Chapter 132 Tang San's Wrath! Revenge on Qian Daobai?!
Tang San slowly raised his left hand.
Buzz!
A small hammer, entirely black with dark gold patterns, appeared in his palm.
Haotian Hammer!
The moment they saw the hammer, the members of the Powerful Clan present held their breath.
A glint of light flashed in Titan's cloudy old eyes.
He burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Good! No wonder he's Tang Hao's son!"
"With this kind of spirit, it's no wonder that our Power Clan has waited for you for so many years!"
After the laughter subsided, his expression turned serious, and he slammed the forging hammer heavily onto the ground.
With a loud bang, the entire ground trembled.
Titan, leading hundreds of his clansmen, knelt down on one knee before Tang San.
"The Power Clan pays respects to the Young Master!"
A sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami echoed through the valley.
Tang San looked at the group of tough men in front of him, and his clenched fists loosened slightly.
He knew this was the beginning of his path of revenge.
"From today onwards, I need your help."
Tang San's voice no longer had the clear, bright quality of a young man, but instead carried a hoarseness and composure that was incongruous with his age.
"I want to become stronger."
"Become stronger than anyone else."
Titan stood up, looked at Tang San, and nodded emphatically.
"Don't worry, young master."
"Our Strength Clan excels at forging."
"It's not just about forging weapons, it's about forging people!"
He pointed to the deepest part of the village, to the enormous furnace that constantly emitted black smoke, distorting even the air.
"That place is the furnace of earth fire, a forbidden ground where our clan has tempered its bones and muscles for generations."
"An ordinary person who goes in will be turned into charcoal in less than three breaths."
"Young Master, do you dare to go in?"
Titan's gaze was fixed intently on Tang San.
Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San lifted his foot and walked towards the furnace.
"What is there to be afraid of?"
"I'm willing to brave even the fires of hell."
"What's so special about a mere furnace?"
Looking at that resolute figure leaving, Titan's eyes were filled with relief.
"Pass on my orders!"
"Unleash maximum power, extract the essence of century-old black iron, and pour it into the furnace!"
"From this day forward, our Power Clan will dedicate everything to forging an unparalleled body for our young master!"
"yes!"
...
The Spirit Empire, the Holy Temple.
Inside a magnificent training ground that would eclipse any imperial palace.
The ground was paved with a single piece of holy light jade, which was warm and solid enough to withstand attacks from a Title Douluo level.
Qian Daobai sat on a throne carved from ten-thousand-year-old cold jade, calmly sipping his tea.
Below him, Ning Rongrong stood gracefully, her face somewhat pale.
She had already changed out of her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School uniform, and in her place was a well-tailored silver soft armor that perfectly accentuated her already beautiful figure.
However, her beautiful eyes no longer held the charm and liveliness of the past, only deep awe and weariness remained.
The past two weeks in Wuhun City have been more arduous for her than all the training she has done in the past ten years combined.
The man in front of her wasn't training her at all; he was squeezing every last bit of potential from her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul in an almost cruel way.
"The soul power circulation route is wrong."
Qian Daobai put down his teacup; the sound was soft, but it clearly reached Ning Rongrong's ears.
"When your third soul ring amplifies speed, the soul power should not flow through the Lesser Yang Meridian, but should flow in reverse to the Greater Yin Meridian before being activated."
"In this way, the amplification effect can be increased by another 50%."
Ning Rongrong was shocked upon hearing this.
Reversal of soul power?
This...this is a major taboo in Soul Master cultivation! The slightest carelessness will result in severed meridians and turning one into a cripple!
"Master..."
She mustered her courage and wanted to explain.
"Um?"
Qian Daobai merely glanced at her indifferently.
That one glance sent Ning Rongrong plummeting into an icy abyss, all the words stuck in her throat.
That look wasn't asking a question, nor was it discussing something; it was stating a given fact.
What he said is the truth.
"What I teach you is the skill used by God."
Qian Daobai spoke slowly.
"The rules of mortals are useless to gods."
"If you want to stay at the level of an ordinary person for the rest of your life, you don't have to listen."
Ning Rongrong's body trembled slightly.
She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and began to try to circulate her soul power according to Qian Daobai's instructions.
A sharp, intense pain instantly shot through my meridians!
But she endured it, guiding that soul power to break through the conventional constraints.
Buzz!
The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda behind her shone brightly.
The third-layer spirit ring lit up, and a stream of light shot out, its speed actually several times faster than before!
Ning Rongrong opened her eyes, a hint of surprise on her face.
It really works!
This man's understanding of martial spirits has reached an unbelievable level!
Don't be too happy too soon.
Qian Daobai's voice rang out again.
"Theory is just theory; practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."
The words had barely left his mouth.
A golden figure appeared silently at the other end of the training ground.
It was none other than the dignified and majestic Empress Qian Renxue, dressed in divine attire.
"Grandpa."
Qian Renxue bowed slightly in greeting.
"Xue'er, you're here."
A slight smile appeared on Qian Daobai's face.
"Your new support needs a proper whetstone."
"Go, let her see just how big the difference is between gods and men."
"yes."
Qian Renxue turned around and looked at Ning Rongrong.
Her eyes were calm and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
It was as if the person standing in front of her was not her former companion, but merely a tool that needed to be tested.
Ning Rongrong's heart sank suddenly.
She could sense how vast and terrifying the aura emanating from Qian Renxue was.
That's an absolute suppression on a life level!
"Rongrong, are you ready?"
Qian Renxue spoke, her voice ethereal yet carrying the majesty of a deity.
Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in her heart, and pushed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to its limit.
"bring it on!"
"First Soul Skill: Power Amplification!"
"Second Soul Skill: Agility Boost!"
Several beams of light simultaneously fell upon himself and Qian Renxue.
However, the auxiliary light that was enough to greatly increase the strength of even a Soul Emperor vanished without a trace when it landed on Qian Renxue's divine armor.
"Your assistance is ineffective against me."
Qian Renxue was stating a fact.
"The power of mortals cannot amplify the gods."
"What Grandpa asked you to do wasn't to assist me."
"But it was under my divine power that they survived."
After she finished speaking, she slowly raised her right hand.
Without using any soul skills, he simply released a wisp of divine power.
boom!
The entire training ground suddenly sank!
An indeChapter 132 Tang San's Wrath! Revenge on Qian Daobai?!
Tang San slowly raised his left hand.
Buzz!
A small hammer, entirely black with dark gold patterns, appeared in his palm.
Haotian Hammer!
The moment they saw the hammer, the members of the Powerful Clan present held their breath.
A glint of light flashed in Titan's cloudy old eyes.
He burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Good! No wonder he's Tang Hao's son!"
"With this kind of spirit, it's no wonder that our Power Clan has waited for you for so many years!"
After the laughter subsided, his expression turned serious, and he slammed the forging hammer heavily onto the ground.
With a loud bang, the entire ground trembled.
Titan, leading hundreds of his clansmen, knelt down on one knee before Tang San.
"The Power Clan pays respects to the Young Master!"
A sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami echoed through the valley.
Tang San looked at the group of tough men in front of him, and his clenched fists loosened slightly.
He knew this was the beginning of his path of revenge.
"From today onwards, I need your help."
Tang San's voice no longer had the clear, bright quality of a young man, but instead carried a hoarseness and composure that was incongruous with his age.
"I want to become stronger."
"Become stronger than anyone else."
Titan stood up, looked at Tang San, and nodded emphatically.
"Don't worry, young master."
"Our Strength Clan excels at forging."
"It's not just about forging weapons, it's about forging people!"
He pointed to the deepest part of the village, to the enormous furnace that constantly emitted black smoke, distorting even the air.
"That place is the furnace of earth fire, a forbidden ground where our clan has tempered its bones and muscles for generations."
"An ordinary person who goes in will be turned into charcoal in less than three breaths."
"Young Master, do you dare to go in?"
Titan's gaze was fixed intently on Tang San.
Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San lifted his foot and walked towards the furnace.
"What is there to be afraid of?"
"I'm willing to brave even the fires of hell."
"What's so special about a mere furnace?"
Looking at that resolute figure leaving, Titan's eyes were filled with relief.
"Pass on my orders!"
"Unleash maximum power, extract the essence of century-old black iron, and pour it into the furnace!"
"From this day forward, our Power Clan will dedicate everything to forging an unparalleled body for our young master!"
"yes!"
...
The Spirit Empire, the Holy Temple.
Inside a magnificent training ground that would eclipse any imperial palace.
The ground was paved with a single piece of holy light jade, which was warm and solid enough to withstand attacks from a Title Douluo level.
Qian Daobai sat on a throne carved from ten-thousand-year-old cold jade, calmly sipping his tea.
Below him, Ning Rongrong stood gracefully, her face somewhat pale.
She had already changed out of her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School uniform, and in her place was a well-tailored silver soft armor that perfectly accentuated her already beautiful figure.
However, her beautiful eyes no longer held the charm and liveliness of the past, only deep awe and weariness remained.
The past two weeks in Wuhun City have been more arduous for her than all the training she has done in the past ten years combined.
The man in front of her wasn't training her at all; he was squeezing every last bit of potential from her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul in an almost cruel way.
"The soul power circulation route is wrong."
Qian Daobai put down his teacup; the sound was soft, but it clearly reached Ning Rongrong's ears.
"When your third soul ring amplifies speed, the soul power should not flow through the Lesser Yang Meridian, but should flow in reverse to the Greater Yin Meridian before being activated."
"In this way, the amplification effect can be increased by another 50%."
Ning Rongrong was shocked upon hearing this.
Reversal of soul power?
This...this is a major taboo in Soul Master cultivation! The slightest carelessness will result in severed meridians and turning one into a cripple!
"Master..."
She mustered her courage and wanted to explain.
"Um?"
Qian Daobai merely glanced at her indifferently.
That one glance sent Ning Rongrong plummeting into an icy abyss, all the words stuck in her throat.
That look wasn't asking a question, nor was it discussing something; it was stating a given fact.
What he said is the truth.
"What I teach you is the skill used by God."
Qian Daobai spoke slowly.
"The rules of mortals are useless to gods."
"If you want to stay at the level of an ordinary person for the rest of your life, you don't have to listen."
Ning Rongrong's body trembled slightly.
She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and began to try to circulate her soul power according to Qian Daobai's instructions.
A sharp, intense pain instantly shot through my meridians!
But she endured it, guiding that soul power to break through the conventional constraints.
Buzz!
The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda behind her shone brightly.
The third-layer spirit ring lit up, and a stream of light shot out, its speed actually several times faster than before!
Ning Rongrong opened her eyes, a hint of surprise on her face.
It really works!
This man's understanding of martial spirits has reached an unbelievable level!
Don't be too happy too soon.
Qian Daobai's voice rang out again.
"Theory is just theory; practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."
The words had barely left his mouth.
A golden figure appeared silently at the other end of the training ground.
It was none other than the dignified and majestic Empress Qian Renxue, dressed in divine attire.
"Grandpa."
Qian Renxue bowed slightly in greeting.
"Xue'er, you're here."
A slight smile appeared on Qian Daobai's face.
"Your new support needs a proper whetstone."
"Go, let her see just how big the difference is between gods and men."
"yes."
Qian Renxue turned around and looked at Ning Rongrong.
Her eyes were calm and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
It was as if the person standing in front of her was not her former companion, but merely a tool that needed to be tested.
Ning Rongrong's heart sank suddenly.
She could sense how vast and terrifying the aura emanating from Qian Renxue was.
That's an absolute suppression on a life level!
"Rongrong, are you ready?"
Qian Renxue spoke, her voice ethereal yet carrying the majesty of a deity.
Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in her heart, and pushed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to its limit.
"bring it on!"
"First Soul Skill: Power Amplification!"
"Second Soul Skill: Agility Boost!"
Several beams of light simultaneously fell upon himself and Qian Renxue.
However, the auxiliary light that was enough to greatly increase the strength of even a Soul Emperor vanished without a trace when it landed on Qian Renxue's divine armor.
"Your assistance is ineffective against me."
Qian Renxue was stating a fact.
"The power of mortals cannot amplify the gods."
"What Grandpa asked you to do wasn't to assist me."
"But it was under my divine power that they survived."
After she finished speaking, she slowly raised her right hand.
Without using any soul skills, he simply released a wisp of divine power.
boom!
The entire training ground suddenly sank!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended from the sky and pressed down heavily on Ning Rongrong.
(End of chapter)