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

The moment Zhang San entered the Spirit Hall, his gaze swept over the towering dome and the massive stone pillars, finally settling on the Pope's throne and the unparalleled woman on it.

Zhang San was neither afraid nor nervous; he simply followed quietly behind Chrysanthemum Douluo, his steps steady and his back straight.

Chrysanthemum Douluo stopped three steps in front of the jade steps, turned slightly to the side, and let Zhang San behind him take half a step forward.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope."

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Zhang San bowed slightly at the same time. Although Zhang San's movements were not as fluid as Chrysanthemum Douluo's, they were still quite proper, neither humble nor arrogant.

No need for formalities.

Bibi Dong's gaze passed over Chrysanthemum Douluo and landed on Zhang San.

"You're Zhang San?"

"Zhang San greets the Pope."

Zhang San remained calm and showed no fear, which brought a hint of satisfaction to Bibi Dong's purple eyes.

Bibi Dong nodded slightly and slowly said, "Very good! Do you know what twin martial souls mean?"

Zhang San raised his head and replied, "This disciple does not know."

"Since the birth of recorded martial souls, you are the third person to awaken twin martial souls."

"The first person with twin martial souls died because he didn't know how to properly attach soul rings to his second martial soul, and his soul power went out of control, causing him to self-destruct."

"And I am the second Soul Master to possess twin Martial Souls, and also the first Soul Master to successfully cultivate twin Martial Souls."

Bibi Dong's tone carried a hint of pride.

Zhang San's brow twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

The hall was silent for a few seconds.

Suddenly, Zhang San knelt down on both knees, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. Just like in the original story, he knelt before Yu Xiaogang with utmost devotion.

The difference is that in this life, the object of his worship is a true genius Soul Master.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly, inwardly admiring Zhang San's act of submission, and asked, "Would you be willing to become my disciple?"

Bibi Dong's voice remained calm, but it seemed to have gained a touch more warmth than before.

Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly looked up, his effeminate face filled with astonishment.

If His Holiness the Pope personally accepts a disciple, that person has the potential to become the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. Currently, the Pope only has Hu Liena as a disciple. With Zhang San's talent, he is likely destined to become the future Pope.

Without hesitation, Zhang San slammed his forehead heavily onto the marble floor and piously cried out, "Disciple greets Master!"

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, a hint of genuine satisfaction appearing in her beautiful eyes.

"Okay. From now on, I'll call you 'Mistress'."

A complex emotion welled up in Zhang San's heart. This title felt like some kind of strange destiny.

Bibi Dong's tone suddenly became solemn and serious as she promised, "If you cultivate to the Soul King level before the age of twenty... I will appoint you as the Holy Son of my Spirit Hall, that is, the next Pope."

Zhang San's breath hitched slightly. He took a deep breath and touched his forehead to the ground again: "Yes. Thank you, Teacher! Your disciple will never let you down."

Zhang San recalled his days in the Tang Sect in his previous life. As an outer disciple, no matter how talented he was, he could never become an inner disciple. Now, however, he had risen from an orphan to become the Pope's disciple, the future Holy Son. This deeply moved Zhang San, and he silently remembered this kindness.

Bibi Dong looked at Zhang San kneeling on the ground, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned to Chrysanthemum Douluo: "Elder Chrysanthemum."

"Your subordinate is here." Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed hurriedly.

"You immediately take Xiao San to hunt for her first spirit ring. First, attach a spirit ring to her first martial soul, the Human-Faced Spider King."

"Then, take Xiao San to the Spirit Hall Academy to study with Nana."

"Yes, Your Holiness. I take my leave." Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed again.

Zhang San kowtowed to Bibi Dong one last time, then stood up and said, "This disciple takes his leave."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly.

Chrysanthemum Douluo led Zhang San out of the hall.

Zhang San looked up at the sky and secretly vowed: as long as he becomes the Pope, he will promote Tang Clan hidden weapons in this world and make them the greatest existence on this continent.

Holy Soul Village.

Three months passed quietly in the daily practice and work.

In the open space behind the blacksmith's shop, the wind howled as the hammers struck, one blow after another, the force building up layer by layer. By the eighty-first strike, the wind from the hammers had created a sharp, piercing sound, and with a "whoosh!" the leaves of the trees nearby rustled down.

Tang San put away his hammer and stood up, taking a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly.

After years of continuous hard training, Tang San's Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique has been basically perfected.

Tang Hao, inside the blacksmith's shop, watched this scene and couldn't help but be shocked by Tang San's cultivation comprehension.

This Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique is a combination of strength and skill. Relying solely on physical strength, the extreme explosive power generated by the cumulative force of eighty-one hammer blows has already provided Tang San with a trump card that allows him to challenge opponents of higher levels.

Because of his practice of hammer techniques, every muscle in Tang San's body was as firm as iron, and his bones and tendons were strong, far surpassing those of his peers.

In addition, Tang San also crafted a small Vajra warhammer for himself.

It was forged by Tang San himself, hammer blow by blow, using the best materials from the blacksmith's shop. The hammer body was made of refined steel, and the handle was wrapped in a layer of non-slip coarse cloth. It was about the same size as his own martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, but its shape was more like a forging hammer.

It weighed about fifty pounds. For a six-year-old child, this was quite an astonishing weight. But Tang San weighed it and felt it was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, easy to swing and powerful when used.

Fifty pounds, which is much lighter than the actual weight of the Haotian Hammer.

Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer actually weighs an astonishing 500 jin (approximately 250 kg). However, since the spirit and its host are connected, Tang San only needs to bear one-tenth of the Clear Sky Hammer's true weight when using it. In other words, the 500-jin Clear Sky Hammer feels to Tang San to be approximately 50 jin (approximately 25 kg).

Tang San knew that he couldn't use the Clear Sky Hammer in front of others, but he needed a suitable weapon while acquiring spirit rings and hunting spirit beasts.

Using an external object to replace a martial soul is the best choice.

Tang San gripped the Vajra Small War Hammer, twirled it in his hand, and the hammerhead drew a bright silver arc in the air.

He thought to himself: I dare not entrust my life to that useless master.

A few days ago, Tang San confessed everything he needed to.

Tang San neatly piled the fish traps and hunting tools he had used in the corner of the blacksmith's shop and covered them with an oilcloth. Of the six chickens, he stewed three, and gave the remaining three to Old Jack.

Over the past three months, Tang San has made several trips to Notting City and exchanged his savings for gold soul coins, totaling forty gold soul coins.

Forty gold soul coins are a considerable fortune. However, for Tang San, who is about to enter the Soul Master Academy and needs to purchase various cultivation supplies, it is barely enough.