Chapter 148: Acquired Martial Soul Mutation? Dark Blue Silver Grass!
In Tang San's opinion, the only way to improve his cultivation level as quickly as possible was to rely on the Eight Spider Lances' devouring ability.
In the past, he lost to his brother Tang Chuan, but that failure didn't threaten his life.
Now, with his mother likely killed by the Spirit Hall and their intent to eliminate him, Tang San felt an unprecedented sense of urgency and crisis. He could no longer afford to cultivate slowly as he had before.
As the Grandmaster had said, if he didn't seize the opportunity to boost his strength, could he guarantee he'd be lucky enough to escape the Spirit Hall's next attack?
Seeing Tang San's mood stabilize, a smile appeared on the Grandmaster's stiff face. He patted Tang San's shoulder and said, "Xiao San, the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition begins in half a year. You must strive to raise your soul power to level 40 within that time. Only then will we have a chance to stand against the Spirit Hall."
Tang San nodded, saying in a deep voice, "Teacher, don't worry. In the next six months, I'll definitely raise my strength above level 40." As he spoke, a faint red light flashed in his eyes.
"Teacher, it's getting late. You should rest. I'm going to practice."
The Grandmaster nodded with satisfaction, waving his hand to indicate Tang San could leave.
Tang San bowed slightly and left the room.
Instead of returning to his dormitory, he secretly made his way to the top of an attic outside the Heaven Dou Soul Fighting Arena.
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The night was dark as ink, with a howling cold wind.
The streets outside the Heaven Dou Soul Fighting Arena were dimly lit, a few soul guide lamps swaying in the breeze, casting bleak halos.
Tang San stood atop the attic, looking down.
A bustling crowd streamed out of the arena.
"Purple Demon Eyes!"
A faint purple hue glowed in Tang San's eyes as he scanned the crowd, sensing the soul power fluctuations of each person. His gaze soon locked onto a lone Soul Master.
The man, with soul power around level 30, was walking alone toward a remote alley.
With a sneer, Tang San leapt from the attic, following silently like a ghost.
"Why is my luck so bad today? I've lost several bets in a row, damn it!" the Soul Master cursed as he walked.
Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared before him. His pupils shrank, his face darkened, and he shouted, "Who's there?"
The next second, countless crossbow bolts shot from the darkness, piercing the air with a sharp whistle, turning his body into a pincushion. He collapsed without a scream, blood pooling on the bluestone pavement.
Tang San appeared silently beside the Soul Master, looking at the dying man with indifference, a faint smirk on his lips.
"Don't blame me. If you must blame someone, blame the Spirit Hall. If they hadn't come to kill me, I wouldn't have resorted to such desperate measures to increase my strength. They're the ones who killed you!"
"If you become a ghost seeking revenge, go after the Spirit Hall!"
With that, eight purple-black spider legs sprouted from Tang San's back, piercing the Soul Master's body with precision. The legs trembled, frantically devouring the man's remaining vitality and soul power, producing a subtle sucking sound in the silent alley.
A faint red light flashed in Tang San's eyes, his aura turning cold.
If anyone else were present, they'd see waves of light flowing along the Eight Spider Lances into Tang San's body.
Suddenly, chaotic footsteps nearby snapped him to attention.
Several young Soul Masters passed by the alley. Seeing the horrifying scene, their faces paled.
"What is this? Look over there!" one stammered, retreating in fear, a gurgling sound in his throat.
Tang San's eyes flashed red. He raised his palm and shouted coldly, "Since you've seen it, you all stay!"
Dozens of thick Blue Silver Grass vines shot up, wrapping around the Soul Masters' necks and dragging them into the dark alley.
Amid shrill screams, their bodies were crushed into pulp by the vines, blood and energy absorbed by the Blue Silver Grass, transforming into halos that flowed into Tang San.
Without using any soul skills, his Blue Silver Grass turned dark black.
"The Blue Silver Grass is consuming their blood?" Tang San's face showed disbelief, his voice trembling. "What's going on? When did my Blue Silver Grass gain this ability?"
He glanced at the writhing Eight Spider Lances behind him, muttering, "Could it be that when the Eight Spider Lances devoured their vitality and soul power, some energy entered my martial soul, causing my Blue Silver Grass to undergo an acquired mutation?"
Faint dark lines appeared on the Blue Silver Grass, its once gentle, vibrant vines now exuding an evil aura.
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Meanwhile, the auction ended, and Tang Chuan and Dugu Bo walked out of the auction hall together.
As properties of the Heaven Dou royal family, the Heaven Dou Auction House and Soul Fighting Arena were just across the street.
Dugu Bo's face was gloomy, as if someone owed him money.
Tang Chuan, amused, said, "Old Poison, why so glum? Who borrowed your rice and didn't return the chaff?"
Dugu Bo grumbled, "You're comfortable today, but I'm in trouble! If Prince Xue Xing saw me with Xue Qinghe, he'll curse me as disloyal behind my back."
"Let him curse. You can't hear it anyway," Tang Chuan said with a shrug.
Dugu Bo was about to retort when his nose twitched. His brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Do you smell that? There's blood nearby."
Tang Chuan's nose twitched, catching the faint scent of blood. His perception, far exceeding ordinary people's, detected a strange, evil aura mixed with it.
"Indeed, and it's fresh. There's a strange, evil aura lingering in the blood," Tang Chuan confirmed.
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