Chapter 71: Your Blue Silver Bind—I Approve!
"What power! That Blue Silver Bind is incredible!"
In an instant, Tang Wulin found himself trapped in coils of shining blue vines. As expected of the man who became a god—he was formidable even in his youth.
Wulin struggled, feeling the toughness of the opponent's vines.
"Alright then," he said with a smirk. "Let's see how my Blue Silver Bind compares!"
A yellow soul ring lit up beside him—but unlike Tang San's, his Blue Silver Grass shone with golden patterns glittering along each vine.
Dozens of golden-blue tendrils shot outward, spreading over the ground in all directions. Within moments, the young Sea God's Blue Silver Grass had been completely overwhelmed.
Golden light swirled around Wulin's right arm, transforming it—pale scales layered one over another in diamond patterns.
He had invoked the power of the Golden Dragon King bloodline.
"First Soul Skill—Blue Silver Bind!"
Tang San's projection faltered—the moment his vines met Wulin's, they collapsed. But as the simulation program had no real intelligence, it simply followed its script.
"Impossible! You've broken through my first soul skill!"
"You dare defy the Sea God—you have chosen the path of death!"
The sudden pre-recorded shout made Tang Wulin jump.
"Wait—it even talks? For a second, I thought it was alive!"
He shrugged, then drew out his massive hammer and swung it down.
Boom!
At only rank twenty-three, he still crushed the rank-ten Tang San projection with ease.
The apparition dissolved, leaving its voice echoing faintly:
"I will return!"
Next level—Rank 11 Tang San: "I will return~"
Rank 12 Tang San: "I will retu~"
Rank 13 Tang San: "I will~"
And so it went, until the rank-20 Great Soul Master version appeared.
Wulin grinned wildly, eyes burning with excitement. He hadn't had this much fun in a long time.
Crushing these weaker versions felt… addictive.
Inside his Sea of Consciousness, he said smugly, "Old Tang, so even when the great Sea God was a kid, he wasn't all that strong! Just a regular guy. I wonder how he even managed to become a god!"
But ever since Wulin had smashed that very first virtual Tang San, the actual God King Tang San inside his consciousness hadn't said a word—his face now an absolute masterpiece of irritation.
His own son, gleefully hammering away at holographic clones of him. Again, and again.
Even knowing these were just AI projections, it still hurt his pride to watch.
Damn this Spirit Pagoda!
Slander! Blasphemy!
And now his own son was calling him weak! The Tang God King nearly jumped to his feet in rage. Using him as a trial opponent was one thing—but to nerf him this badly?
When he had been just over rank twenty, he'd single-handedly fought Immovable King Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint! His Tang Sect techniques had been flawless, unmatched among his peers!
And now? They had turned him into this powerless puppet.
It was unforgivable!
Spirit Pagoda…
You have chosen the path of death!
By the time Wulin reached the rank-20 stage, the projection was beginning to show some teeth.
"First Soul Skill—Blue Silver Bind!"
"Second Soul Skill—Blue Silver Parasite!"
Wulin frowned slightly. The young Tang San was strong… but still weaker than he'd expected. Pure Blue Silver Grass power felt almost identical to his own—perhaps even weaker.
Was this really the Blue Silver Emperor? Why does he feel so feeble?
With the Golden Dragon bloodline empowering his own vines, Wulin's Blue Silver Grass possessed unmatched toughness and strength.
Tang San's sea of vines spread wide like an ocean—his strength lay in their boundless vitality.
Wulin's, by contrast, were compact, precise, and deadly. His foremost strands shredded through Tang San's waves like blades through water, cutting down everything in their path.
In a contest of Blue Silver alone, he undeniably had the advantage.
Wasn't his martial soul supposed to be the Blue Silver Emperor? This can't be right…
He grew suspicious—but still cautious.
Their vines clashed, weaving into an intricate net of life essence and golden radiance.
"Second Soul Skill—Blue Silver Pierce Formation!"
Suddenly, the holographic Tang San's eyes flashed purple, glowing with faint arcs of light.
Tang San himself, within Wulin's mind, couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief. Finally. At least he wasn't programmed to be completely useless. This was more like it!
"Wulin, careful," he warned from within. "That's the Tang Sect's Purple Demon Eye technique!"
"Next up will be the Mystic Jade Hands throwing projectiles!"
Sure enough, a sharp rattling followed.
Ding ding ding ding—!
Ten streaks of cold light burst from Tang San's fingertips, aimed at ten vital points—eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, lower abdomen.
Not a single one misguided.
Fortunately, Wulin had listened to the warning just in time and raised a shield of Blue Silver Grass to block.
The whistling of projectiles sliced the air dangerously close.
"Whoa—what the heck? That's brutal!"
He barely dodged in time.
Tang San, inside his consciousness, looked offended.
"What do you mean, brutal? In this world of survival, only strength gives you the right to speak! And who said it's brutal? Those are techniques—skills! Tang San at that age could already fight Soul Saints. Could you?"
"But—"
Wulin started to argue but stopped himself. He knew how stubborn Old Tang was. The man never admitted when he was wrong; reasoning with him was pointless.
So he just nodded helplessly. "Yes yes, Old Tang—you're always right."
Still, hearing that young Tang San could fight saints at that level made him pause. No wonder he became a god… but wow, his methods were savage.
"Wulin," Old Tang said suddenly, "do you want to learn them? I can teach you. I still remember every Tang Sect secret art."
"Wait, are you from the Tang Sect? That explains why you always push me toward Shrek and the Sect. But if I haven't joined Tang Sect, can I even learn those techniques?"
"Of course!" Tang San declared proudly. "Learning Tang Sect arts makes you one of us! It's your destiny."
"Then forget it!"
Tang Wulin thumped his chest resolutely. "Because this time, I'm joining the Spirit Pagoda to become a Spirit Transmitter!"
Tang San: "...What?!"
(END CHAPTER)
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