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

"Title Douluo..."

Tang San clenched his small, thin fists, muttering to himself, his heart pounding like a drum.

"A Titled Douluo standing at the true pinnacle of this continent?!"

After a long while, the morning breeze on the mountainside finally dispelled the cold sweat on Tang San's body, and he slowly calmed down from the suffocating shock.

But what followed was a sense of panic and helplessness.

The legendary Title Douluo has actually set his sights on his Purple Demon Eye!

This is a closely guarded secret of the Tang Clan, and it should absolutely not be handed over.

But... if he doesn't give it to them, will they just let it go?

What if he stubbornly refuses again tomorrow, and really angers that unfathomable big shot, and the other party slaps him to death?

What I just saw was incredibly shocking.

With a flick of the wrist, one can shatter rocks; with a shake of the hand, one can perfectly restore them.

Faced with such a near-miraculous, time-reversing technique, he was nothing more than an ant and clearly had no power to resist.

But, are we really going to hand over the Tang Clan's secret techniques to others?

With extremely complicated and uneasy feelings, Tang San returned to the blacksmith shop in Holy Soul Village with heavy steps.

However, Tang San froze as soon as he reached the door.

According to usual practice, at this time, his father, Tang Hao, should be lying in bed fast asleep, completely drunk.

But today, Tang Hao got up early for the first time ever. His tall but slightly hunched figure stood at the entrance of the blacksmith shop, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"where have you been?"

Tang Hao looked at Tang San as he approached and asked in a hoarse voice.

Tang San's heart tightened, and he answered honestly, "I...I'm doing my morning exercise on the back mountain."

A sharp glint flashed in Tang Hao's cloudy eyes as he stared intently at Tang San: "Who was that person next to you just now?"

Tang San suddenly looked up, his face full of astonishment: "Dad, you saw it?!"

"Answer me." Tang Hao didn't waste any words and continued to press, "Who was that person? What did he say to you?"

Sensing the unusually serious aura emanating from his father, Tang San swallowed hard, daring not to hide anything:

"That person... said he was very interested in a kind of eye technique I practiced and wanted me to teach him. He also said that as long as I was willing to teach, I could name whatever conditions I wanted. He said he would come to see me again tomorrow morning."

Tang San paused, his voice carrying a barely suppressed sense of awe:

"Dad, he seems to be... a legendary Title Douluo. And just now, right in front of me, he casually smashed that big hill behind the mountain into pieces with a single blow, and then with a shake of his hand, he restored all the rubble and soil! It's amazing!"

As Tang San described it, Tang Hao's facial muscles twitched slightly, and his expression became increasingly solemn and deep.

Title Douluo!

For a titled Douluo, splitting mountains and shattering rocks is an easy task.

But... after being shattered, how can the mountain instantly regenerate?!

What kind of bizarre method is this?

Tang Hao's mind raced as he searched through all the top experts he knew.

Does the Spirit Hall have any Title Douluo with such a strange ability?

Absolutely not.

If it's not someone from the Spirit Hall, then where did this monster come from?

Before that deafening roar erupted, even with his keen senses as the dignified Haotian Douluo, he hadn't detected that person's presence at all!

Upon hearing the commotion, he immediately released his spiritual power to check the back mountain, only to find that the person's aura had completely vanished in an instant.

"The power of space... Could it be that old bone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Gu Rong?" Tang Hao wondered to himself.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

No matter how strange the ancient banyan tree's spatial abilities are, it absolutely cannot instantly restore a destroyed hill.

Most importantly, that person didn't use any soul skill fluctuations at all while doing all this!

If it's not a soul skill, then it can only be a talent domain inherent to the martial soul, or some kind of incredible bloodline ability.

To be able to conceal one's aura so perfectly, completely avoiding his perception, this person's cultivation level must be above his.

If that's the case, then it absolutely cannot be some nobody who has just been promoted on the mainland.

Suddenly, an unbelievable thought flashed through Tang Hao's mind.

Could it be... a titled Douluo from Seagod Island?!

The Fasno Province is located on the western border of the Tiandou Empire, and it is less than a thousand miles away from the Hanhai City on the west coast.

Although Tang Hao has been living in seclusion in Holy Soul Village as a blacksmith for many years, putting on a decadent appearance of being indifferent to worldly affairs, he still occasionally goes to Notting City to inquire about major events on the continent out of vigilance for being wanted by the Spirit Hall.

During this time, news of the earth-shattering event that occurred in Hanhai City had already reached Notting City.

A terrifying "Demon God Douluo" suddenly appeared on Poseidon Island and single-handedly slaughtered two Title Douluo elders of the Spirit Hall outside Hanhai City!

The thought of the Spirit Hall's humiliation ignited a burning flame of revenge in Tang Hao's cloudy eyes.

But in just a moment, the flame was extinguished like a candle flickering in the wind, once again shrouded in deep despair and powerlessness.

"Even if it really is him, so what?"

Tang Hao bitterly mocked himself in his heart.

Ah Yin is gone; he's now just a cripple barely surviving with his son.

The battle between Seagod Island and the Spirit Hall was something a wanted criminal like him had no place to concern himself with.

Tang Hao sighed, pulling himself out of his complicated thoughts.

He turned around, staggered to the door, picked up the half-empty bottle of cheap beer, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

The spicy liquor trickled down his throat. Tang Hao wiped his mouth and, without turning around, said to Tang San behind him:

"Just teach him what he wants tomorrow."

Tang San was stunned, never expecting his father to agree so readily: "But Dad..."

There are no "buts".

Tang Hao interrupted him, "As for him asking you to name your terms... just ask him for some gold coins and money to improve our family's meals."

Tang Hao turned his head and gave Tang San a deep look.

"Remember, just ask for money, don't be greedy and ask for too much. People of that level don't have good tempers, lest you annoy them and get slapped to death."

Chapter 307 Nan Feng: Your cultivation technique is impure.

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The next morning, as soon as the sky began to lighten, Tang San arrived at the small hill outside the village on time, just as he always did.

He sat cross-legged, facing east, and as the first wisp of purple aura rose from the east, he began cultivating the Purple Demon Eye.

After an unknown amount of time, when the purple aura completely dissipated, Tang San slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes again.

As soon as he opened his eyes, unsurprisingly, Nan Feng, dressed in black like a ghost, was already standing in front of him, looking down at him.

Tang San's breath hitched, and he instinctively felt a sense of tension.

He quickly stood up and respectfully greeted, "Senior."

"Hmm." Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone casual. "Have you thought it through? What conditions do you want?"

Tang San took a deep breath, and instead of stating his terms directly, he carefully took out a slightly rough piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over with both hands.

The paper was covered with dense writing, which was the cultivation method of "Purple Demon Eye" that he had memorized and written down overnight.

Of course, this technique is not complete.

After yesterday's shock and his father's warning, Tang San knew very well that he couldn't refuse this thing. If he really angered the other party, both he and his father would be in mortal danger.

However, how much to give and how to give it are matters for the Tang Clan disciples to decide.

The Purple Demon Eye is divided into four realms: Perspective, Detail, Mustard Seed, and Vastness.

With a deep understanding of this unique skill, Tang San cleverly modified and deleted several key points related to drawing in purple energy and breaking through mental power when he was reciting it from memory.

If the other party cultivates according to the method on this paper, they can indeed develop the Purple Demon Eye, but because they lack the core method, they will be forever trapped in the first level of "Overview" and will have no chance to break through to a higher level.

Nan Feng took the paper and simply glanced at it.

With his terrifying mental strength, he instantly imprinted all the contents of the paper into his mind.

Then, following the above-mentioned luck-enhancing methods, he immediately began to try them out in his mind.

It only took a few breaths.

A strange, pure and profound purple light appeared deep within Nan Feng's eyes!

Tang San was completely stunned by what he saw.

How can this be? !

No matter how high one's talent or how good one's comprehension, the Purple Demon Eye must still cultivate in the face of the brief purple aura of the East each morning.

Even the most exceptional genius needs at least several months, or even half a year, of hard work to barely get the basics down!

But this man in front of me, in broad daylight, only glanced at the cultivation technique, didn't even sit down to meditate, and in just a few breaths...

They actually mastered it right away?!

What kind of monster is he?!

Nan Feng ignored Tang San's ghost-like expression.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the warm power within them, and nodded in satisfaction.

This thing is actually quite interesting.

Combined with his terrifyingly deep spiritual power, even though he had only just begun learning, he could clearly feel that his dynamic vision had almost doubled.