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

Even Xiao Wu and other team members, under Yu Xiaogang's guidance, experienced a significant improvement.

The most crucial one is Flander.

Just as Tang San had planned, after handing over the captured Soul Master to Yu Xiaogang for the first time, he fed back a massive amount of purified Soul Power into Flander's body.

Flander, who had been stuck at level 78 for many years, broke through the barrier under the impact of that soul power and reached level 79, only one step away from becoming a Soul Douluo!

Having tasted the sweetness of getting something for nothing, Flander's sense of guilt and bottom line were further crushed. He could no longer leave this pirate ship, and even went out to "hunt" at night more actively than Yu Xiaogang.

"Once we arrive in Wuhun City, everyone should rest for the night." Flander sat in the middle of the carriage, looking at the students filling it with their spirit rings. "The organizing committee will draw lots early tomorrow morning. Tonight, I'll take Xiao San, Mu Bai, and a few others who just broke through to the next level to the Star Dou Great Forest. We must equip our spirit rings before the competition begins."

Tang San nodded, a hint of anticipation in his eyes. The confidence brought by his sudden surge in strength allowed him to rediscover his former pride.

"Qian San..." Tang San murmured the name in his heart, his fingers unconsciously touching the hidden weapon in his hand. "I will make you pay back the humiliation you suffered before, with interest."

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As night fell, several fast horses galloped out on the post road outside Wuhun City under the cover of darkness.

Flander and Zhao Wuji escorted Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others, heading straight for the Star Dou Great Forest, hundreds of miles away from Wuhun City. Time was of the essence; the draw for the finals was early tomorrow morning, and Yu Xiaogang was staying behind to draw the lots. They had to equip these little monsters with their spirit rings before the first round of matches began.

Among the team members, Tang San requires the highest age of his spirit rings, with his fifth spirit ring's limit being just over ten thousand years. With two high-level Soul Saints protecting them, as long as they don't venture too deep into the core area, this soul-hunting operation is practically a sure thing.

The air outside the Starry Sky Forest was heavy with humidity and the smell of decaying leaves.

Tang San walked in the middle of the group, his Purple Demon Eyes gleaming eerily in the darkness. His goal remained as clear as ever: evil.

His frenzied devouring over this period had made him acutely aware of the inherent weaknesses of the Blue Silver Grass. Without that insidious devouring mutation, his fragile plant martial soul would be less than tinder to start a fire in front of Qian San.

Several times, he couldn't resist wanting to grasp the heavy Haotian Hammer in his left hand.

But the teacher's words always echoed in my ears: "There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters."

Tang San clenched his fists. Since the righteous path was blocked, he would go all the way down this path. As long as he could push the toxicity and evil of the Blue Silver Grass to the extreme, he could drag Qian San into the mire just the same!

"Over there." Tang San suddenly stopped and pointed to a swamp shrouded in gray miasma on his right.

Following his pointing finger, the group found a chilling plant deep within the swamp. It was a Ghost Vine Flower blooming on a pile of rotting flesh, its size comparable to a millstone. Its dark purple vines, like venomous snakes, writhed in the mud, emitting a nauseating stench of decay.

"Around 13,000 years ago, it possessed purely corrosive and hallucinogenic properties." Flander pushed up his glasses. "It's bizarre, but it certainly suits your current path."

Without wasting words, Zhao Wuji activated his Mighty Vajra Bear Martial Soul. With a slap, he dispersed the surrounding miasma, and with a few punches, together with Flander, they quickly smashed the menacing Ghost Vine Flower into a pile of mud.

Tang San sat down cross-legged and skillfully manipulated the black ten-thousand-year soul ring.

Two hours later, Tang San opened his eyes, and dark purple Blue Silver Grass surged from his palm. The original fine barbs disappeared, replaced by a layer of strange scales secreting gray mucus.

Fifth Soul Skill: Netherworld Calamity.

This is no longer a simple life-draining skill. Once someone is entangled by this blue silver grass imbued with death energy, or even just gets a little bit of that gray slime on them, their soul power circulation will instantly stagnate, and their life force will slowly wither and rot, but they will be unable to absorb it. It's a classic case of harming others without benefiting oneself.

However, this is a method of directly destroying the enemy's foundation.

Looking at the Blue Silver Grass that exuded an aura of death, a chilling satisfaction flashed in Tang San's eyes. This was the power he desired.

After obtaining Tang San's spirit rings, the team's progress accelerated considerably.

The Star Dou Great Forest is abundant with low- to mid-tier soul beasts. At dawn, Dai Mubai successfully hunted down a Bloodthirsty Tiger over four thousand years old, gaining a fourth soul skill that greatly enhances his melee burst damage and pain shield. Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, obtained a powerful assassination skill—a short-range dash through the shadows—from a Shadow-Escape Leopard of similar cultivation level...

With everyone's objective achieved, Flander didn't dare to delay for a moment and led several children covered in blood to Wuhun City overnight.

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At the same time, in Wuhun City, at the lottery venue.

As the team with the highest ranking points in the qualifying rounds, the Heavenly Dou Royal Second Team unsurprisingly earned a bye in the first round. Franya didn't even show her face; she simply had the other teachers draw lots on her behalf as a formality.

Shrek Academy, however, had a less favorable draw. Due to their lower ranking, they were drawn against another strong team from the Heaven Dou region in the first round: the Plant Academy.

Yu Xiaogang sat in Shrek Academy's rest area, looking at the battle schedule in his hand, his face somewhat gloomy.

He glanced at the clock on the wall; there were less than three hours until the match officially began. Flander and the others hadn't returned yet. If Tang San and Dai Mubai couldn't catch up, relying solely on a few substitutes would definitely be a tough battle against the Plant Academy. Fortunately, Ma Hongjun was still there; hopefully, his fire would burn brighter in a bit.

Yu Xiaogang paced anxiously around the room, his thoughts drifting away. He was thinking about Tang San's twin martial souls. Tang San's soul power had increased too quickly, far exceeding his theoretical understanding of twin martial souls.

After all, he's only a Soul Master at this point.

If Tang San's two martial souls are simultaneously equipped with high-level soul rings, will there be attribute conflicts? If he doesn't have a special cultivation method, will Tang San explode and die?

Concern leads to confusion. Tang San is not only a good disciple for him to prove himself to the world, but also the only hope to help him improve his soul power.

In the world today, there is only one person who has successfully resolved the backlash from twin martial souls and is still alive today.

Pope Bibidon.

Thinking of that woman, Yu Xiaogang stopped in his tracks. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes. It wasn't just about the cultivation method for twin martial souls. A more secretive thought was brewing within him.

Bibi Dong's martial souls are the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor and the Death Spider Emperor.

That is the purest and most supreme evil attribute.

Since Tang San's mutated Blue Silver Grass can replenish itself by absorbing the cultivation of those nobodies, then... what if it were Bibi Dong?