Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

Meng Yiran stared blankly at him, hesitating whether to go up and say hello.

"Oh no! It seems there's a problem with Xiao San absorbing the spirit ring!"

Just then, Dai Mubai's exclamation rang in everyone's ears.

He was still immersed in resentment and regret that Ye Qiu had returned alive, but in the blink of an eye he found that Tang San's face had turned black.

Fine beads of blood have begun to seep from the skin exposed outside the clothes.

"What!? How could this be?" Zhao Wuji's heart tightened, and without thinking about Ye Qiu and the others anymore, he immediately went to Tang San's side.

If this guy dies, he'll be dead too!

Ye Qiu held the two women in his arms, and out of the corner of his eye, he also noticed Tang San absorbing the spirit ring.

Fortunately, there's still time!

Tang San's unexpected turn of events conveniently created an opportunity for the skunk to act.

Looking at the two women in his arms, Ye Qiu slowly lowered his head and traced their faces.

Ning Rongrong readily moved her face closer.

Zhu Zhuqing, however, had blood on her face and lowered her head, weeping softly.

"Ye Qiu~ Dirty..."

"It's okay..." Although both women looked a bit disheveled, their skin still felt smooth and soft to the touch.

Ye Qiu gently kissed the two women on the cheeks and whispered in their ears that he had something else to do.

Then they released them.

Unexpectedly, they worked together quite well, each holding one of Ye Qiu's arms and pressing them against their chests.

"Then, is it alright to hold hands?" Ning Rongrong blushed and looked at him cautiously, not knowing what he wanted to do and a little afraid of delaying him.

Ye Qiu glanced at the two women. Even Zhu Zhuqing, who usually didn't show affection to him in public, was suppressing her shyness and refusing to let go.

"Okay..." He could only smile and nod; everything was arranged anyway!

"Hmph!" Xiao Wu snorted and followed Ye Qiu and the others who were already walking towards Tang San.

"Old man...should we leave?" Chao Tianxiang glanced at Meng Yiran, who looked somewhat envious, and hesitated.

"Let's wait and see. Since she still really likes that kid, I'll give her a hand!"

Meng Shu stroked his beard, his eyes gleaming as he watched Ye Qiu's retreating figure.

"Yiran, let's go take a look first..." Meng Shu was also a little worried about that child; it would be difficult to handle if he were to be blamed.

"Okay!" Meng Yiran nodded, and the three of them moved closer to Tang San.

Ye Qiu arrived not far in front of Tang San.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing leaning against him like a little bird, Dai Mubai's face immediately turned ashen.

"Ye Qiu~ What's going on?" Ning Rongrong looked at Tang San's current state, which was simply ferocious and terrifying!

At this moment, Tang San's brows were furrowed, blood was spilling from his lips, and his body was convulsing, shrouded in a thin mist of blood.

The immense power contained within this spirit ring was incompatible with his physical body, causing blood beads to begin to seep from his body and evaporate into the air with his spirit power.

"Teacher Zhao, won't Tang San die if this continues?" Ma Hongjun swallowed hard as he looked at Tang San, who was now covered in blood.

He had never seen anyone absorb a spirit ring like this before; it was truly agonizing!

Just as Zhu Zhuqing was moaning softly, Xiao Wu, who had clung to her arm, saw the corpse of the human-faced spider lying to the side and let out a soft exclamation.

"Xiao Qiu~ This human-faced demon spider..."

"I know! This is a two-thousand-year-old human-faced demon spider!"

Two thousand years!?

Ye Qiu's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Zhao Wuji's head, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his eyes revealed a look of terror.

"Ye Qiu, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

Zhao Wuji knew very well that the limit of the third ring should be 1,700 years.

Tang San is not only not in peak physical condition, but his spirit rings are also far beyond his limits... something unexpected might happen!

"It's no mistake. I once read in a book that the cultivation level of a human-faced demon spider can be judged by the length of its legs. This human-faced demon spider's legs are over three meters long, which is a sign that its cultivation level is over two thousand years old."

Ye Qiu nodded affirmatively, but one hand slowly moved into his pocket as Zhu Zhuqing blushed.

It contains a glass ball.

Ye Qiu's words made Meng Yiran turn her head, and Xiao Wu also smiled and looked at her man.

"Xiao Qiu~ You're amazing!"

Ye Qiu felt a little embarrassed by Xiao Wu's praise.

After all, he was overstepping his bounds and taking over what Xiao Wu was supposed to say.

"This is actually a two-thousand-year-old human-faced demon spider, thank goodness..." Meng Shu was also shocked when he heard Ye Qiu's words, and then felt a wave of fear.

Fortunately, he failed to hunt her down, otherwise his granddaughter would most likely have perished!

"Then Tang San...won't he explode and die?"

Ning Rongrong's soft words, however, resounded like a great bell in everyone's ears.

Boom!

"Ah!" Ning Rongrong closed her eyes in terror and threw herself into Ye Qiu's arms.

Meng Yiran also cried out in surprise and buried her head in Chaotianxiang's arms.

Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and Dai Mubai were so frightened that they trembled and quickly retreated, almost wetting themselves in fear.

Meng Shu and his wife's eyelids twitched, and Zhao Wuji felt a chill in his heart, thinking that Tang San had exploded, but his eyes were filled with horror as he looked at the place where the explosion had occurred in the distance.

"What exactly is going on?"

While everyone was shocked by the explosion in the distance, they did not notice that Tang San was suddenly disturbed, spitting out a mouthful of blood and even pausing the absorption of his spirit ring.

A skunk quickly pounced into Tang San's arms, its body emitting a burst of white light that surged into his body, resuming Tang San's absorption of the spirit ring.

The purple soul ring floating above his head was already swaying, as if it was about to dissipate!

Ye Qiu sneered.

He hugged Ning Rongrong tighter, wishing he could give her a long kiss right away.

A casual remark she made turned out to be a brilliant assist.

His plan to use the explosion of gunpowder to distract them went very smoothly.

The effect is outstanding!

Before returning, Ye Qiu also used his Sharingan to control a fire-breathing insect-type soul beast, the Firefly!

When he crushes the glass ball in his pocket, it will ignite the gunpowder packet left by Ye Qiu.

The explosion they just heard was caused by the fireflies.

The echoes of the explosion had not yet faded.

Xiao Wu was the first to not be able to stand it, covering her nose and backing away.

"It stinks..."

"What...? Yue~"

Zhao Wuji also came to his senses. After being frightened, he habitually took a deep breath and almost fainted.

"Grandma, it smells awful..."

Chao Tianxiang quickly led Meng Yiran to retreat, her old face wrinkled with worry.

The others also gradually distanced themselves from Tang San.

Fortunately, Ye Qiu quietly activated the Blue Silver Fragrance, preventing himself and the two women from suffering too much.

"What is that?!" Zhao Wuji covered his nose and looked into Tang San's arms.

"It looks like a soul beast!" Snake Granny squinted at Tianxiang, finally getting a clear look at the thing below!

"It's a skunk!" Dragon Lord Meng Shu, standing nearby, also turned pale. "Where did this skunk come from?"

Lord Long frowned. He hadn't noticed anything at all!

Moreover, how could a soul beast of this level possibly appear near the mixed zone?!

"Look! Xiao San has broken through! Did he succeed?!" Dai Mubai exclaimed.

"What!?" Zhao Wuji was overjoyed.

He thought he was probably going to die with him, but his eyes regained their light!

The Dragon and Snake couple also looked at Tang San in surprise.

Only Meng Yiran looked at Ye Qiu with curiosity and a strange expression in her eyes...

In the distance, Tang San sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands clasped around his dantian, with a Blue Silver Grass floating in his hands.