Chapter 178 Dark Gold Python
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The battle lasted less than a few minutes.
Although the Dark Gold Python was ferocious, it was no match for Liu Erlong, a seven-ring Soul Saint.
When the Dark Gold Python finally lay dying on the ground, Liu Erlong sheathed her Fire Dragon Sword and beckoned to Tang San: "Come here!"
Tang San quickly stepped forward, looking at the enormous python before him, a surge of indescribable excitement welling up within him.
A Soul Ring over seven thousand years old!
Right before his eyes!
He raised his left hand.
Black light surged forth, condensing into a small hammer in his palm.
The Clear Sky Hammer.
Although still small, and with only two Soul Rings, its innate domineering aura was already faintly visible.
He took a deep breath, raised the Clear Sky Hammer, and slammed it down!
"Bang—!!!"
A dull thud.
The dark golden python’s body convulsed violently, then fell completely still.
A purple spirit ring slowly rose from its body.
The purple was rich and deep, with a faint black halo flowing around its edges.
Tang San stared at the spirit ring, his eyes filled with excitement.
"Absorb it quickly!" Liu Erlong urged.
Tang San immediately sat cross-legged, circulated his Mysterious Heaven Technique, and guided the spirit ring towards him.
The spirit ring slowly descended and enveloped him.
Then... an unimaginably vast surge of energy, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed into his body!
Tang San’s body trembled violently!
He gritted his teeth, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.
Pain!
It hurt so much!
That pain wasn’t the pain of an external injury, but a piercing agony from deep within his body, as if every nerve was being torn apart!
His soul power, like a wild beast out of control, rampaged through his meridians!
His meridians were stretched to the point of near rupture!
His internal organs felt as if they were being sliced apart by countless sharp blades!
A fine layer of blood began to seep from his skin.
The blood droplets gathered more and more, soon turning him into a blood-soaked figure.
Tang San gritted his teeth, his lips pale, his brows furrowed in deep thought.
This is bad... I was careless...
I didn’t expect... that seven thousand years of soul rings was still... too much of a strain?
He frantically circulated his Mysterious Heaven Technique, trying to control the violent energy.
But the energy was too strong.
Too wild.
Completely uncontrollable.
Liu Erlong, who was protecting him, watched Tang San’s state, her brows furrowed deeply.
Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.
Little San is Xiao Gang’s good disciple!
She can’t let anything happen to him!
But she couldn’t help.
Absorbing a spirit ring was something only a spirit master could do.
If outsiders interfered, they wouldn’t only be unhelpful, but might even make the situation worse.
She could only watch.
Watching Tang San struggle in agony.
Watching him covered in blood.
Watching him grit his teeth, stubbornly refusing to collapse.
Time passed, second by second.
One hour.
Two hours.
Two and a half hours...
Tang San’s aura finally stabilized!
The violent fluctuations of his spirit power gradually subsided.
The beads of blood seeping from his skin slowly congealed.
Liu Erlong let out a long breath, her tense body finally relaxing.
A few more moments passed.
Tang San opened his eyes.
Those eyes were exceptionally bright at that moment.
He looked at Liu Erlong, a weak smile on his face: "Master’s wife... I succeeded!"
Liu Erlong nodded, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes.
This child... is indeed remarkable.
To endure such pain, without collapsing, without giving up, and instead successfully absorb a spirit ring over seven thousand years old!!
This spirit, this perseverance, is truly rare.
"Adjust your condition, let’s go back," she said gently.
Tang San nodded and stood up.
He felt the surging spirit power within him, his eyes filled with excitement.
Level thirty-eight!
Only one step away from level thirty-nine!
As long as he cultivates for a while longer, he will definitely break through to level forty!
Then...
A fiery glint flashed in Tang San’s eyes.
Then, he felt he could try absorbing a ten-thousand-year spirit ring for his fourth spirit ring!
A ten-thousand-year spirit ring!
That’s something countless spirit masters can’t obtain in their entire lives!
And he was only thirteen!
A Soul Master at thirteen or fourteen!
A Soul Master with a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring at thirteen or fourteen!
Teacher...did you see?
I haven’t let you down!
Xiao Wu...wait for me, wait until I get stronger, I will definitely come to save you!
Jiang Bai...you wait!
He thought silently to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Master’s wife, let’s go," he said.
Liu Erlong nodded and turned to leave.
Just then, a lazy voice suddenly came from the depths of the forest: "Oh, it’s quite lively?"
The voice wasn’t loud, but it clearly reached their ears.
Tang San’s body stiffened abruptly!
His pupils contracted sharply!
That voice...
He recognized that voice!
He turned his head sharply, looking in the direction the voice came from!
Two figures slowly emerged from the forest.
Passing through layers of shadowy trees, stepping on dappled sunlight, it was as if he had descended from another world.
A man and a woman.
The man was dressed in white, his black hair casually tied back, his face handsome, a faint smile playing on his lips.
That smile seemed harmless, but Tang San knew what lay behind it.
The woman was dressed in a white and gold outfit, her long golden hair tied up high, her crimson eyes burning like flames, bright and captivating.
She stood with her arms crossed, watching them with keen interest, as if observing an amusing spectacle.
It was Jiang Bai and Jiang Li’er.
Sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on the two.
They stood there silently, without moving, yet Tang San felt as if he were being watched by an ancient, ferocious beast.
His hair stood on end!
His blood seemed to freeze!
Liu Erlong frowned, instinctively stepping in front of Tang San.
Her gaze swept over Jiang Bai and Jiang Li’er, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes.
These two... she couldn’t sense their cultivation levels!
Either their strength was far lower than hers, but judging from their aura, it didn’t seem so.
Or their strength was far higher than hers, to the point that she couldn’t detect them at all!
But... they clearly looked younger than her!
And that white-robed youth...
Liu Erlong’s pupils contracted slightly.
She recognized him.
The file Yu Luomian had sent contained a portrait of this person.
Jiang Bai.
The Elder of the Spirit Hall.
That monster with nine 100,000-year spirit rings!!
Liu Erlong’s body tensed slightly, like a fully drawn bow.
But she didn’t move.
Because she knew that in front of this person, moving might be more dangerous than remaining still.
The woods were silent.
Only the rustling of the wind through the treetops and the occasional bird call from afar.
The four stood facing each other.
The air seemed to freeze.