Chapter 117 Stealing Tang San's Opportunity.
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Gu Rong felt his soul power breaking through to level 97, and the Bone Dragon Martial Soul's clearer control over spatial perception.
A rather satisfied expression appeared on his face.
"Haha, I actually ranked seventeenth, not bad, not bad!"
Gu Rong laughed.
Although he said he was satisfied, he knew perfectly well that he was ranked this way.
On one hand, it was because his strength had improved after receiving the Heavenly Curtain reward last time.
On the other hand, it was probably because the monsters ahead of him were too abnormal.
On the contrary, his "solid" defense and special spatial ability stood out.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, holding the Seven Kill Sword, rarely showed a smile, and said, "Congratulations, old bone, it seems that your tough bones are still quite favored by the Heavenly Curtain." Ning Fengzhi also breathed a sigh of relief, and a gratified smile appeared on his face: "Uncle Bone being on the list is truly a blessing for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"
"With this ranking, our sect's position will be even more stable in the future."
He thought to himself.
With Bone Uncle's strength increasing, the sect's defensive foundation became even stronger.
They were all very clear-headed... this ranking was already quite good.
Facing the numerous elders of the Spirit Hall, and the unfathomable Beidou Academy, whose number of powerful figures was still unknown, it was already remarkable that Bone Douluo could rank seventeenth.
Spirit Hall, Hall of Elders.
Thousand-Pound Douluo and Light Feather Douluo looked at Gu Rong ranked seventeenth.
Their faces were so gloomy that they were almost dripping with water.
"That old bone Gu Rong is only relying on his thick defense and that little bit of spatial ability!"
Thousand-Pound Douluo said indignantly, "If it were a head-on attack, how could he be a match for my Panlong Staff!"
Light Feather Douluo also sneered: "If it weren't for his luck last time, receiving the Heavenly Curtain reward, which improved his strength and made his spatial control stronger."
"With his previous strength, how could he be ranked ahead of us?"
They were extremely unwilling!
They believed that Gu Rong had taken advantage of "special status" and "early rewards."
If it were based on attack power and head-on combat ability...
They were confident that they were no weaker than Gu Rong, and perhaps even stronger.
Qian Daoliu saw their dissatisfaction but did not offer any words of comfort.
He simply said, "The rankings have their own criteria; defense, spatial awareness, and support are all part of strength."
"Instead of complaining, think about how to improve yourself. A true strong person isn't limited to just one thing."
His words sent a chill down Qianjun and Guangling's spines.
Although still unconvinced, they could only suppress their anger and turn their gaze back to the sky.
They wanted to see who was ranked higher up! Where would that Bibi Dong rank?
The eyes of the entire continent followed the rising golden light, focusing on the soon-to-be-revealed sixteenth place!
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
Notting City.
In the hidden cave behind Holy Soul Village.
Tang Hao, like a tattered sack, crashed heavily onto the cold ground, kicking up dust.
He didn't even have the strength to stand.
"Cough cough!" He could only lean against the rock wall, gasping for breath.
Each breath brought excruciating pain, tearing his entire body apart and bringing out more blood.
He struggled to examine his body internally, and his heart sank to the bottom.
His meridians were ruptured inch by inch.
Soul power scattered and swirled within, utterly unable to coalesce.
The once solid, mountain-like Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul was now dull and lifeless.
Fine cracks covered the hammer's surface, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.
Most terrifyingly, his life essence flickered like a candle in the wind, shrouded in a deathly, decaying aura.
This was the combined result of the Ten Thousand Demon King's soul power erosion and the backlash from the exploding ring.
His soul power level had plummeted from the ninety-sixth level, barely achieved with the help of the Heavenly Curtain's reward, to the Soul Saint realm.
And it was still slowly fading and declining.
The hidden injuries that had accumulated over many years erupted under this devastating impact, like a dam collapsing and a raging flood.
Tang Hao gasped for breath like a broken bellows, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.
He could clearly feel his life rapidly slipping away. He probably wouldn't even last a day.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
Just then, deep within the cave...
The Blue Silver Emperor, its entire body a deep blue and radiating a soft glow, seemed to sense its companion's impending death.
It began to sway violently.
Countless blue-gold specks of light, like the gentlest raindrops, drifted from the blades of grass, carrying a vast and pure life force.
They flowed continuously into Tang Hao's body.
This was Ah Yin's instinct; her remaining consciousness desperately trying to save her beloved.
Wherever the blue-gold light touched, the wounds on Tang Hao's body began to heal slowly at a visible pace, and the excruciating pain lessened slightly.
But this was ultimately only a temporary fix, not a cure.
Ah Yin was currently only in her nascent form, possessing a rudimentary intelligence.
Her life energy was like a drop in the ocean compared to Tang Hao's near-collapsed essence and the damage to his martial soul.
Tang Hao felt the faint yet unwavering healing power within him, a trace of tenderness and deeper pain flashing in his cloudy eyes.
He stretched out a trembling hand, as if caressing Ah Yin's leaves in the air, his voice hoarse and low.
"Ah Yin, I'm sorry, I've made you worry again."
He couldn't die!
At least, not now!
His mistress hadn't truly grown up yet.
The revenge for the Clear Sky Sect was still unavenged!
The Spirit Hall still stands…
He still has too many unfinished business!
A strong will to survive sustained Tang Hao, and a ruthless and resolute light flashed in his eyes.
He struggled, using his last bit of strength, to crawl towards an extremely hidden earthen hole in the corner of the cave.
His hands trembled as he dug out a sealed box made of special jade.
The moment the box opened, an aura of life essence far more powerful and pure than that emanating from Ah Yin's true form instantly filled the entire cave!
Inside the box, a crystal-clear spirit bone, perfectly shaped like a leg and radiating a blue-gold luster, lay quietly.
It was the right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor!
This spirit bone was the most precious legacy left by Ah Yin during her sacrifice, and also Tang Hao's deepest pain and last thought.
He originally planned to give this spirit bone to Xiao San when he reached the corresponding level, so that he could inherit his mother's power.
But now… he couldn't wait any longer.
Looking at the soul bone, Tang Hao's eyes were filled with endless guilt and pain. He spoke to Ah Yin's original form, his voice choked with sobs.
"Ah Yin, I can't just fall like this. Xiao San still needs me. I'm sorry..."
He knew that absorbing this soul bone might allow him to use the immense life essence and energy it contained to forcibly stabilize his collapsing body and martial soul, and even perhaps repair some of his injuries.
But this would undoubtedly be a "desecration" of his deceased wife.
It would be using the opportunity that should have belonged to his son on himself, a "useless person."
However, he had no choice.
"For Xiao San, for revenge, I must live!"
The last trace of hesitation in Tang Hao's eyes transformed into utter madness and determination.
He no longer hesitated.
He held the warm, smooth blue silver emperor right leg bone in his hands.
Enduring the pain, he took out the original soul bone and, following the method of a soul master absorbing soul bones, attached it to his right leg!
"Buzz!"
The blue-gold light instantly engulfed Tang Hao completely!
The vast, ocean-like life energy surged into his riddled body like a burst dam.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, at
Shrek Academy's new temporary base, Tang San was gathered with Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and others, exchanging their experiences and cultivation insights from the recent period.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Tang San's heart skipped a beat.
An indescribable emptiness and sense of loss washed over him without warning.
It was as if some crucial opportunity was slipping away from him, or rather… being altered.
He instinctively clutched his chest, his brow furrowing.
"Little San, what's wrong?"
The observant Dai Mubai immediately noticed his unusual state and asked with concern.
Tang San shook his head.
The feeling came and went quickly.
He lowered his hand somewhat blankly: "Nothing, I just suddenly feel… like I've lost something very important."
He couldn't describe the feeling precisely. He could only attribute it to the pressure from the recent tense situation.
"Maybe you're overthinking it, Third Brother," Oscar patted his shoulder. "Our most important thing now is to cultivate diligently and settle accounts with the Spirit Hall in the future!"
Mentioning the Spirit Hall…
Ma Hongjun was immediately filled with righteous indignation.
His fat face was full of anger: "That's right! That damned Spirit Hall stole my Phoenix Sunflower!"
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