With his mastery in toxicology Tang San was able to bring the poison under control and save Tang Hao's life.
After stabilizing Tang Hao's condition and ensuring his breathing had returned to normal, Tang San finally sat down in silence.
Tang San lowered his head, his eyes filled with turbulence.
'Too many variables…'
From the moment he regained his future memories into this world, things had gradually deviated from the memories buried in his mind. But until now, those deviations had still been within a controllable range.
This time, however, the changes were too great.
And the unmistakable sense that someone was deliberately pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Tang San lifted his gaze and looked at the Shrek Monsters.
Each of them possessed extraordinary talent, yet he knew all too well—
'With so many unknown variables, if our Martial Souls does not evolve… then winning the championship will be nothing more than a pipe dream.'
A faint chill crept into his heart.
Among the prizes was the Wisdom Soul Bone, something he had once firmly believed would be his. However, the fact that four ancestral soul bones of the Clear Sky Clan were placed on display like bargaining chips ignited a far greater fury within him.
His fists clenched tightly.
"Spirit Hall…" Tang San shouted towards the sky.
In his heart, the conclusion was absolute.
'Spirit Hall and I are irreconcilable.'
A cold, merciless resolve surfaced in his eyes.
'Whoever planned this… Whoever dared to use this to humiliate my father, my clan— I will nail that person to the pillar of shame for the next ten thousand years. Only then will my anger will be somewhat relieved.'
The fire of hatred burned quietly, steadily.
Only after venting his rage through that outburst did Tang San finally feel a trace of calm return.
His breathing gradually steadied.
'Rage is meaningless' he reminded himself coldly. 'I will use all of my accumulated knowledge,' Tang San thought, his eyes dark and focused, 'to make us strong again.'
In his memories of the future 10,000 years later, there existed a sect known as the Body Sect—a force that walked a path entirely different from ordinary Soul Masters. They possessed a complete and systematic set of methods to awaken martial souls second time through extreme conditions, forcing the body to undergo repeated destruction and rebirth.
'While we do not possess original body-type martial souls…'
Tang San's gaze sharpened.
'If we construct extreme environments and combine them with high-grade, highly targeted medicinal herbs, there should be a chance for a second awakening, or even an evolution, of martial souls.'
Since losing control over the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, one of his most crucial foundations had collapsed. That treasure land had once provided him with limitless possibilities—now it had become an unreachable luxury.
He paced slowly, racking his brain for alternatives.
'Without that place… I need another source of high grade medicinal herbs.'
And not just a little , a large quantities of medicinal herbs.
Tang San stopped.
'To achieve all of this,' he thought calmly, 'I need a force capable of continuously supplying soul master resources.'
Then his gaze shifted.
Not far away, Ning Rongrong was running laps around the training ground, a basket filled with heavy stones strapped to her back. It was clearly one of the brutal physical training methods Master Yu Xiaogang insisted upon.
Oscar was talking to her at the moment " Rongrong I prepared this orange juice and this sausage will help you recover some strength."
Tang San walked over thinking ' Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai has already run to brothels, I need to straighten them a little, otherwise with their laid back character winning the Soul Master competition is nothing but a pipe dream.'
"Rongrong," he said evenly, "can you contact your father? I want to discuss a business deal with him."
Ning Rongrong stopped drinking the juice, turning her head to glance at him sideways. A sly glint flashed in her eyes.
"Are you trying to raise the price of the hidden weapons again?" she asked suspiciously.
Tang San couldn't help but smile faintly.
He had already demonstrated his talent in crafting Tang Sect hidden weapons earlier. Ning Fengzhi had immediately recognized their value, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had already entered into a purchase agreement with him.
But this time—Tang San's smile faded.
What he wanted was far more than a transaction.
This time, he wanted an alliance.
An offensive and defensive alliance between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and a future force that would stand in direct opposition to Spirit Hall.
And when the Tang Sect will be formally established in the future, the weapons needed to arm the members would already be prepared in advance.
The key bargaining chip will be the method for martial soul second awakening—or evolution.
Tang San met Ning Rongrong's gaze, his expression grim and serious.
"No," he said slowly. "This deal is far more important than the last one."
Ning Rongrong was taken aback.
She studied his face for a moment before nodding. Without another word, she turned and walked toward her Soul Saint bodyguard, clearly intending to relay the message to her father immediately.
Only after she left did Tang San exhale quietly. A trace of anticipation surfaced in his eyes.
'If this goes smoothly…Then the alliance opposing Spirit Hall will be formed far earlier than it ever did in my memories.'
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Tang San's fantasy had been beautiful. But reality answered him with a ruthless slap.
After meeting Ning Fengzhi, when Tang San laid bare his ambitions, his plans, and his irreconcilable hatred toward Spirit Hall before Ning Fengzhi, the response he received was calm, concise, and merciless.
"No."