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Chapter 155 Rewards Tang Thirty Years' Green Caterpillar Soul Bone!
Ling Han stood at the cave entrance, like a god looking down at ants, taking in every subtle reaction of Tang San.

A playful smile curved his lips. 'Can't take it anymore? The real excitement is yet to come.' He thought to himself, 'Should I force him to equip the Clear Sky Hammer with three ten-year spirit rings right now? Completely cripple his potential?'

The thought flashed through his mind, but he immediately dismissed it. 'No, what if I push him too hard? He might just give up entirely or have some kind of protagonist's luck erupt, which would be boring.'

"The best torture is to slowly wear down his pride, to let him cling to that so-called 'Number One Martial Soul in the World,' and then crush him bit by bit in despair. The best torture is to let him live in endless humiliation and the illusion of hope he clings to."

At that moment, Tang San frantically imagined and reassured himself: 'Thank goodness! Thank goodness he doesn't know I have twin martial souls! I still have the Clear Sky Hammer! My teacher said it's the strongest weapon martial soul on the continent!'

'Ling Han, Wang Dong'er, Wang Qiu'er! You just wait! I will repay this humiliation a thousandfold one day!'

'The day my Clear Sky Hammer is fully mastered will be your death day! I will make you pay for everything you have done to me, with interest! Especially those two women, how dare they humiliate me like that, I will definitely…'

Thinking of his triumph, Tang San's swollen face involuntarily revealed an extremely sinister and grotesque smile. Although it was only fleeting, it was still caught by Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er, who had been watching him closely.

"Hmm?" Wang Dong'er's beautiful pink and blue eyes narrowed instantly, a dangerous glint flashing in them. "Husband, look at that good-for-nothing!"

"He's laughing! It's disgusting! Is he plotting something filthy?" She hated this kind of two-faced guy the most.

Wang Qiu'er's cold golden eyes swept over Tang San as if he were an inanimate object, filled with undisguised disgust.

Tang San felt a chill run down his spine, instantly snapping out of his reverie and breaking out in a cold sweat. 'It's over! They saw it?!' He quickly lowered his head, adjusting his expression and forcing a look that was more like crying than anything else, filled with grievance and resentment. He bowed to Ling Han, his voice hoarse and weak, and said, 'Your Majesty, I have absorbed this... ten-year spirit ring as you instructed.'

"Can I... leave now?" He deliberately emphasized the word 'ten years' in an attempt to gain some sympathy, or at least make the other party think that he was 'shameless' and 'a fallen genius' enough to lose interest in letting him go.

Ling Han naturally saw through his little trick and sneered inwardly.

He pretended to ponder for a moment, then seemed to have thought of something 'good,' and a 'kind' smile appeared on his face: "Tang San, don't be in such a hurry. I've thought about it and I feel that giving you only a ten-year soul ring is really unfair to you. After all, you are a 'rare' genius."

He deliberately emphasized the word 'genius,' his tone dripping with sarcasm, after all, Tang San was now a fallen genius.

“So,” Ling Han continued, his tone almost condescending, “I’ve decided to give you an extra soul bone as compensation.”

"A soul bone?!" Tang San suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with unbelievable joy! 'A soul bone?! He's actually going to give me a soul bone?!'

'Could it be...could it be that his conscience has been pricked? Or does he feel he went too far and wants to make it up to me?'

A surge of overwhelming joy instantly clouded his judgment, even temporarily making him forget his previous humiliation. 'As expected! The strong are all capricious! Perhaps this soul bone can greatly compensate for the disadvantage of my third soul ring!'

He was completely oblivious to the mockery and coldness hidden beneath Ling Han's 'kind' smile, and the undisguised, idiotic expressions on the faces of Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er beside him.

As Ling Han spoke, his consciousness drifted into the system shop, intending to casually buy the lowest-grade ten-year soul bone to appease Tang San and give him a good thrashing. However, when he saw the glaring "0" in the lower right corner of the shop interface, he suddenly remembered—his summoning points had long been squandered on improving Qiu'er and Dong'er's strength!

"Damn it! What a blunder!" Ling Han cursed inwardly. "Trying to show off halfway through only to find I'm broke? This is so embarrassing!"

Just as he was feeling a slight pang of regret, thinking the performance was a bit lacking, the system's mechanical voice rang out at the perfect moment, full of 'thoughtfulness':

[Ding! Detected that the host is actively practicing the core principle of "torturing the third," a free "Ten-Year Soul Bone Cool Joy Gift Pack" is hereby awarded! Enjoy your torment!]
Ling Han was secretly delighted: 'System, you really understand me!'

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: A ten-year-old green caterpillar head soul bone!]
Ling Han almost burst out laughing when he saw the head-shaped soul bone in the system space, which emitted a faint, almost negligible green light and had a somewhat skeletal shape.

'A green caterpillar? The head, no less? System, you're truly a genius! This thing is absolutely top-tier! Tang San will surely 'love' it to bits!'

He suppressed a laugh, and with a flick of his wrist, the ten-year-old green caterpillar head bone appeared in his hand.

The soul bone was a dull, lifeless green, with some blurry, downy patterns on its surface. The energy fluctuations it emitted were so weak that they were almost nonexistent. It was more like a low-quality green jade artifact than a soul bone.

"Here, take this." Ling Han casually tossed the soul bone to Tang San as if it were a piece of trash.

Tang San caught it instinctively; it felt slightly cool to the touch.

He looked down impatiently, and the burning passion in his heart was instantly cooled as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it! What... is this?

Soul bone? Not only is its shape bizarre and ugly, but this green color... is just too glaring!

Moreover, this soul power fluctuation... is so weak that it's almost imperceptible! This timeframe is definitely no more than a hundred years! It might even be only a dozen years!

An extremely ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

Seeing Tang San's ever-changing expression, Ling Han feigned confusion and asked, "Hmm? What's wrong, Tang San?"

"This is a precious soul bone, why haven't you absorbed it yet? Could it be... that you don't like the gift I've given you?" His voice gradually turned cold, carrying an undeniable threat.

Tang San shuddered and instantly snapped out of his daze.

He sensed the coldness in Ling Han's words. He knew that if he dared to refuse, he would face torture worse than death. 'Endure! I must endure! A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan! As long as I'm alive, there is hope!' He kept telling himself this.

(End of this chapter)