Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

This was an extremely demanding process that tested one's mental strength. Tang San dared not be careless in the slightest; even injecting just a little too much could cause a secondary impact on Xiao Wu's fragile body.

Time passed slowly in the quiet room.

As energy continued to flow in, Tang San was surprised to find that a faint blush had indeed appeared on Xiao Wu's pale, translucent cheeks. Her previously disordered and rapid breathing gradually became steady and long.

"it works!"

Tang San was overjoyed, but he forcibly suppressed the urge to immediately increase the transmission volume.

This power was, after all, an external force, and he dared not inject it in large quantities without receiving feedback from Xiao Wu herself. If he were to damage Xiao Wu's foundation, he would be guilty beyond redemption.

So Tang San remained seated on the edge of the bed, maintaining the weakest possible energy transmission.

The night outside the window gradually faded, and the east began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Two hours of intense concentration left Tang San's forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and his face was somewhat pale due to the excessive consumption of his mental energy.

Just then, the person on the bed twitched their fingers slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Wu's long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The moment she regained consciousness, the tearing pain coursing through her body instantly brought her back to reality. Xiao Wu froze, tears welling up in her eyes.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze gradually focusing, and immediately saw Tang San standing by the bedside, his eyes red and swollen.

"elder brother……"

Xiao Wu's voice was weak, filled with grievance and pain, "I'm in so much pain..."

These three words were like three sharp knives piercing Tang San's heart, tearing it in half.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Wu, don't be afraid. I'm here. I'll always be here." Tang San quickly bent down, his voice trembling as he comforted her, but his hands held Xiao Wu's fingers firmly, not daring to let the Blue Silver Grass connection break in the slightest.

Seeing Xiao Wu's pained expression, Tang San gritted his teeth and tentatively increased the force of the energy transfer slightly.

A warm current quickly spread from her fingertips to Xiao Wu's entire body.

This pure energy, like rain after a long drought, precisely enveloped her broken shinbone and ribs on her side, slowly nourishing and repairing the damaged tissues.

"Xiao Wu, feel it carefully." Tang San stared nervously into Xiao Wu's eyes, his tone tinged with apprehension.

"Is this warmth helping your recovery? Have you felt any rejection or hidden problems within your body?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu endured the pain, closed her eyes, and guided her mental energy to examine the condition inside her body.

A moment later, she opened her eyes again, a hint of surprise in them.

"Brother, this power feels so warm; the broken bones don't feel so agonizing anymore," Xiao Wu answered truthfully. Then, after savoring the sensation for a moment, she said softly.

"However... the nature of this energy seems somewhat complex, unlike the soul power you usually cultivate."

Tang San's heart tightened, and he even paused for a moment, afraid of hearing bad news.

"But..." Xiao Wu looked at Tang San's nervous expression and forced a weak smile, "Brother, don't worry. Although this power has some impurities, it won't harm me."

Hearing Xiao Wu confirm that he was alright, Tang San finally felt relieved.

"As long as it's useful to you, that's fine." Tang San let out a long sigh of relief, a hint of obsessive tenderness flashing in his eyes.

Even so, Tang San remained restrained. He didn't rush to pour all his power into her at once. He understood the principle of moderation better than anyone else. Xiao Wu's body was like a porcelain vase full of cracks; it could only be nourished slowly with warm water, never roasted with fierce fire.

Moreover, he couldn't bear to inflict more wounds on Xiao Wu in order to speed up the delivery process.

He couldn't bear to even get a minor cut.

So, Tang San patiently helped Xiao Wu recover little by little, through the tiny gash on her fingertip, like a gentle spring rain nourishing the earth.

In this tranquil morning, as Tang San sensed Xiao Wu's breathing becoming increasingly steady, his eyes gradually deepened in the morning light.

Titans involuntarily came to mind.

"A level 86 Contra..."

Tang San silently pondered the word in his heart, a chilling smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Before this, he only knew that Contra were powerful figures, forces worthy of reverence. But now, in his eyes, the value of Contra had been completely redefined.

The power extracted from just one Titan not only helped him level up several times, filling the gap in his cultivation, but also helped Yu Xiaogang shatter his decades-long level bottleneck, creating a Soul Venerable. Now, it has even become a life-saving medicine, pulling Xiao Wu back from the brink of serious injury and greatly shortening her recovery period.

"This is no mere retainer; it's a priceless treasure!"

Tang San was filled with mixed emotions. This shortcut—which allowed him to benefit himself and those around him in every way simply by stripping others of their resources, without having to cultivate day and night—was simply too wonderful and too intoxicating.

After he's tasted this sweetness, making him sit in meditation and meditate honestly would be worse than killing him.

However, no matter how strong a Titan's physique is, he is still just a human being, and sooner or later he will be drained and worn down to death.

As Tang San channeled his soul power into Xiao Wu, the greed in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.

He recalled the stories Titan had told him about other families who had followed his father.

Titan was merely the patriarch of the Power Clan, one of the four single-attribute clans that followed their father.

"Since one race is powerful, then what about the other three races..."

Tang San licked his slightly dry lips, his eyes gleaming.

"I wonder if there are any Soul Douluos with vigorous blood and energy like Senior Titan among the retainers left by my father?"

If we could find a few more...

Sunlight shone on Tang San's back, but it couldn't dispel the shadow in his heart. His thirst for power was slowly consuming the last vestiges of his humanity.

......

The next morning, at Shrek Academy,

The gloom of yesterday was swept away, and a rare burst of hearty laughter rang out.

Flander, beaming with pride, was arranging things in the courtyard. Upon learning that Xiao Gang had finally broken through to level 30, this stingy owl-like dean, for the first time ever, paid out of his own pocket to buy several pounds of good meat and several jugs of good wine from the best restaurant in the city, and last night he took Yu Xiao Gang out for a good drink.

"Old Zhao, I'll leave the affairs of the academy to you and Erlong for the next few days."