Douluo Continent: Possessing Tang San's Body, Inheriting Life and Destruction

Tang San continued walking along the street, and stopped again when he passed a blacksmith shop.

The clanging of hammering metal and sparks flying from the blacksmith's shop entrance emanated from within. Tang San thought for a moment, then stepped inside.

I bought an iron bowl, a small stove and kindling, a short sword and a simple bow and arrow set, spending a total of two gold soul coins.

Tang San tucked his short sword into his waistband, slung his bow and arrows across his shoulder, and stuffed the stove and iron bowl into his bundle wrapped in cloth.

The Vajra Hammer is a blunt weapon, the short sword serves as a sharp weapon, and the bow and arrow can be used for ranged attacks.

If you encounter a soul beast in the Soul Hunting Forest, having more weapons increases your chances of survival. If that doesn't work, you'll have to use the Clear Sky Hammer.

Especially when hunting souls with that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang, his soul skills are just empty talk. If you really encounter danger, it's better to rely on yourself than on Yu Xiaogang.

If Tang San hadn't used his hidden weapons in the original story, he would likely have perished in the mouth of that four-hundred-year-old Mandala snake.

Tang San didn't want the beginning to be the end.

After buying the ironware, Tang San found a shop on the street and spent five copper soul coins to buy a quilt and a dozen masks.

Why buy face masks? Those who know, know.

Walking back along the path he had come from, Tang San returned to the academy. By then, the sky was already turning west, and the setting sun cast long shadows of the dormitory buildings.

Tang San pushed open the door to the seventh dormitory, where a noisy commotion was taking place.

When Xiao Wu saw Tang San enter, she opened her mouth and asked, "Tang San, where have you been?"

"I'm going out to buy some things." Tang San smiled and put everything away.

Wang Sheng leaned closer, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Tang San, are you going to war? You're using both a sword and a bow."

While tidying the bed, Tang San replied, "I'm going to the Soul Hunting Forest in a few days, so I'm preparing some things for self-defense."

"The Soul Hunting Forest?" Wang Sheng's eyes widened, his tone full of envy. "Tang San, are you going there to hunt for soul rings? Isn't your martial soul Blue Silver Grass?"

"Yes. Although my martial soul is rather useless, I have innate full soul power," Tang San said with a smile.

The other work-study students also looked on in shock.

……

In the dead of night, Tang San lay on his bed with his eyes wide open. Only after everyone was fast asleep and he was sure no one was awake did he gently lift the covers and carefully get up.

He pulled out the things he had prepared beforehand from under the bed: an iron bowl, a small stove, a kindling, and the wooden box containing whale glue.

After everything was ready, Tang San slipped out of Dormitory 7 without a sound and plunged into the night.

Tang San walked along the path behind the mountain for about fifteen minutes and came to a mountain hollow where there was a small lake.

After looking around and making sure no one was nearby, Tang San squatted down, set up the small stove, and started a fire.

He placed the iron bowl on the stove and then took the piece of whale glue from the wooden box and put it into the iron bowl.

The iron bowl was quickly heated by the flames, and the whale glue began to soften slowly under the high temperature. The originally black lumps gradually melted into a thick liquid, and the color changed from black to dark brown, like melted syrup.

An even stronger fishy smell rose with the steam. Tang San stared at the liquid in the bowl, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Taking a deep breath, Tang San picked up the iron bowl and, ignoring the heat, tilted his head back and gulped down the thick whale glue liquid.

It didn't taste good.

The first taste was fishy. Tang San suppressed the urge to gag, his throat tightening and relaxing as he forced himself to swallow the entire bowl of liquid. The liquid slid down his throat, carrying a burning sensation.

An indescribable heat wave suddenly erupted and quickly spread to every part of the body.

Tang San's skin turned red at a visible speed, starting from his neck and spreading all the way to his toes, making him look like a boiled shrimp.

Sweat poured out of every pore almost instantly, soaking his clothes and dripping down his chin and fingertips.

Tang San felt as if his body was being roasted over a fire, and the blood in his veins seemed to have turned into molten lava, surging and crashing through his body.

The muscles began to tremble uncontrollably, and veins bulged out from under the skin, wriggling like earthworms.

"hiss!"

Tang San gasped, frantically tearing at his clothes before plunging headfirst into the lake.

"thump!"

Water splashed everywhere, and the icy lake water instantly swallowed Tang San completely.

The lake water was bone-chillingly cold at night, but for Tang San, whose body was burning hot, the chill was like a godsend. The alternating sensation of hot and cold caused Tang San's muscles to clench suddenly, and his teeth to chatter.

The icy cold of the lake water and the scorching heat within his body clashed fiercely on Tang San's skin.

Time passed by, second by second.

Tang San was submerged in the lake, with only his head above water and his eyes closed.

Waves of heat came one after another, and Tang San's muscles would sometimes be as taut as iron, and sometimes as relaxed as cotton, in an endless cycle.

Tang San knew that this was the medicinal power of the whale glue at work, which was tempering his bones, muscles and meridians inch by inch.

An hour is neither a long nor a short time.

When the scorching heat finally began to subside, Tang San felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

Tang San opened his eyes and looked down at his hands. In the moonlight, his arms were covered with a layer of grayish-black, oily substance that was sticky.

This is because, during the process of refining the body, whale gel helps to expel impurities from the body through the pores.

Tang San looked at his chest and abdomen again. The muscle lines, which were already quite solid due to long-term training, became even more defined at this moment.

Tang San could feel a surge of power flowing through his body, and his physique was at least 20% stronger than before.

I quickly washed myself in the lake, scrubbing off all the dirt, and then climbed ashore.

"Not bad," Tang San muttered to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

After Tang San finished dressing, the clothes seemed to have become looser. It wasn't that the clothes had changed, but rather that Tang San's body had become more toned, and he had lost some of that bulky feeling.

Tang San packed his things while mentally calculating.

Before consuming whale gelatin, Tang San's current physical strength should have been at its limit to absorb a spirit ring of about five hundred years.

After all, Tang San was only six years old. Although he had been training for many years and his foundation was much stronger than that of his peers, his age meant that his physical development was limited.

but now……

Tang San stretched his shoulders, feeling the abundant power between his muscles, and silently calculated it in his mind.

"A six-hundred-year-old spirit ring should be no problem."

Whale collagen improves physical condition in all aspects, not just strength, but also the resilience of muscles, bones, meridians, and internal organs.

When absorbing a spirit ring, the energy of the spirit ring will cause a huge impact on the body. The stronger the body's ability to withstand the impact, the higher the age of the spirit ring that can be absorbed.

Most ordinary Soul Masters' first Soul Ring is around four hundred years old. A six-hundred-year Soul Ring is already more than 50% over the normal age for a first Soul Ring.

Tang San collected all the tools, made sure no traces were left, and walked back the way he came.

When Tang San returned to the dormitory building, he made sure there was no movement before sneaking in quietly and climbing into his bed.

On the next bed, Xiao Wu turned over, mumbled something, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

That rabbit is so carefree!

Tang San shook his head. Instead of going to sleep immediately, he sat cross-legged and began to complete his meditation practice for the day.