happening and immediately became even more humble. "Distinguished guests, please come in, please come in." Of course, they ate in the same room that Si Long had initially requested. Si Long didn't even need to order; the owner quickly went to make the arrangements.

As soon as the boss stepped out, Si Long's face darkened. He looked at Tang San and asked, "Are you from the Spirit Hall?" As Lou Gao's disciple and a Grandmaster-level figure in the Blacksmith Association, he naturally recognized the sign Tang San had thrown out.

Before Tang San could speak, Titan said, "Don't worry, kid. We have no connection with the Spirit Hall. If we have to say what the connection is, it's that we're absolutely enemies. Let me introduce you to someone, and you'll understand. This Miss Ning Rongrong comes from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Ning Rongrong could naturally see the discord between the Blacksmiths' Association and the Spirit Hall; verbal explanations were never as effective as facts. She raised her right hand, and with a flash of light, her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in her palm, radiating dazzling brilliance.

Si Long didn't notice that the pagoda in her hand had nine layers, because he was completely stunned by the six dazzling spirit rings on it.

How old is Ning Rongrong? Among the Shrek Seven Devils, she's only slightly older than Zhu Zhuqing, and she looks much younger than her age; she doesn't look twenty at all. Yet, the six dazzling spirit rings on the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand are so clearly visible.

Ning Rongrong herself spoke the words that Titan had been holding back: "My father is Ning Fengzhi."

Si Long took a deep breath, looking at these people with newfound respect. He now understood why they hadn't discussed the price much despite preparing to buy so much precious metal. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was the wealthiest sect in the Soul Master world! Their wealth would probably make even the Spirit Hall envious.

At the same time, his gaze towards Tang San changed. Clearly, Tang San was the leader of this group. To have the patriarch of the Power Clan follow him, and the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's sect leader obediently accompany him—what kind of identity did this young man possess?

However, being a worldly-wise man, he didn't ask any further questions. He simply nodded silently, his expression relaxing.

Ma Hongjun said to Tang San with some dissatisfaction, "Third Brother, why didn't you let me teach those bastards a lesson? Didn't you see how arrogant they were? I really wanted to kill them."

Tang San shook his head at Ma Hongjun and said calmly, "We can't cause trouble for the Blacksmith Association. If you make a move, the Spirit Hall will hold the Blacksmith Association accountable. Then, the association will be in big trouble. I still hope to continue cooperating with the Blacksmith Association, how can we be so hasty?"

Oscar remained silent because he knew that Tang San was not a tolerant person, especially after the way Miles had tried to provoke Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu was Tang San's possession. He looked calm at the moment, but what was hidden beneath that calm?

Hearing Tang San's words, Si Long's gaze towards him went beyond mere surprise; it held a newfound respect. Undoubtedly, Tang San was right. If they had actually attacked, the Spirit Hall, already eyeing the Blacksmith Association with predatory intent, would have launched a swift and merciless retaliation. The Spirit Hall had been searching for such an opportunity, after all, this was Gengxin City, where the Blacksmith Association was deeply entrenched. It wouldn't be easy for the Spirit Hall to target them without any pretext.

"Thank you, young friend. May I ask your name?" Si Long said with a hint of gratitude.

Tang San said, "My name is Tang San. Senior Si Long, could you tell us about the current relationship between the Blacksmiths' Association and the Spirit Hall?"

Hearing Tang San mention the Spirit Hall again, a chill flashed in Si Long's eyes. "What other relationship could it be? In the Spirit Hall's eyes, our Blacksmith Association is just a chicken rib—tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away. That's why they haven't touched us. You've all seen it; my junior brothers and I personally guard the third floor and above of the association. Actually, for us weapon spirit masters, this kind of protection is more symbolic, a sign of respect for all the distinguished guests. But now, this vigilance has truly become an external defense. Recently, several people have come to the Blacksmith Association to cause trouble. And they've all been from the Spirit Hall. At my Soul Saint level, I can only put some pressure on them at most; once it comes to a real fight, my true colors are revealed. That's why Miles was so arrogant when he saw me, even though his soul power was lower than mine. It's because last time someone from the Spirit Hall came to cause trouble and injured me. That's when they realized that we're just weapon spirit masters. We've been having a headache over this."

"Actually, the Spirit Hall itself has no interest in our Blacksmith Association at all. After all, the profession of blacksmithing is far inferior to that of a Soul Master. The idea of ​​recruiting our Blacksmith Association is simply that of that bastard Miles. He plans to make some extra money out of our Blacksmith Association. After all, the association's income in Gengxin City is quite considerable."

After listening to Si Long's words, Tang San basically understood the relationship between the Blacksmiths' Association and the Spirit Hall. Holding Xiao Wu's soft little hand, he smiled and asked, "So, where is the Spirit Hall of Gengxin City located?"

Si Long suddenly noticed that when Tang San asked that question, a chilling killing intent clearly flashed in his eyes. Even someone of his level couldn't help but feel a chill when that killing intent flashed by.

"Young friend Tang San, what's going on here...?"

Tang San maintained his smile. "I was just asking around. After we finish eating, I'll need to trouble Guild Master Si Long to prepare what we need as soon as possible. Oh, by the way, we'll also be attending the Blacksmith Association's auction tomorrow. I'll need your help with the arrangements then."

Si Long nodded and said, "No problem. You are our major clients. The Spirit Hall is located in the east of the city. It's a very obvious building, much more magnificent than the City Lord's Mansion. There are about forty Spirit Masters here. Among them, Miles is the highest level, around level 63 to 66. Among the other Spirit Masters, there are four above level 50. The rest are ordinary Spirit Masters below level 50. Most of them are around level 20 or 30. After all, this is not an important city. The staffing of the Spirit Hall is not particularly luxurious."

Tang San and Si Long exchanged a glance, tacitly agreeing not to continue the topic. However, Tang San was quite satisfied with Si Long's detailed description of the Spirit Hall's strength structure. This Soul Saint-level weapon spirit master was anything but confused!

The Chinese meal was very harmonious. Thanks to the hotel owner's deliberate hospitality, almost all the best ingredients were used, and the best chefs prepared the dishes with great care. While it couldn't be called a gourmet feast, it was certainly quite expensive.

After the meal, although the hotel owner repeatedly said he wouldn't accept payment, Si Long still paid five gold soul coins. Even though that was practically the cost price, it clearly demonstrated the difference between the Blacksmith Association and the Spirit Hall. You see, Miles never pays when he comes to eat.

Si Long had already arranged accommodations for Tang San and his group before going to prepare the various metals they needed.

The lodgings were located on the other side of the Blacksmiths' Guild, an inn run by the guild specifically for entertaining guests. While not luxurious, it was absolutely clean. For everyone's convenience, Si Long specifically ordered that the top floor of the inn be secluded and reserved for them.

No sooner had Si Long left than Ma Hongjun couldn't hold back any longer. He had naturally gleaned something from Tang San and Si Long's conversation, and now he asked impatiently, "Third Brother, shouldn't we teach those guys from the Spirit Hall a lesson? How dare they insult Xiao Wu and Rong Rong! It makes me so angry. In all these years, when have we brothers ever suffered such humiliation?"

With no outsiders around, Tang San no longer needed to hide anything. "The Spirit Hall owes us so much; it's time to collect some interest."

Ma Hongjun was overjoyed. "Then when shall we make our move?"

Tang San had clearly already made up his mind: "Tomorrow night, after the auction ends. A dark and windy night for murder."

Tang San's choice of timing was clearly deliberate. Si Long needed three days to prepare, meaning they would have gathered the necessary metals by the day after tomorrow. They could also try their luck at the auction tomorrow night. Regardless of their revenge against the Spirit Hall, they would leave this place the day after tomorrow.

Titan clenched his fist, his bones cracking. "I've been wanting to cause trouble for the Spirit Hall for a while now. This isn't our territory anyway. It'll be good to teach them a lesson."

Tang San glanced at Xiao Wu's empty eyes beside him, and the scene of Xiao Wu sacrificing herself to save him when they were besieged by the experts of the Spirit Hall flashed before his eyes again. The intense pain in his heart turned into a cold killing intent that kept eroding his heart.

"Elder Titan, you can't show up tomorrow. Your target is too obvious. We can't let the news leak out easily. Fatty, you and I will go tomorrow. Just the two of us."

Titan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Young Master, there are dozens of Soul Masters over there. Aren't the two of you a bit too few?"

Tang San shook his head. "Two people are enough. One to kill, and one to set fires."

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