Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

"Young Master, you can also refine storage soul tools?" Titan asked in surprise. "This old servant has also studied these things, but the core formation is too complex, so..."

"Want to learn?" Tang Lan said casually, "Then I'll teach you."

With a flick of the hand.

A sphere of spiritual light flew out, containing a complete set of knowledge about storage soul guides.

Consider this a reward from Titan.

Titan absorbed the sphere of spiritual light and suddenly understood!

"Is this how the core formation should be depicted?"

"I used the wrong materials too!"

"I see!"

He is one of the three great master craftsmen of the continent.

The method of making this soul tool is just like the transition from martial arts to immortal cultivation.

A devastating blow, impossible to escape.

Look at Tang Lan's magnanimity.

Niu Gao and Bai He exchanged a glance and then accepted the storage ring.

"Thank you, Sect Master Tang," Niu Gao said politely.

The white crane clasped its hands together, hesitated for a moment as if it were thinking about something.

“Uncle, there’s no need for such formalities,” Tang Lan said first.

Baihe's older sister is Tang Hao's mother.

The two families are relatives.

Upon hearing this, Baihe smiled easily.

he knows.

The Min clan's predicament was completely resolved after Tang Lan addressed them as "Grandpa."

A flash of light appeared in his hand as he took out a rectangular wooden box.

He handed it to Tang Lan.

"Old White Bird!" Yang Wudi said, his eyes red with envy, "No matter how much I begged you, you wouldn't give it to me, you..."

Bai He didn't even glance at Yang Wudi.

He smiled kindly at Tang Lan—

"As an elder, I don't have much to offer, so I'll give you this 5000-year-old crystal blood dragon."

Oh?

Tang Lan unexpectedly took the wooden box, opened it, and took a look.

A ginseng plant lies inside.

Its entire body is a crystal-clear blood red, and there is a distinct raised layer on its surface, forming a five-clawed dragon soaring in the sky.

"Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, a celestial herb, naturally grade eight, evolved over ten thousand years."

Tang Lan recited them as if they were his own treasures—

"The medicinal effects of 5000 years actually extend to 9.5 years."

"Uncle, you're too kind."

Although the white crane looked pained, it was mostly relaxed.

A useless Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng was exchanged for the future of the Min clan.

Well worth it.

Little did they know.

[The host is gifted a 5000-year-old Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, causing Tang San to miss out on this immortal herb. Seize a trace of Tang San's luck!]

[Reward: Life Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone Age +5000!]

This is a very nice gift.

Tang Lan shouldn't be stingy either.

“Then, Uncle, your Min clan will be incorporated into the Min Hall of the Tang Clan, and you will continue to lead it personally.”

"Mainly responsible for intelligence gathering, reconnaissance, and information collection."

"You, Mintang, will also be in charge of matters related to Tang Li's newspaper."

"All members of the Mintang are equipped with all firearms except Barrett, as well as some concealed weapons."

"Mainly cultivate Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), and secondarily cultivate Qinlong Shou (a martial arts technique) and Ziji Motong (a martial arts technique)."

"What does Uncle-Grandpa think?"

The white crane nodded repeatedly in agreement!

Don’t say anything else.

The Tang Li newspaper, using the conflict of "Tang Sect breaking with the Heavenly Fighting Royal Family" as a pretext, has already become a sensation across the entire continent.

Under Tang Lan's "guidance".

Ning Fengzhi compiled many "secret stories of sects" and "romantic tales" into stories, dividing them into several chapters in a serialized format.

Moreover, each passage ends at a perfectly timed pause.

It's so tempting!

Even illiterate farmers would gather at the village entrance, waiting for someone to read it aloud word by word.

I experienced the joy of being a bystander.

Through a small newspaper, they controlled the "information channels" of the entire mainland.

A bright future awaits!

It was only because he held the title of "great-uncle" that this job would not have fallen to Mintang.

Not to mention that their weaponry and martial arts techniques are fully equipped.

Is there any need to hesitate?

"Old Goat, Old Rhinoceros, I'm sorry!"

"I will first support my grandson's career and formally join the Tang Clan."

"You guys should hurry up too."

Yang Wudi snorted.

He didn't say anything malicious.

Niu Gao hesitated.

Compared to Tang San's free-for-all scheme in the original novel.

Tang Lan's Tang Clan is now renowned throughout the entire continent.

Only the Spirit Hall can surpass it in prestige.

Becoming one of the top three sects is just around the corner.

Tang Lan, the sect leader, seems quite willing to give money and delegate authority.

How could I not be tempted?

—It's not that the hatred has been forgotten, but that he gave too much!

"Alright!" Yang Wudi hurriedly said, "Sect Leader Tang, be careful, I'm coming!"

Tang Lan gestured for him to do whatever he wanted.

Yang Wudi took out a pill that looked like a red bean and showed it to Tang Lan.

"Abrus precatorius toxin can cause nausea, coma, and eventually death from respiratory failure."

"It is not highly toxic, but it is extremely persistent and can cause excruciating pain."

Are you sure you want to take it?

Tang Lan did not reply.

A mouth.

He used the Dragon-Capturing Hand technique, carrying the pill into his mouth.

It looked as if he was sucking it into his mouth from a distance.

It's incredibly strange.

Tang Lan chewed carefully before swallowing.

He then opened his mouth to show Yang Wudi that he wasn't faking it.

The four old men kept a close eye on Tang Lan, not missing a single change.

Tang Lan appeared casual.

The toxins were dissolved by the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill before they even reached the stomach.

What could happen?

Thirty seconds

One minute

Ten minutes

Half an hour passed.

Tang Lan remains unharmed.

Yang Wudi wasn't surprised—how could someone set up such a bet without real skill?