Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

Chapter 305 Holy Soul Village, I'll Be Tang San's Compassionate Father

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After leaving the Star Dou Great Forest, Nan Feng did not return to Wuhun City or Purple Pearl Island. Instead, he turned around and sped towards the Fasno Province in the western part of the Heaven Dou Empire.

If I calculate the time, now is the perfect time to go find Tang San.

If they waited until Tang San was six years old and had awakened his twin martial souls before actively recruiting him, it would seem a bit too deliberate.

Once a transmigrator with such a strong sense of self-preservation realizes that you have a very strong purpose, it will be difficult to truly control him in the future.

Why not take advantage of this opportunity, go up and bump into him, and give him a "masterful shock"?

This kid has lived two lives, and he not only desperately craves recognition, but also desperately craves family affection.

No problem!

As long as he can cultivate this exceptionally good leek, Nan Feng wouldn't mind not only being his strict teacher but also playing the role of his "kind father."

As dawn broke, Nan Feng traversed a long distance and arrived at Notting City on the border of the Fasno Province.

After asking around for directions, he flew directly towards Holy Soul Village.

As soon as he approached the quiet little village, Nan Feng unleashed his vast spiritual perception.

In just a split second, he spotted his target—

On a small hill not far from the village, a thin figure sat cross-legged, facing the rising sun, diligently cultivating the Purple Demon Eye from the Xuan Tian Treasure Record.

Nan Feng flashed and arrived near the small hill in an instant.

He didn't make a sound, but concealed his presence and quietly hovered in mid-air, observing.

Five-year-old Tang San had dark skin, a thin body, and his coarse cloth clothes were patched.

His pale and emaciated appearance clearly indicates long-term malnutrition.

Seeing this miserable state, Nan Feng couldn't help but mentally complain.

That guy Tang Hao really doesn't do anything decent.

As a titled Douluo and one of the three great craftsmen of the continent, even if he just casually made some decent weapons to sell, he wouldn't let his own son starve to this extent.

Time passed by, second by second.

Half an hour later, it was broad daylight.

A faint purple glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, ending his morning training, and opened his eyes.

It was fine if he didn't open his eyes, but as soon as he did, Tang San's heart almost jumped out of his throat!

As soon as he could see, less than three meters in front of him, a tall man dressed in black was floating silently in mid-air with his arms crossed.

The man's pupils held an unusual darkness, and his entire being exuded an ethereal yet extremely dangerous aura.

Tang San's heart was instantly filled with turmoil, but his mindset from two lifetimes came into play.

He suppressed the horror in his heart, instantly concealing the sharpness in his eyes and replacing it with the bewildered expression of a five-year-old child.

He looked up, feigning confusion and naivety, and asked, "Hello, may I ask... what can I do for you?"

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, completely unmoved by his act.

Without even swaying, Nan Feng instantly closed in, looking down at him and getting straight to the point:

"The eye technique you were practicing just now was quite interesting."

Tang San's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong, but on the surface he still wanted to play dumb: "Uncle, what are you talking about? What kind of eye skill is that?"

Nan Feng had no time or inclination to play house with a little kid.

He stared calmly at Tang San, directly piercing through his pretense:

"Alright, stop pretending. Tell me, what is this?"

Under the gaze of those deep eyes that seemed to see through everything, Tang San knew that pretending to be stupid was useless.

He took a deep breath, his mind racing, and threw out a well-prepared, universal excuse:

"This is a martial art recorded in a tattered ancient book that I found by chance in the mountains. It is called Purple Extreme Demon Eye."

"Ancient books?" Nan Feng raised an eyebrow slightly. "Would it be convenient for me to take a look?"

"That thing was too old and worn out, I accidentally lost it," Tang San replied without blushing.

"That's a real shame."

Nan Feng shook his head, but his tone showed no regret. "However, judging from the movements you made while cultivating just now, you have obviously mastered the Purple Demon Eye technique. Since the book is gone, it's enough that you are here."

Nan Feng looked at him, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable domineering air:

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Tang San was taken aback and took a half step back warily: "Senior, what do you mean by that?"

"The meaning is simple. I'm very interested in your skill."

Nan Feng shrugged. "What do you want? Money, power, or even cultivation resources for a Soul Master? Name your price, and I can give you anything. Then, you teach me this skill."

Tang San's expression suddenly tightened.

The Tang Clan's secret techniques must not be easily passed on to outsiders!

Moreover, the other party is a dangerous individual whose background is unknown.

His mind raced, trying to find the perfect excuse to refuse the deal.

However, before he could even utter the words of refusal—

Nan Feng seemed to see through his thoughts. He casually raised his right hand, without even deliberately releasing any fluctuations in his soul power. He simply pointed lightly at a large hill a hundred meters away.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening explosion!

The large hill a hundred meters away suddenly exploded without warning!

Strangely, the shattered earth and rocks did not fly everywhere like in a normal explosion. Instead, they spread outwards very slowly, as if slowed down countless times.

Tang San's pupils dilated violently in an instant, his face filled with horror as he stared at this illogical scene.

This is not over yet.

The next instant, Nan Feng's raised right hand clenched tightly!

The soil and rocks that were slowly spreading outwards suddenly began to recede and return to their original positions at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the rewind button had been pressed!

In the blink of an eye, the hill that had been blown to pieces stood there perfectly again, without even a crack!

It was as if the explosion just now was just an illusion.

This is the power that Nan Feng finally managed to grasp in the initial stages after nearly two years of hard work—the power of time!

Space and time have always been inseparable.

He can now easily manipulate the flow of time within a local space, achieving both time acceleration and time restoration.

Having done all this, Nan Feng lowered his hand, looked back at Tang San, who was completely stunned, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips:

"Now, you can take your time to think about what you want."

"Gudong."

Tang San swallowed hard, and it took him a long time to recover from the complete mental shutdown.

He stared intently at the man in black before him, and despite his best efforts to conceal it, his voice was still dry and stiff from excessive shock:

"You...you are a Soul Master?"

"I guess so." Nan Feng nodded in agreement.

Upon hearing this affirmative answer, Tang San's mind raced through the legends that Old Village Chief Jack always talked about.

This originally ordinary little village was renamed Holy Soul Village with great pride because it once produced a powerful "Soul Saint".

In Tang San's limited understanding, a Soul Saint is already an unapproachable figure, like a celestial being.

"Then you..." Tang San looked at Nan Feng tentatively, his tone becoming increasingly respectful and awe-inspiring, "could you be the legendary... Soul Saint?"

"Soul Saint?"

Upon hearing this nickname, Nan Feng couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't use that kind of person who could be easily killed with one slap to insult me."

Upon hearing this, Tang San's expression instantly froze.

One slap kills a whole bunch of Soul Saints?!

This statement contained a wealth of information, instantly shattering Tang San's newly established understanding of martial arts in this world.

Countless times stronger than a Soul Saint, that can only be the true pinnacle of legend...

Chapter 306: Just teach him, and he can get more money for drinks.

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"Could it be..."

Tang San gasped, his pupils contracted slightly, and his voice trembled, "You are... the legendary Title Douluo?!"

"That's it."

Nan Feng didn't want to dwell on the title any longer, so he just gave a casual reply.

He glanced at the rising sun and said casually, "Think it over carefully, think carefully about what you really want."

"Don't rush to give me an answer. I'll come find you again at this time tomorrow morning."

The voice just fell.

A gentle breeze swept across the small hill.

Nan Feng's figure vanished without warning, just as he had arrived, turning into a blur and disappearing from the spot without leaving a trace of soul power fluctuation.

On the quiet mountainside, only Tang San remained, standing alone in the morning breeze.

He stood there, stunned, his eyes fixed on the spot where Nan Feng had disappeared. His mind kept replaying the terrifying miracle of reversing time and space, and that nonchalant "I suppose so."