Douro Continent

Chapter 571 The Divine Doctor Becomes an Apprentice

After eating, Tang San stretched his body and walked out of the wooden house.

As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, he saw five or six people walking towards him. These people appeared to be tall, their clothes adorned with purple decorations, and their expressions were somewhat ferocious. Two of them had bloodstains on them.

"Boy, who are you? Where is Doctor Jixiang?" Soon, they arrived. A tall, burly man glared at Tang San and looked him up and down.

After leaving the cabin, Tang San discovered that it wasn't far from the sea, and it was the only cabin he owned. In front of him was the beach, and behind him stretched a vast forest. However, it was already late autumn, and the green of the trees was gradually fading.

"Doctor Jixiang isn't here." Seeing these people, and recalling the conversation between Jixiang and another person when he first regained consciousness, the words "Purple Pearl" flashed through Tang San's mind. Could this be the Purple Pearl Island that Haider had mentioned? He had actually stumbled into a pirate's lair.

However, Tang San's body had basically recovered by this time, and he was perfectly capable of protecting himself. Compared to the Deep Sea Demon Whale, what were pirates?

"Not here? Where did you go?" The tall pirate's fierce eyes already revealed impatience.

Tang San shook his head and said, "I don't know either." Although he was now wearing patched coarse cloth clothes and his handsome face was covered by the beard that had grown over the years, his noble and elegant temperament could not be concealed.

The tall pirate looked Tang San over carefully, snorted, and said, "Where did you come from, kid? Are you a spy?" As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Tang San's collar.

Just then, a cold voice rang out, "If you want me to save your companion, stop."

The tall pirate was clearly quite strong. His large hand stopped right in front of Tang San's chest. When he turned his head, he saw Jixiang, who was holding a small fish basket, walking slowly towards him.

Jixiang was slightly shorter than Tang San, with broad shoulders. He glanced coldly at the pirates and said indifferently, "Bring the wounded in. You'll be my assistant." The last sentence was addressed to Tang San.

"Help him?" Tang San didn't refute it. With his intelligence, he immediately guessed that Jixiang was creating a legitimate identity for him. Although he didn't need it, he still walked in.

The two wounded pirates were placed on the bed where Tang San had been resting. One had wounds on his chest, and the other on his thigh; both were superficial wounds, but quite severe. The one with the thigh wound, in particular, had his femoral artery severed. If it weren't for the rope tightly binding his thigh, he would probably have already bled to death.

The other pirate's injuries looked more horrific; a dagger was stuck in his right chest, but thankfully, it wasn't a penetrating wound.

Jixiang quickly washed her hands, then walked over to the pirate with the injured thigh, pulled a wooden box from under the bed, opened it, and handed it to Tang San.

"When I tell you what I need, you hand it to me."

Tang San nodded.

Ji Xiang suddenly had a roll of cloth in his hand. He opened it to reveal a row of various silver needles. His fingers were long and steady. He pierced the pirate's leg with seven needles in quick succession.

Tang San could tell that Ji Xiang was sealing the pirate's bloodline. Although he couldn't identify acupoints, the bloodlines he chose were all extremely accurate.

After doing all that, he carefully untied the rope that was tightly binding the pirate's thigh.

With a soft "plop," a spurt of blood suddenly gushed from the wound, and three of the seven silver needles that Jixiang had inserted sprang out.

Ji Xiang's expression changed. He knew that this person had been tied up for too long, causing high blood pressure and this condition. Just as he was about to re-tie the rope and seal the veins with silver needles, a slender hand reached out. He only felt a blur before his eyes, and the hand seemed to tap a few times on the pirate's thigh. The previously gushing blood immediately stopped flowing.

Ji Xiang's eyes lit up, and he turned to look at Tang San, who smiled and nodded at him.

What followed, Ji Xiang's treatment opened Tang San's eyes. He used a needle as thin as a hair to suture the pirate's severed artery, then stitched up the muscle and skin. Not only were his movements incredibly fast, but each stitch was also extremely precise. It could absolutely be described as divine skill.

Tang San could tell that the small needle was a lucky martial soul, but he had no soul power in it.

Zero innate soul power—utterly useless. No matter what kind of martial soul one possesses, someone born without a trace of soul power has absolutely no way to increase it through cultivation. No wonder his expression was so indifferent; his innate soul power was the complete opposite of his innate full soul power. He must have suffered a lot of scorn in his childhood.

However, Jixiang's medical skills were the most outstanding Tang San had ever seen in this world. The treatment of another pirate was even more eye-opening for Tang San. Jixiang performed open-chest surgery right in front of him, stitching up the damaged lung. The entire process took nearly an hour.

When everything was finished, Jixiang clearly showed a look of satisfaction. It seemed that healing people was his greatest joy.

Several previously ferocious pirates stood aside, not daring to utter a sound, their gazes towards Jixiang and Tang San now filled with respect. The tall pirate who had just threatened Tang San, in particular, now wore an expression of deep gratitude.

The surgery was complete. Ji Xiang stood up and said to the other pirates, "You can carry the one with the injured leg away now. The other one will stay here for observation. He underwent open-chest surgery, which is prone to infection, so he'll need some medication." Today's surgery was much easier because of Tang San's presence. Tang San's acupressure allowed him to avoid sealing the injured man's blood vessels with silver needles, saving him a lot of energy and time.

"Divine Physician Ji Xiang, thank you for saving my brother." The tall pirate knelt down with a thud and kowtowed three times to Ji Xiang. It turned out that the one with the knife in his right chest was his own brother.

Jixiang didn't stand on ceremony. "If you want to thank me, then bring me some medicine next time you come back."

"Definitely, definitely." The tall pirate stood up, and when he looked at Tang San again, he no longer had the fierceness he had before. "Brother, I'm sorry about what happened before. My brother was injured, and I was worried. I'll treat you to a drink sometime."

Tang San was taken aback. He didn't have a good impression of Haider and his men, but the tall, menacing pirate in front of him seemed surprisingly cheerful.

They had all left. As Jixiang silently cleaned the room, she said to Tang San in a low voice, "You can tell, right? They were pirates. But pirates are people too, and not all of them are bad. That's why I'm willing to stay here."

Tang San asked, "Is this Purple Pearl Island?"

Jixiang nodded. "You know about purple pearls?"

Tang San smiled bitterly, "My companions and I were attacked by pirates from the Purple Pearl Pirate Group, which is why we fell into the sea. If it weren't for your rescue, I might be dead by now."

Hearing Tang San's words, Ji Xiang slowly straightened up, her gaze towards Tang San becoming somewhat strange. "So, you must be a nobleman? The people of Purple Pearl only plunder nobles; fishermen only need to pay a small ocean tax."

Tang San smiled and said, "Just as you said, not all pirates are bad people, but does that mean all nobles are bad people?"

Jixiang paused for a moment, looked at Tang San, but didn't know how to answer him.

Tang San turned to look outside. "In this world, only the victor is king and the loser is a bandit. The only difference between a good person and a bad person is whether they can stay true to themselves. Tell me about the situation here, okay?"

Jixiang stopped tidying up and walked behind Tang San. For some reason, he suddenly felt that this recovered man possessed a special charm—a charm that made people submit. Every word he spoke seemed to be filled with a special rhythm.

"Perhaps you're right, there are good people among the nobles. For years, the Purple Pearl Pirates have been robbing the rich to help the poor. While maintaining their own survival, they've mostly donated their loot to struggling fishing villages along the coast. That's why I stayed. I'm the only doctor in the Purple Pearl Pirates."

Tang San turned around and looked closely at Ji Xiang. Instead of continuing the previous topic, he asked, "Would you like to learn the method of sealing bloodlines from me?"

Jixiang paused for a moment, her calm eyes suddenly dimming. "I can't learn it. Your method requires soul power. If I had soul power, I could seal the bloodline even with just my needles."

Tang San smiled slightly and said something that made Ji Xiang unable to remain indifferent any longer: "What if I could give you soul power?"

"What...what did you say?" Jixiang stared at Tang San in astonishment. Even with his composed demeanor, he was still only a seventeen-year-old boy. From childhood to adulthood, he had suffered countless pains and grievances because of his innate lack of soul power. How much he longed to possess soul power! Although he possessed medical skills unmatched by ordinary people, he knew very well that if he could possess soul power, his medical skills would inevitably break through again. Moreover, possessing soul power had been his lifelong dream.

Tang San said, "I have a special cultivation method, although I can't be sure if it will suit you. But I think it at least gives you a chance to become a Soul Master."

Although Jixiang was much more mature than his peers, he still couldn't suppress his excitement after hearing Tang San's words. His calm eyes were now filled with longing.

Tang San pondered for a moment and said, "I can teach you my acupoint sealing technique as a way of repaying your life-saving grace. However, this technique belongs to the sect. I don't have the authority to teach it privately. Jixiang, would you like to become my disciple?"

Ji Xiang was taken aback. Become a disciple? Tang San's words were direct, and he couldn't see any ulterior motive in Tang San's clear eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "If you can really make me a Soul Master, I'm willing. But, I'm already seventeen years old. Can I really become a Soul Master?" In any case, this might be the only chance he would ever have to become a Soul Master in his life.

Tang San smiled calmly, "I'm 80% confident. Are you willing to give it a try?"

Jixiang took a deep breath, knelt down in front of Tang San with a thud, and kowtowed three times forcefully, "Master." He couldn't give up this opportunity, even though he knew that after becoming Tang San's disciple, he would have to obey his master's orders. But if he gave up this opportunity, he was afraid he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Tang San accepted Ji Xiang's three bows without hesitation before helping him up from the ground. "You are indeed a bit old, but as long as you are willing to work hard, you will surely achieve great things in the future. Eat this."

He reached into the Ruyi Baibao pouch and came out with a golden ginseng root, which he handed to Jixiang.

As a healer, Jixiang naturally recognized what it was and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "A ten-thousand-year-old ginseng king?"

Tang San nodded and said, "Time is of the essence, and I have many things to do. There's no time to use it to refine medicine, so just consume it directly. I'll help you build your foundation; with its foundation-strengthening and energy-nourishing properties, your cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort."

At this moment, Jixiang had no doubt about Tang San's words. How could just anyone take out something like the Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King so easily? It was a priceless treasure!

In Tang San's eyes, the value of the Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King was limited, at least it was of little use to him. Compared to the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng and the Ten-Thousand-Year Ninth-Grade Ginseng King, the value of this Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King was far inferior. But for Ji Xiang at present, it was just right.

Jixiang ate very carefully, piercing the skin of the ancient ginseng king with his fingernail, then immediately bringing his mouth close and gently sucking. Soon, the ginseng king's body shriveled up, and its essence turned into juice that flowed into his stomach. Jixiang did not discard the remaining ginseng skin, but carefully put it into his pocket. Even though it had lost most of its essence, it could still be used to refine some good medicine.

"Sit down." Tang San pressed down on Jixiang's shoulder. While the Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King wasn't exactly a celestial treasure, it wasn't something an ordinary person could absorb. The saying goes, "The weak cannot tolerate strong tonics," meaning that an ordinary person consuming this would only suffer a fatal collapse of their blood vessels due to excessive consumption. Of course, Jixiang would never suspect that Tang San was trying to scheme against him. Who would be so foolish as to use such a priceless treasure to scheme against someone who only knew a little about medicine?

In just the short time it took to go from standing to sitting, Jixiang's face had already turned from normal to bright red, which shows how terrifying the effects of the Ten Thousand Year Ginseng King were.

Tang San also sat cross-legged behind Jixiang, "Focus your mind on your dantian. Feel the soul power I'm circulating within you, and remember the path it takes."

As he spoke, he placed both palms on Jixiang's back. Jixiang felt a cool current flow into his body from his back, which immediately relieved the extreme heat brought by the Ten Thousand Year Ginseng King.

Under the guidance of Tang San's Xuan Tian Gong, the efficacy of the Ten Thousand Year Ginseng King was completely absorbed and operated along with the Xuan Tian Gong.

Even a drop of water in need deserves a spring in return, let alone a life-saving grace. Tang San's decision to take Ji Xiang as his disciple was truly without any ulterior motive. It was simply to repay Ji Xiang's life-saving grace. Furthermore, he planned to impart his Xuan Tian Gong (Mysterious Heaven Skill) to him for the first time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed Ji Xiang to become his disciple. The concept that Tang Clan's secret techniques must not be passed on to outsiders was deeply ingrained in Tang San's mind.

Therefore, Tang San's assistance to Jixiang in circulating his internal energy at this moment was not simply about helping him absorb the medicinal power. He had three objectives: first, to absorb the medicinal power and strengthen Jixiang's foundation; second, to ensure Jixiang memorized the circulation path of the Xuan Tian Gong so he could cultivate according to this method in the future; and third, Tang San wanted to use the medicinal power to help Jixiang directly open his eight extraordinary meridians. In this way, the disadvantages of his late-starting cultivation would be minimized to the greatest extent possible.

Jixiang was a medical student. When he felt the first meridian in his body open up, he understood Tang San's meaning. Even with the help of the Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King, opening up someone's meridians still required a huge amount of soul power. It was only after Tang San helped him open his meridians that Jixiang truly recognized his teacher.

After opening the first meridian, Jixiang felt a sudden increase in the flow of energy within his body, and Tang San's speed in circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill also increased dramatically. Just when he thought everything was about to end, Tang San had already begun his assault on the second meridian.

"Teacher's soul power is so profound?" Ji Xiang remained calm, diligently memorizing the circulation path of the Mysterious Heaven Skill while being greatly astonished. Although Tang San was disheveled when he rescued him, he could tell that Tang San was at most in his early twenties. This was why he hesitated for a moment when Tang San wanted to take him as a disciple. In his view, Tang San was at most a Soul Grandmaster, more likely a Great Soul Master. However, at this moment, Tang San's soul power was like the endless waves of the ocean, the surging soul power showing no sign of weakening, each impact perfectly timed, just within the range his body could withstand. His control over soul power was exquisite. And the cool soul power flowing through his meridians was indescribably comfortable.

Time passed slowly. Tang San was now surrounded by thick steam. His body had just recovered, and the massive output of soul power combined with precise control had indeed placed a considerable burden on him. However, his eight extraordinary meridians were already open, and his soul power recovery speed was much faster than that of ordinary soul masters. The continuous cycle made the process of opening up Jixiang's meridians feel like self-cultivation, while his own recovered meridians were also continuously circulated and strengthened through the Xuan Tian Gong.

Finally, the last meridian was opened. Tang San struck Jixiang's back with thirteen palms, his deep and authoritative voice ringing in Jixiang's ears, "Do not make a sound or lose heart. Continue to cultivate and consolidate according to the circulation route I taught you."

As expected, Ji Xiang remained silent. The soul power transformed from the Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King, along with the amplification from opening his eight extraordinary meridians, allowed him to completely control his soul power for cultivation. Even if he were asked to give up that blissful, ethereal feeling now, he wouldn't want to.

Tang San himself also entered into cultivation. He needed to replenish the soul power he had consumed, and he also needed to digest the alien energy stored in the Eight Spider Lances as soon as possible to avoid any trouble.

A day and a night passed just like that. It wasn't until the next morning that the groans of the injured man on the bed woke Tang San and his companion.

Tang San slowly opened his eyes. Ji Xiang had also finished his practice and stood up, respectfully standing beside Tang San. "Teacher." He understood, of course, the immense benefits Tang San had brought him. At this moment, he could clearly feel that the world around him had changed. All the colors were so vibrant, his vision was crystal clear, and the indescribable comfort within his body allowed him to experience a realm he had never known before.

Tang San smiled slightly and said, "Actually, you are very talented. I have opened up your eight extraordinary meridians, so your future cultivation will definitely be twice as effective. However, if you want to achieve something, you must be diligent. No matter how good your talent is, it is useless without diligent cultivation."

"Yes," Jixiang replied honestly.

"He needs his dressing changed." Tang San pointed to the injured man, and Ji Xiang quickly nodded. To be honest, the day and night of cultivation had made him forget about everything else.

After changing the wounded man's dressing and feeding him something, Jixiang prepared food for Tang San and himself. The two ate and talked.

"Teacher, what level of Soul Master are you? There are quite a few Soul Masters in the Purple Pearl Pirate Crew, but you give me a different feeling than them." Jixiang had lost her original indifference towards Tang San, and all that remained was respect and admiration.

A Soul Master who can help a useless person with zero Soul Power to cultivate—how great that is! At least he had never heard of such a thing before.

Tang San smiled slightly and said, "You'll know in time. Tell me about your situation. How are you feeling? Have you memorized the cultivation path?"

Jixiang nodded and said, "I've memorized it, but no matter how I cultivate, my soul power doesn't seem to increase at all. Is it because I haven't been cultivating for long enough?"

Tang San chuckled, "It would be a miracle if you could improve any further. Don't you know that once a Soul Master reaches a certain level, they must obtain Soul Rings before they can continue cultivating?"

Ji Xiang's usually steady hand trembled slightly, and the dried fish fell onto the table. "You, you mean..."

Tang San nodded and said, "If even with a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng king and me opening your eight extraordinary meridians, you still can't possess innate full soul power, then wouldn't all my efforts yesterday have been in vain? You need to obtain your first soul ring before you can continue cultivating. If I'm not mistaken, your soul power is at least level fifteen. Of course, it will only be apparent after you obtain your first soul ring."

Jixiang stared blankly at Tang San for a long time before finally managing to utter, "Teacher, you are so great. I have never heard of anyone enabling someone with zero soul power to cultivate."

Tang San smiled wryly, "My cultivation method is special; only those with strong soul power or those who have cultivated it since childhood have the possibility of mastering it. However, I don't have that many ten-thousand-year-old ginseng kings. You're a special case, aren't you?"

Jixiang sincerely said, "Thank you, teacher."

Tang San pondered for a moment, then asked, "Jixiang, are you acquainted with the leader of the Purple Pearl Pirate Gang?"

Jixiang nodded and said, "I'm fairly familiar with the area. I'm the only doctor here, and I've treated many pirates. They seem to respect me. Teacher, would you like to see the captain of Purple Pearl's crew?"

Tang San nodded. "There were eight of us on this voyage, but we got separated after encountering a powerful sea spirit beast. If possible, I'd like to ask the Purple Pearl Pirate Crew to help search for us at sea. I'm willing to pay a high price to hire them."

Jixiang thought for a moment and said, "It should be fine. I'll take you to see her then. But you should freshen up first."

After a quick wash, Tang San changed into his own white robe, combed his hair, and shaved his beard, revealing his true appearance. Even Ji Xiang, a fellow man, was momentarily stunned. Tang San's looks and demeanor were far superior to those of the pirates present. Especially his calm and elegant demeanor, which made one feel inferior in comparison.

Leaving the wooden house, Jixiang led Tang San deeper into Purple Pearl Island. As they walked, Jixiang said, "Teacher, there are about three thousand pirates on Purple Pearl Island. Of them, about fifteen hundred are capable of fighting, including two hundred Soul Masters. The strongest among them is the captain, Purple Pearl. She is a level sixty-eight Soul Emperor. She is extremely powerful. It was precisely because of her strength that she became the captain. Under her command are four Soul Kings over level fifty. They have more than forty ships of various sizes, the largest of which, the Purple Pearl, can accommodate five hundred pirates. It is Captain Purple Pearl's flagship and is extremely famous in the surrounding waters."

Having recovered, Tang San was filled with worry for his companions' safety. Firstly, none of them could swim. While survival in the ocean shouldn't be too much of a problem for them, given their Soul Master strength, encountering sea beasts would be extremely difficult. Before losing consciousness, he clearly remembered Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing being severely injured. Of the remaining group, only Fatty possessed some fighting strength.

Tang San had decided that once he met Purple Pearl, the leader of the Purple Pearl Pirate Gang, he would do whatever it took to get their help in the search. More than ten days had passed, and now he could only pray that everyone was safe and sound.

Passing through a dense forest, a large cluster of houses came into view. It looked more like a huge village. Most of the houses were made of wood, surrounded by dense forest. The location was clearly excellent. Typhoons are common at sea, and the surrounding forest provides much-needed protection for the village.

There were no protective measures around the entire village, but as soon as Jixiang brought Tang San here, he couldn't help but exclaim, "What's going on? Is there some happy occasion? Usually, purple lanterns are only hung up by every household at the end of the year or during the Lunar New Year."

Tang San then noticed that each wooden house in the village had two large purple lanterns hanging in front of it, but they were not lit up as it was daytime.

Tang San naturally didn't care about these things; what he cared about was persuading the Purple Pearl Pirate Crew to help him search for and rescue his companions.

As the two were preparing to enter the village, they encountered a tall pirate, the same burly man who had brought the wounded yesterday. Upon seeing Jixiang and Tang San, he was overjoyed and hurried to greet them.

"Dear Doctor Jixiang, is my brother alright?"

Jixiang said, "He's fine. There haven't been any negative reactions after taking the medication, and his injuries have stabilized. But he needs rest. In two more days, you can carry him home."

The tall pirate breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. We really owe you a lot this time. I only have one younger brother, and I don't know how to thank the divine doctor enough. Don't worry, I'll definitely bring back the medicinal herbs you mentioned next time I go to sea. What brings you here?"

Jixiang said, "We want to see the commander. By the way, why are purple lanterns hanging all day? Is there some happy occasion?"

The tall pirate slapped his forehead and laughed, "It's all my fault. I was busy with my brother's affairs yesterday. I forgot to tell you something so important. Today is the captain's big day! The wedding is tonight."

Jixiang was stunned for a moment, then her expression turned strange. "The regimental commander is getting married? Who dares to marry her?"

The tall pirate was startled and quickly made a shushing gesture. "Keep your voice down, don't let the captain's men hear. Otherwise, it'll be troublesome. It's not about getting married, it's about taking a wife. Our captain..." He coughed awkwardly twice, and seeing someone passing by in the distance, he quickly covered up his words, saying, "I'm going to see the divine doctor to check on my brother. You'll know when you see the captain."

Listening to the conversation between Jixiang and the tall pirate, Tang San couldn't help but frown. If the leader of the Purple Pearl Pirate Gang got married, would he still be willing to help him rescue people?

Upon entering the village, almost everyone who saw Ji Xiang, regardless of age or gender, would greet him warmly. This showed that although Ji Xiang was young, he held a high position within the Purple Pearl Pirate Gang. Quite a few pirates had received favors from him.

As they walked deeper into the village, Jixiang pointed to a particularly tall wooden house ahead and said, "That's where the regimental commander lives."

Tang San looked in the direction Jixiang was pointing, and the next moment, his whole body trembled violently, and he stopped abruptly. Jixiang clearly heard a series of cracking sounds, like popping beans, coming from his teacher's body behind him. Turning his head, he immediately saw that Tang San's eyes were emitting purple-gold light, each a full three feet long, and the intense killing intent seemed to freeze the air. The domineering and powerful pressure almost made Jixiang fall to the ground, uncontrollably taking several steps back.

In shock, Jixiang followed Tang San's gaze and saw six people tied to pillars in front of the largest wooden house. Their faces were not visible, but judging from the tattered state of their clothes, they were clearly in poor health.

Jixiang couldn't see clearly, but that didn't mean Tang San couldn't. These six people were none other than his missing companions. Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Ma Hongjun, and Bai Chenxiang, with Xiao Wu missing. Each of the six was bound to a wooden stake with a thick iron chain, their breaths weak, and their physical condition extremely poor.

Seeing this scene, how could Tang San not be furious? A deep roar rang out from Tang San's mouth, and gradually, the roar became louder and louder, soaring into the sky with his overwhelming anger. The powerful energy fluctuations were released without any reservation, and the back of his clothes suddenly tore apart, and the eight spider spears of mottled colors burst out from his back.

Jixiang felt that Tang San seemed like a completely different person at this moment—domineering, sinister, and full of murderous intent. Without even asking, he could guess that the six people tied up there must be related to his newly apprenticed master. He hurriedly called out, "Master, you—"

The Eight Spider Lances suddenly pierced the ground, and before Jixiang could finish speaking, Tang San's body shot out like a cannonball, accompanied by an even louder roar, heading straight for the wooden house.

Hearing Tang San's howl, the six people tied to the wooden stakes barely raised their heads. Their spirits improved, and a glimmer of hope mixed with tears welled up in their eyes.

With a flash of light, almost instantly, Tang San was already in front of them. His Eight Spider Lances swept coldly across, shattering the iron chains. The Shrek Five Monsters and Bai Chenxiang slid to the ground, panting heavily.

Tang San delivered a powerful punch, slamming it heavily into the wall of the wooden house in front of him. His punch carried an extremely strong shockwave, and with a deafening roar, the wall in front of him shattered into fragments that flew out.

From the initial roar to the smashing of the house with a single punch, it was all a very short process. Tang San's anger had reached its limit. Regardless of how Jixiang had previously evaluated the Purple Pearl Pirate Crew, those who had harmed his companions were now absolute enemies.

The wall broke open, and Tang San saw a scene that made his eyes widen in horror. A person of medium build, dressed in a purple robe, was facing away from him, and in his arms, he was holding Xiao Wu, who was struggling and only wearing her close-fitting Eight Treasures Ruyi Soft Armor.

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