Chapter 56: Make the Tang Sect Great Again!
Tang Wulin, recalling the old stories about soul masters from his childhood, asked curiously, "Shrek Academy? Isn't that supposed to be the holy land that all soul masters aspire to?"
Mu Xi gave him a look full of disdain.
"Holy land of soul masters?"
"You mean the place that supposedly produces gods?"
"People claim that all gods came from Shrek Academy, but before Shrek existed, there were already gods. So why is it that after Shrek's rise, only they produced gods?"
"Besides, if Shrek Academy were truly so amazing, would the Federation be crushing them underfoot today?"
"Officially, Shrek is still called the greatest academy under heaven—but privately, the Spirit Pagoda has long surpassed it in every aspect."
Soul masters needed to face reality—especially in this new era where every household possessed inherited spirit souls, all provided by the Spirit Pagoda.
One soul transcends three generations. When a person dies, their spirit lives on.
And let's not forget, after tens of thousands of years of existence, every spirit has a few spirit friends. When your ancestral spirit calls out for help, a few more family "friends" easily become your clan's new Inherited Spirit Souls.
As long as you don't mess up, prosperity is basically guaranteed.
Even commoners can break their fate through inheritance from the Pagoda's spirit system. Generation after generation, this kind of tradition naturally fosters loyalty to the Spirit Pagoda.
Tang Wulin fell silent, torn. Truthfully, he was tempted by the idea of joining the Spirit Pagoda—especially by the role of a Spirit Transmitter.
Offering free Martial Soul awakenings on awakening day—unthinkable in the old days when even awakening a martial soul was a luxury!
It was the Spirit Pagoda that had made soul masterhood accessible to every commoner.
For a civilian like Tang Wulin, that seemed deeply admirable—almost sacred.
So he consulted Old Tang within his Sea of Consciousness.
"Old Tang, should I join the Spirit Pagoda?"
"No," Tang the Divine King rejected flatly.
According to his design, only joining Shrek Academy—and later, the Tang Sect—would lead Tang Wulin to the best destiny.
Though the Spirit Pagoda had been created by his own son-in-law, Tang San could not interfere in its internal workings.
Unlike Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect—those were his own organizations, personally nurtured with his foresight and sealed "backdoors" that would directly support Tang Wulin when needed.
And now that the Tang Sect had been destroyed once again, no matter how disappointed or frustrated he felt, Tang San could never just leave it abandoned.
After all, it had collapsed once before but rose again perfectly within his grand design.
In the God Realm, he was widely known as one of the wisest gods, secretly praised as the God of Wisdom.
Thus, what remained now was simple—Tang Wulin had to lead the Tang Sect's rebirth.
To make the Tang Sect great again!
That's right.
Make the Tang Sect great again!
The Spirit Pagoda's sweet-talking and politics were all the same deception—in Tang San's eyes, it was no better than the old Spirit Hall.
He knew well how cruel the world of soul masters could be.
Commoners had little to no resources, and when they joined the ranks of soul masters, they often became cannon fodder.
Back in the day, Spirit Hall had done the same—offering free awakenings to thousands of civilians, then waving a hand to send tens of thousands into war as expendable troops.
So many families broken, so many lives crushed.
It had taken all his strength and willpower to defeat that evil institution, to raise his banner as the Sea God, to guard the continent's peace, and to keep Shrek Academy's legacy alive as the protector of the world—preventing war.
For the sake of the entire Douluo Continent, he had literally worried himself sick for millennia.
Now, to him, the Spirit Pagoda represented only corruption and danger.
Especially after hearing that the Tang Sect was destroyed, and Shrek Academy forced to relocate—he was certain it was not the Holy Spirit Cult behind it. It could only have been the Federation's doing.
Tang San regretted it now; he had never imagined that the Sun-Moon Empire would grow so strong, to the point of unifying the continent even with his interference.
And now? The world knew only of the Federation and the Spirit Pagoda—
but not of the Sea God.
A grievous mistake. A path to ruin.
Still, he had hope—his son. His son would restore the light of the Sea God!
Tang San had absolute faith in his millennium-spanning plan.
Tang Wulin, however, dejectedly refused.
"Sorry, Senior Sister, but I can't join the Spirit Pagoda."
"Well… alright then."
The Spirit Transmitter sighed in disappointment, shaking his head.
He brought out a few spirit spheres.
Moments later, three spirit souls appeared at his feet.
"These are the three best matches for the Blue Silver Grass martial soul."
"The first is an eight-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake, a grass-type. It strengthens Blue Silver Grass's toughness and carries poison, capable of paralyzing opponents."
"The second is a six-hundred-year-old Fire Vine. Though Blue Silver Grass is weak to fire, there are exceptions—fire-type plant beasts can safely merge and even add a burning effect. It's risky, but powerful."
"The third is a three-hundred-year-old Blackwater Dragon-Serpent. It enhances Blue Silver Grass's flexibility; its vines can silently slither underwater or in shadows to bind enemies, also carrying venom. Most importantly, though its years are few, it holds a trace of Dragon bloodline, greatly increasing Blue Silver Grass's durability."
"Choose the Blackwater Dragon-Serpent!" Tang the Divine King ordered instantly.
"Alright, I'll take the Blackwater Dragon-Serpent then," Tang Wulin agreed. If it had dragon blood, then it was better to keep the dragon synergy going.
Mu Xi, however, looked displeased. Three hundred years? That was ridiculously low for a second soul.
The transmitter gave a wry smile. "If it were an ordinary Blackwater Serpent, higher years would be fine, but anything with a Dragon bloodline is almost impossible to cultivate to higher levels. This isn't a matter of cost—it's a limitation of technology."
Dragon-lineage beasts were already rare. Artificially enhancing one's bloodline was a near-impossible feat.
Reluctantly, Mu Xi agreed to let Tang Wulin choose the three-hundred-year spirit soul.
Sometimes bloodline trumped age.
For someone like Tang Wulin, whose Blue Silver Grass was considered trash-tier, contracting such a spirit was far more valuable. If he could connect with nine spirit souls of dragon lineage, perhaps Blue Silver Grass itself could evolve.
Into Blue Silver Dragon!
Many families had already experimented with spirit-soul-induced martial evolutions. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, for instance, could evolve their dragon through a Light-element spirit to form the Radiant Holy Dragon. The Xuanming Turtle Clan had merged with a Golden Tortoise to create the Golden Xuanwu.
Blue Silver Grass was weak—but not hopeless.
Finally, in Tang Wulin's reluctant hands, the result appeared—unsurprisingly:
His second soul skill—Blue Silver Pierce Formation!
It granted a group paralysis effect.
Tang Wulin looked disappointed.
That was it? Not even related to Dragon blood?
Tang San: My son, trust me—I know best!
Bloodlines are external. Blue Silver Grass is your foundation!
Compared to the unstable God Seat of Destruction from the Golden Dragon King bloodline, inheriting the position of the God of Life would be far better.
As for whether the Gods of Life and Destruction would ever revive—he no longer cared.
Not the Gods' Divine Realm, but the Tang Family's Divine Realm!
And so, to ensure his son would one day inherit the Life God's divine seat, Tang San devoted himself to developing Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass to its utmost potential.
(END CHAPTER)
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