Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

A child from an ordinary noble family wouldn't risk offending such a behemoth over a few idle words.

Moreover, Tang Yuehua is clearly protecting this person. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in Yuexuan is just asking for trouble.

So despite the discussions, no one actually went up to Tang San and said anything.

Occasionally, one or two young people, who considered themselves to be of high status, would glance at Tang San with curious eyes. Seeing that Tang San neither responded nor got angry, but just sat there calmly, they felt that this person was not easy to mess with, so they withdrew their gaze and went about their business.

Three months passed by in the blink of an eye.

That afternoon, Tang San sat under the eaves as usual, listened to Tang Yuehua play a zither, and slowly opened his eyes.

He lowered his head, looking at his hands, his fingers slowly opening and then slowly closing.

Compared to three months ago, he looks like he's been washed clean.

Tang San's murderous aura had dissipated by more than half, and the ferocity that emanated from his bones was almost gone. Although it had not been completely eliminated, it was much better than when he first arrived at Yuexuan.

Tang Yuehua put away her zither, walked over to look at his expression, and nodded slightly: "That's about it."

"The remaining bit is no longer affecting your will, so you can take the pill."

Tang San stood up and bowed deeply to Tang Yuehua: "Thank you for taking care of me these past three months, Aunt."

Tang Yuehua waved her hand, refusing the thanks, but only gave a word of advice: "When you take the pill, although your mind will be more stable, the medicine is very potent, so you still have to be careful."

"I've already had a quiet room prepared for you. Go there and cultivate in seclusion; no one will disturb you."

Tang San responded, took out the white jade porcelain bottle from his bosom, uncorked it, and glanced at it.

Five pills lay quietly at the bottom of the bottle, their orange-red glow casting a soft, warm halo around the bottle's surface.

He carefully put away the porcelain bottle and turned to walk towards the quiet room deep inside the Moon Pavilion.

Tang Yuehua stood under the corridor, watching his back, and suddenly remembered what her second brother, Tang Hao, looked like when he was young many years ago.

Back then, Tang Hao walked with the same pace, neither too fast nor too slow, his back ramrod straight, like an unyielding mountain.

She sighed softly, picked up her zither, and went back into the house.

Tang San pushed open the door to the quiet room, went inside, and then gently closed the door behind him.

The room was softly lit, with clean walls and only a low couch, a futon, and an oil lamp.

He placed the porcelain bottle beside the couch, sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing for a moment. Only when his breathing had completely calmed down did he pick up the porcelain bottle again and pour out a pill.

The pill felt slightly warm in my palm, with a rich but not pungent aroma, carrying the unique warmth of the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent's inner core.

Tang San put the pill into his mouth, closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and began to guide the medicinal power.

The pill, made from the inner core of the ten Fiery Sun Serpents, was very potent. After Tang San took it, he immediately felt his soul power increase. He quickly activated the Mysterious Heaven Technique to refine the pill and cultivate his soul power.

Chapter 481 Plot Changes: Tang San Reaches Level 60 Soul Emperor

Tian Dou City, Yue Xuan.

After Tang San swallowed the four pills of the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent, the days passed by one by one.

There was no sound, no ups and downs, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three months, Tang San devoted almost all his energy to digesting the effects of the medicine.

The effects of those four pills were much stronger than he had expected. Even with the Xuan Tian Gong as a foundation and his robust physique, it took him a full three months to slowly and completely digest the essence.

However, during these three months, apart from digesting the effects of the medicine, Tang San did not neglect anything else.

Tang San diligently learned and practiced the aristocratic rules that Tang Yuehua taught him.

Tang San knew what was going on.

The malevolent aura he brought from the City of Slaughter was too strong. If he didn't get rid of it quickly, he would definitely run into trouble in his cultivation, and might even suffer a qi deviation.

……

Three months later, one evening, Tang San suddenly felt something was wrong.

It turned out that the murderous aura that had been lingering around him all day and that he couldn't shake off had actually disappeared.

Tang San was stunned for a moment, then let out a long breath, feeling inexplicably light and refreshed.

It was at this moment that the last trace of medicinal power in the pill was also completely digested.

That evening, in a guest room in the backyard of Yuexuan.

The moonlight was like water, its gentle glow spreading across the land.

Tang San sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, with neatly folded bedding behind him and a small low table in front of him, on which sat an unlit soul guide lamp.

The window wasn't closed tightly, so moonlight squeezed in through the crack, casting the entire window frame's shadow on the ground, bright and clear, illuminating every detail of the room.

Tang San closed his eyes, his breathing was steady and long, and the Xuan Tian Gong within his body was slowly circulating.

His soul power was like a gentle river, flowing around the meridians in circles, growing stronger with each turn.

As time went by, a unique aura gradually emanated from Tang San.

That wasn't ordinary soul power fluctuation; it was a special, subtly oppressive aura that only a soul master would release when breaking through a bottleneck.

"I have been at the Moon Pavilion for more than half a year... Today I have finally finished digesting all the pills, and my soul power is about to break through the level 60 barrier."

Tang San calmly circulated his soul power while silently pondering in his heart.

Level 60 is the threshold of becoming a Soul Emperor; once you cross it, a whole new world awaits.

Tang San went from level 55 to level 60 in just over half a year, a speed that is extremely astonishing in the entire Soul Master world.

While the ten Fiery Sun Serpent Elixir certainly contributed to this, it was also inseparable from his daily arduous cultivation and the mental refinement he achieved during this period at Yuexuan.

Time passed in silence.

Half an hour has passed.

The fluctuations in Tang San's aura became clearer and more intense, as if a dormant volcano was about to awaken, with magma surging and churning underground, just waiting for the last thin layer of rock to shatter.

Finally, with a soft "poof," it was as if something had been gently pierced.

Tang San felt a bottleneck that had been blocking and binding him within his body suddenly burst open.

Immediately afterwards, the speed of the Xuan Tian Gong's circulation suddenly increased, like a river bursting its banks, rushing and roaring towards every part of the body.

The meridians were widened, the dantian was filled, and an unprecedented sense of power rose from the depths of the bone marrow.

Level 60.

Soul Emperor.

From this moment on, Tang San officially became a Soul Emperor.

Afterwards, he did not rush to get up, but continued to sit cross-legged, spending another half an hour to stabilize his newly broken-through soul power.

The soul power within his body gradually calmed down, transforming from a raging river into a calm lake, unfathomable yet undisturbed.

Tang San slowly opened his eyes, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

He stretched his stiff neck, then relaxed his limbs and lay back on the bed.

The bed frame creaked softly, and the moonlight fell directly on his face, cool and comforting.

After completing his cultivation, Tang San closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

He slept exceptionally soundly that night, without even having a dream.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Tang Yuehua arrived at Tang San's guest room as usual.

She plays the zither for Tang San every day to cleanse the murderous aura within her body; this has become an unwavering routine.

However, today, Tang Yuehua stopped in her tracks as soon as she opened the door.

She clearly sensed that Tang San's aura was completely different from yesterday's.

"Xiao San, you...you've broken through?"

Tang Yuehua's voice was filled with undisguised shock.

She knew that Tang San had been taking pills during this time, and she had personally witnessed Tang San cultivating day after day.

But Tang Yuehua never expected that the effects of those pills would be so amazing.

In just over six months, he jumped from level 55 to level 60, a leap of five levels of soul power, which is simply unbelievable to ordinary soul masters.

Tang San had already sat up in bed. Hearing Tang Yuehua's words, he smiled and nodded, his smile carrying the unique brightness of a young man and a hint of unconcealed pride: "Yes, Aunt, I've broken through."

"Moreover... I feel that the killing intent within me has been completely eliminated."

Tang Yuehua quickly walked over, looked Tang San up and down, and then reached out to touch his wrist to confirm that the killing intent in his body had completely disappeared before she felt relieved.

Then, Tang Yuehua raised her hand and gently patted Tang San's shoulder twice, her eyes slightly reddening, and said repeatedly, "Good, good! Little San, you really didn't disappoint your aunt."

"Oh, right, Auntie."

After a moment of silence, Tang San said somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm planning to leave."

Tang Yuehua seemed to have expected this, and upon hearing it, she did not show any surprise. She simply asked calmly, "Going to hunt for spirit rings?"

"Yes."

Tang San nodded and added, "However, I plan to go back to the sect first, see my father and uncle, and then ask the sect to help arrange the Soul Hunting."

"That's true."

Tang Yuehua pondered for a moment, then nodded repeatedly and said, "Now that you and your father have returned to the Haotian Sect, the matter of hunting souls should naturally be handled by the sect."

"Although the Haotian Sect has been in seclusion for many years, it still has some foundation."

Tang San raised his head, looked earnestly at Tang Yuehua, and tentatively asked, "Then, Aunt, would you like to come back with me?"

Tang Yuehua was slightly taken aback, a complicated expression appearing on her face. Her lips moved a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.

She lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time.

"Aunt, let's go back together."

Tang San noticed her hesitation and softened his voice to persuade her, "Didn't you say that you haven't seen your father and uncle for many years? This is a good opportunity."

"Even though your uncle and father don't say it, they've always been thinking about you."

Tang Yuehua stood there quietly, the morning light filtering through the window and falling on her slightly thin figure.