Chapter 271: 290. Darkened Me, Ah San
"It's not the right time to kill him yet." Ah Yin looked at that blue silver grass. What she didn't say was: Behind Tang San stands a God King.
"Besides, for this shameless one who possessed my son, just killing him like that would be too easy on him." Thinking of Tang San, Ah Yin's face filled with disgust.
Now, the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline had been reclaimed by her, and Tang San had completely lost his right to inherit the Blue Silver Emperor (Of course, exceptions if certain gods descend and forcibly intervene.) Next, it was about seeing how to waste his other martial soul.
On the way back, Tang San carefully pondered his future.
He tried cultivating the blue silver grass and felt the conflict between the soul rings and the martial soul's attributes, making his cultivation speed slow to an almost negligible level.
Without the Mysterious Heaven Technique, with his 41st level Soul Elder realm, reaching Soul King would probably take seventy or eighty years, impossible otherwise. Even with the Mysterious Heaven Technique's boost, Tang San estimated it would take about ten years to reach Soul King.
Ten years. After ten years, he would be twenty-four. In his previous life, at twenty-four, he had already become a god. In this life, at twenty-four, he could only achieve Soul King. The huge disparity made it impossible for Tang San to accept for a moment.
The grief and frustration in his heart had nowhere to vent, so he could only find an outlet. Thus, Tang San thought of the culprit who attached poison attribute soul rings to his blue silver grass—Yu Xiaogang.
"Gangzi, you are guilty of heinous crimes. All this is because of you. If not for you, I wouldn't have fallen to this state. Wait. After the soul master tournament ends, after you have no use left, see how I, Tang San, deal with you." Tang San said resentfully.
The problem facing Tang San now was obvious. Continuing to cultivate the blue silver grass martial soul would only waste his talent. Tang San could only choose to switch to the Haotian Hammer. But switching to the Haotian Hammer meant that soul rings for this martial soul could only start at the thousand-year level (Tang San's physical quality wasn't yet sufficient for attaching ten-thousand-year soul rings to the Haotian Hammer.) What difference would such a cultivated Haotian Hammer have from a single martial soul Haotian Hammer?
Tang San still hadn't attached soul rings to the Haotian Hammer, due to two factors. First, because Tang San was alone, with no one to help, he couldn't hunt the soul rings he desired.
Second, Tang San felt he still had a chance. In his previous life, after becoming the Asura God, Tang San learned many secrets. For example, his father participated in the Slaughter City under the Asura God's arrangement. His mother transformed into human form and fell in love with his father under the Asura God's influence. They gave birth to him, drawing Spirit Hall's pursuit, and finally his mother was forced to sacrifice to his father. All this was the Asura God's arrangement. The Asura God wanted him to inherit his mother's emperor position, so he arranged for his mother to step aside, shifting the Blue Silver Emperor position.
Tang San thought that his rightful emperor position was usurped by another Blue Silver King, and his Blue Silver Emperor bloodline was stripped away. The Asura God in the God Realm shouldn't remain indifferent, right? To cultivate him, he should provide some compensation or trial, restoring his bloodline.
I am this era's child of destiny, the child summoned by the Asura God. I can't possibly be this miserable, right? There should still be a turning point.
With this idea, Tang San held back the urge to attach soul rings to the Haotian Hammer and returned to Heaven Dou City.
Returning to the Heaven Dou City's Royal Soul Arena, Tang San's timing was just right, and he happened to see Shrek's soul fighting match against Milan Academy.
The short, stocky Tang San, with somewhat rough and dark skin, arrived among the audience and watched the match.
Once again, he saw Yu Tianheng and Xiao Wu's bodies fusing in mid-air. Immediately after, that blue rabbit-dragon appeared before Tang San's eyes.
This once again reminded Tang San of the content in Shi Nian's illusion. Yu Tianheng, that dog, used repeated martial soul fusion techniques to win Xiao Wu's heart. The illusion reflected into reality. Tang San's dark arms gripped the railing tightly, veins bulging. His eyes turned red, breathing heavily like an ox, eyeballs bulging like goldfish eyes as he stared at the blue rabbit-dragon below the stage.
The rabbit-dragon frequently teleported amid the enemy's formation, eliminating opponents with thunderous speed, ultimately securing victory.
When the martial soul fusion ended, Yu Tianheng's handsome and tall figure and Xiao Wu's petite and charming figure appeared before the crowd, the audience erupted in earth-shattering cheers—
"Shrek, Jade Rabbit combo forever, Shrek, Jade Rabbit combo forever—"
On the soul fighting stage, Yu Tianheng held the petite Xiao Wu, receiving the crowd's cheers.
Tang San's eyes turned so red they seemed about to burst. His nostrils flared wide enough to fit a billiard ball in each. From his large nostrils, hot steam billowed out every moment.
Tang San's short ape-like arms extended, revealing the dark muscles formed from years of blacksmithing under the scorching sun. He pounded his chest fiercely, letting out a shrill baboon-like cry.
However, his howl was drowned in the audience's cheers and applause.
After the match, as the Shrek Trio was about to leave, they were blocked by a short black lump.
"Where did this black lump come from, blocking Young Master Dai's path?" Just as Dai Mubai was about to punch this black lump, the black lump spoke, his voice making Dai Mubai hesitate: "Mubai, don't you recognize me?"
Dai Mubai withdrew his fist and looked at the short black lump in front of him with surprise and doubt. The attentive Oscar, after carefully examining the black lump, soon whispered to Dai Mubai: "Dai boss, don't you think he looks a lot like Ah San?"
"Ah San?" Dai Mubai also reacted. He lowered his head and carefully scrutinized the black lump's face before finding some familiarity on that rough and sloppy big face: "You are... Ah San?"
"I am Tang San." Tang San said with a dark face, which made his face even darker.
"Ah San, you..." Dai Mubai pointed at Tang San, not knowing what to say for a moment. He asked: "How did you end up like this?"
In the Shrek team, Yu Tianheng, Dai Mubai, and Oscar were representatives of handsomeness. Among them, Yu Tianheng and Dai Mubai were masculine, while Oscar was feminine. Tang San's looks weren't high, but at least they were above Er Ming and Ma Hongjun. But after this trip and return, Tang San's overall looks directly hit rock bottom.
"And..." Dai Mubai placed his hand on Tang San's head, then shifted it to his own neck level. "How did you become so short?"
Originally, Tang San's height wasn't tall but not short either, reaching Dai Mubai's forehead. But now, he was purely a short dark lump.
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