Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect

Of course, it doesn't mean that you will be kicked out of the sect if you don't meet the requirements. After all, there are also counterattack moments in Douluo Continent, such as "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't bully the young and poor." As long as the level of the badge obtained in the fighting arena is high enough, even if you didn't awaken the Clear Sky Hammer when you were six years old, you can still become an inner disciple of the Clear Sky Sect.

Normally speaking, Tang San is only ten years old now, and there is no need for him to participate in the Soul Fighting Arena. Moreover, he has just attached his second soul ring and has not even used his second soul skill. It would be a great disadvantage for him to participate in the Soul Fighting Arena now.

There is a way to limit the levels in the Fighting Spirit Arena. If you are stuck at level X9, you can fight against lower-level opponents with higher levels. Therefore, if Tang San participates in the Fighting Spirit Arena now, it is his weakest time.

Tang Hao said, "You can't use those hidden weapons. As long as you get the bronze badge within ten rounds, I will let you enter the Slaughter City without worry."

The promotion rules of the Fighting Spirit Arena are that you get one point for winning a game and lose one point for losing a game. You can advance when you accumulate 100 points. Theoretically, it is impossible to advance after ten games, but the Haotian Fighting Spirit Arena has special promotion rules.

First, if no one of the same level dares to challenge you in the entire Douhun Arena within seven days, you will automatically advance. Second, if you win consecutive games, your points will be doubled. That means winning the first game will give you 1 point, winning the second game will give you 2 points, winning three games in a row will give you 4 points, and winning four games in a row will give you 8 points. So, you only need seven consecutive wins to accumulate over points and advance.

Hearing the content of the test his father had given him, Tang San simply said casually, "Dad, there's no need for ten rounds. Three days is enough. You should use these three days to prepare for your trip to Slaughter City."

Seeing his son's confident look, Tang Hao's eyes showed an imperceptible amusement. If this was really so easy, he would not have brought it up. Tang Hao was tortured by his father back then.

"It's a good thing to be confident. Go ahead. I want to see how you can win seven games in a row in three days." Tang Hao showed a meaningful smile and raised his eyebrows.

Tang San was also confident and ran directly to the Haotian Fighting Spirit Arena, eager to complete this test of his father.

After Tang San left, Bai He, who had been hiding in the shadows to protect him, teleported to Tang Hao and asked in confusion, "Tang Hao, I'm not saying you underestimate your son. From my observation, even though Tang San has only just attached his second spirit ring, his strength is probably greater than most of the Great Spirit Masters of the Clear Sky Sect."

Bai He was not wrong. A great soul master with twin martial souls who practiced the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique and whose second martial soul broke the record by obtaining a thousand-year-level spirit ring, he didn't know how to fight against those of the same level. Even though Tang San's soul power was weaker than that of a level 29 great soul master, the difference in spirit rings was enough to make up for it.

Tang Hao immediately revealed a cunning smile, and said with a somewhat treacherous smile: "Haha, uncle, go contact the other six major sects and ask them to send the strongest contemporary Great Spirit Master in their sect."

Bai He was stunned when he heard this. What the hell, an off-stage move!

Tang Hao smiled confidently and said, "An ordinary Great Soul Master naturally cannot pose a threat to Xiao San, but if it is a Great Soul Master who also possesses a top-level martial soul and secretly obtains the bonus of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, then it is hard to say."

Bai He was shocked and said, "Wouldn't this be bad? What if?"

"It's okay, my father did the same thing back then."

Wow, this has been passed down from generation to generation!

Tang San naturally had no idea that his father was actually playing dirty tricks off the field, so he walked towards the Haotian Soul Fighting Arena with full confidence, ready to sign up immediately and let the Soul Fighting Arena arrange an opponent for him as soon as possible.

Just as Tang San was running towards the fighting arena, a fragrant breeze suddenly blew over, and a red handkerchief floated in front of Tang San as if it had eyes.

A graceful figure in red walked up to Tang San, deliberately bent down to pick up the red handkerchief that had fallen to the ground, and said with a smile: "Hey, Master Tang San, what brings you here?"

Tang San looked straight ahead and said nothing. It was obvious that the figure in red was the madam of the brothel next door.

The Soul Fighting Arena is a place that is a combination of gambling and the Colosseum. The main income of the Soul Fighting Arena does not come from registration fees, but from the handling fees collected from gambling. In addition, the battles between soul masters make people excited, so naturally there are such custom places near the Soul Fighting Arena.

Although this brothel is not the asset of the Haotian Sect, this land is the land of the Haotian Sect. To put it bluntly, the entire city relies on the Haotian Sect for food. How could this brothel owner not know Tang San?

Seeing that Tang San didn't react, the madam Wan Roujia smiled and said politely, "It seems that Young Master Tang San is busy with something, so Roujia won't bother you any more. If you have nothing to do in the future, remember to come and listen to a piece of music. As long as Young Master Tang San needs it, Roujia will do her best to arrange it to your satisfaction."

Tang San just smiled calmly and left without saying a word.

It wasn't just the brothels. As Tang San walked along, the entire street was filled with goodwill, as if it would be a blessing from heaven for Tang San to enter their shops. But it wasn't surprising. With Haotian Douluo's only son, he basically owned half of the Haotian Sect. Not to mention that he could walk sideways across the entire continent and cover the sky with one hand, he could almost cover half of the sky.

Chapter 20: Strange Food Spirit Master

"Young Master Tang San, the fruit is very fresh today. Please take some home to eat."

"Young Master Tang San, a batch of fine fabrics has just arrived in our shop. Please allow me to tailor one for you."

It was fine before everyone knew he was Tang Hao's son. Everyone just thought he was an ordinary disciple of the Haotian Sect. I don't know who spread the news, but now everyone knows that he is the only son of Haotian Douluo Tang Hao. The level of madness is despairing.

A girl who deliberately falls down in front of him and pretends to meet him by chance, and acts so arrogant and disdainful that even men are willing to stick their butts out.

There were even several times when he was surrounded and unable to move, and someone was needed to maintain order, especially recently.

In the world of Douluo Continent, soul masters are relatively precocious. After all, they awaken their martial souls at the age of six, and can use their martial souls to make money and work. Some of the more powerful soul masters, such as the one-ring soul master, even dare to hunt soul beasts in the wild.

So in Douluo Continent, Tang Sanshi is mature enough at this age to do mature things. Many people want to take advantage of him, or even take him down so that they can rise to the top in one step.

Tang San sighed in his heart. It was not that he was against matters between men and women, but it was impossible for him to be so casual. Immediately, the soul power in his body was activated, and his feet moved like a ghost.

After his soul power increased, Tang San's ghost tracking became more agile, and he passed through the crowd like a loach.

Just as Tang San was passing through the crowd, a familiar figure waved and said, "Cousin, cousin Tang San, this way."

Seeing the familiar figure, Tang San smiled, and in a flash he disappeared into an exquisite pavilion. The moment he entered, the aroma of food filled his nose, making Tang San's stomach growl as he had been studying in the Black Tower for a few days and could only eat coarse grains and boiled water.

Seeing the slightly overweight man with glasses beside him, Tang San smiled and said, "Brother Tang Niu, it's been a long time since we last met. I'm here to shamelessly eat for free again."

Tang Niu, an ordinary disciple of the Haotian Sect, is eleven years older than Tang Sanda. Although his last name is Tang, he did not awaken the Haotian Hammer but awakened the food-type martial spirit rice. He is a food-type soul master and his current cultivation level is only twenty-fourth level. In the Haotian Sect, being only at the twenty-fourth level at this age can be said to be very slow.

Tang Niu is not only a food expert, he is also a chef.

Tang Niu smiled innocently and said, "If it weren't for your help, cousin Tang San, the Rice Fragrance Pavilion might have been demolished long ago."

In Douluo Continent, the status of a food-type soul master is equivalent to that of a healer. They only need to produce food martial spirits and feed them to the soul masters to recover. In this world, there is no need for food-type soul masters to cook.

For example, Tang Niu's rice martial soul. His first soul skill is to heal rice, and his second soul skill is to restore rice. He only needs to use soul power to produce rice. It does not need to be cooked or even chewed. It can be swallowed raw.

For a food-type soul master to spend time studying cooking is simply wasting time in cultivation, neglecting the main point for the sake of trivial matters. It is also for this reason that Tang Niu's cultivation level is upgraded very slowly.

The soul power of food-type soul masters has always increased slowly, and now it is even slower.

But for Tang San, the young master of the Haotian Sect, he felt that there was nothing wrong with Tang Niu improving his cooking skills. After all, even if the food's spirit didn't become stronger after cooking, people would be satisfied if it tasted better.

The moment Tang San stepped into the private room, his nostrils were swept by a triple wave of aroma. On the table was a plate of cooked ten-year tea-flavored chicken wings, emitting a burnt aroma on the stone slab, mixed with the crisp middle note of the marinated juice, and the sweet smell of Tiandou deep-sea silver cod rolling in the steamer, the fat under the fish skin turning into liquid pearl aftertaste.

In front of the stove, Tang Niu's glasses were covered with white mist from the steam. In his hand, the shadow of a rice ear condensed by his soul power swayed gently. Tang Niu murmured softly, "When the golden ears of rice bow their heads, all the grains pay homage to the heavens."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Niu's first soul ring emitted a golden light, and grains of rice emerged from his rice martial soul. Then, Tang Niu skillfully put them into chicken wings to make a dish of chicken wings wrapped in rice.

"Where the ears of grain break at dawn, the granary will be restored after a thousand turns." As the second spell was chanted, silvery-white glutinous rice emerged from the martial soul and was stuffed into the fish's belly, absorbing all the fish soup.

Tang San couldn't help but gulp as he watched this exquisite cooking performance. It wasn't often that one could have a chef perform in front of them.

Seeing Tang San's drooling expression, Tang Niu also became proud and said, "Don't worry, cousin, there's more."

Tang Niu lifted the giant ceramic jar from the stove, revealing a rainbow-hued mushroom broth filled with seven-treasure shimmer. Rice grains transformed into a miniature forest of stars, mushrooms into mountains, fish roe into a lake, and dew condensation into a waterfall.

Tang Niu wiped his soul knife and explained, "Although my rice martial soul is weak, each grain of rice carries the energy of the earth vein. The first soul skill can heal injuries, and the second soul skill can restore soul power."

Although Tang San was not injured and his spirit power was not consumed much, he felt his spirit power trembling when he saw the fragrant food. He picked up the chicken wing wrapped in rice and took a bite. The perfect combination of oil and rice instantly satisfied his appetite.

The crispy skin exploded on the tip of his tongue, the bitterness of the juices and the oil weaving across his taste buds. The moment Tang San bit into it, his hearing was conquered before his taste, with the crisp sound of breaking fibers. The moment the fish entered his mouth, Tang San's tongue felt as if it were touching volcanic lava and glacial cracks at the same time.

The food-type martial spirit transformed into streams of heat and entered the body.

Tang San took a sip of the hot soup and sighed, saying, "Other people actually think you're taking a crooked path. They're blind."

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel a sense of peace in my body and mind. I haven't felt this peaceful since returning from Sunset Forest."

This feeling of physical satisfaction made him feel ecstatic, and he thought it would be a shame if he couldn't eat it later.

Seeing that his cooking was appreciated, Tang Niu was also happy and asked, "Cousin Tang San, you should have reached level 20 and should go to the fighting arena to register. How about I help you run the trip and you can eat here before going?"

Tang San nodded and handed the registration form that he had filled out earlier to Tang Niu. He didn't hesitate and started to eat heartily.

The soul masters participating in the soul fighting arena were all arranged to rest in a spacious room and wait for the competition. However, as a disciple of the Haotian Sect and the person with real power in the soul fighting arena, he naturally did not need to wait in the rest area like the others.

"Young Master, do you need to wear a mask?" Feng Yang, the manager of the Fighting Spirit Arena, walked up to Tang San, who had just finished his meal and was waiting for arrangements, holding several exquisite masks in his hands.

Feng Yang flattered him and said, "Young Master, you are extremely powerful. I suggest that you wear a mask to hide your strength and not scare others."

I have to say that Feng Yang is really good at flattering. He understands children's psychology very well. They like to wear masks and pretend to be pigs to eat tigers!

Chapter 21 The Pope

Tang San glanced at the tray that Feng Yang was holding in both hands, on which were placed several exquisite masks.

Wearing a mask can not only conceal one's identity, but also increase the sense of mystery. With Tang San's current status, it is not a problem to change his name when going into battle.

However, to Feng Yang's surprise, Tang San shook his head and refused, "It is not the behavior of a disciple of the Haotian Sect to hide one's head and show one's tail, nor is it what I want."

Hearing Tang San's words, Feng Yang's back was covered in cold sweat, and some sweat appeared on his forehead. He quickly said flatteringly: "Young Master is right. I have no brains. It's all my fault. Young Master is upright."

Tang San waved his hand and said, "I don't mean to blame you. I guess there must be quite a few people waiting for me to participate in the Douhun Arena competition, just waiting to defeat me and step on me to get to the top."

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Hearing this, Feng Yang took a breath and complained in his heart: Oh my god, how do you want me to answer you!

"How could this be? Young Master Tang San is the son of Haotian Douluo, and everyone follows your lead. If Young Master Tang San needs it, I will arrange it right away." Feng Yang had already said it very clearly. As long as Tang San needed it, he could arrange a fake match.

Tang San stopped him, saying, "No need. You also know that the sect severely punishes anyone who manipulates the results of the fighting arena. Anyone caught rigged in a match, whether it's done out of the heart or voluntarily, will be kicked out of the sect. This includes the sect members and elders."

For the disciples of Haotian Sect, the Haotian Fighting Soul Arena is equivalent to the college entrance examination. As long as they can perform well in the fighting soul arena, it will directly determine their status in the sect and allocate good resources and good positions. Therefore, Haotian Sect has always been very strict to ensure fairness.

Of course, this so-called fairness is only relative, just like Tang San's good family background, with a father who is a Titled Douluo, so he naturally has more resources and can level up faster. But the world is like this, and absolute fairness cannot be demanded. Relative fairness is good enough.

Unless it is a life-and-death battle, killing is prohibited in the Soul Fighting Arena. There will be referees and healing soul masters on the sidelines to ensure safety. Therefore, for the soul masters of the Haotian Sect and even the entire continent, if they can defeat the son of Haotian Douluo in the Soul Fighting Arena, they will definitely gain both fame and fortune.

That's why Feng Yang took out the mask. It was indeed for Tang San's own good. Now many people are waiting to step on the son of Haotian Douluo to ascend to the throne.

Anyway, you won't die, at most you'll get a few injuries, and if you win, you'll gain a lot. It's just like Tang San absorbing the Millennium Spirit Ring, give it a try, and there's no penalty if you fail.

Seeing Tang San's determined eyes, Feng Yang stopped flattering him. After getting along with him for a few years, he realized that this young master was young but as stubborn as a bull, and he would not change his decision.

"Tang San! The son of Clear Sky Douluo, he has finally signed up for the Soul Fighting Arena!"

"Four years, which means he's over ten years old now. It's a bit slow for him to reach the level of a Great Soul Master at this age. He has innate full soul power."

When Tang San's name appeared on the waiting list for the battle, the news spread like a storm in the Haotian Fighting Soul Arena and even the Haotian Sect. The news first spread in the Fighting Soul Arena, and within the next very long period of time, the news even spread to the Tiandou Royal Family.

The main reason was that when Tang San awakened his martial soul, the news spread too widely. With his innate full soul power, the mutated Clear Sky Hammer, and the title of "son of Clear Sky Douluo", it was destined that Tang San would attract the attention of all parties.

All the sects and clans in the Tiandou Empire, and even the top three sects, were the first to receive the news.

Naturally, this news also reached the ears of the Spirit Hall.

Wuhun City, situated at the border of the Tiandou Empire and the Xingluo Empire, is one of the most prosperous cities on the Douluo Continent. It is a hexagonal structure built around a hill. The city is divided into an outer city and an inner city, with the core area housing the three major power structures: the Pope's Palace, the Elders' Palace, and the Douluo Palace.

At this time, in the Pope's Palace, a middle-aged man was sitting in this ancient temple with a scepter in his hand. The person who could sit in the Pope's Palace was naturally the highest power core of the Spirit Hall, Pope Qianxunji!

In the stained glass dome above his head, a six-winged angel was protecting him with its wings spread out. On both sides of the Pope's Palace stood elders dressed in red. Each elder had unfathomable strength and was shining with golden light. It seemed that this was the world of gods. In such a temple, any soul master would tremble and prostrate himself under the angel's divine light.

After hearing the report from his subordinates, Qian Xunji's eyes flashed with a golden light, and his divine power was infinite.

Hearing that after four years, the man with full soul power who once caused a sensation was finally going to participate in the fighting arena and show his strength, Qianxunji sneered: "Oh, he finally came out. The innate full soul power Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit is interesting. Even his father Tang Hao was only at the innate ninth level of soul power back then and could not reach full soul power."

An elder in red at the bottom said indifferently, "It's just a Clear Sky Hammer with full innate soul power. Even Tang Hao is no more than that. As for reaching the Titled Douluo level the fastest, I think it's just a lucky break."

Hearing this, Yue Guan, the Chrysanthemum Douluo beside him, revealed a feminine smile. His fingers, like orchids, lifted her hair and said with a smile, "Oh, Elder Mo, you are a Soul Douluo who hasn't even reached the level of a Titled Douluo. How dare you mock a Titled Douluo?"

Provoked by Yue Guan, Elder Mo, who was stuck at level 89, blushed. He said, "Yue Guan, do you think Tang Hao's strength can match that of the Pope? The Pope, who possesses the Seraph spirit, must be stronger than Tang Hao. Not to mention Tang Hao, even Tang Hao's son wouldn't be a match for you, young lady."