NOVEL WEB Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Jealous Tang San
"First soul skill: Root Stone Transformation!"
As three strands of Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the ground, the white soul ring behind Tang San flashed brightly.
"Buzz—!"
With a resonant hum, the three Blue Silver Grass strands solidified into rigid, rod-like forms.
"Teacher, Brother, take these. They can be used for self-defense."
Witnessing this, Fu Ye, hidden in the shadows, gave Tang San a mental thumbs-up.
His future career is set—vendors selling brooms and mops will probably come to him for bulk orders of Blue Silver rods.
"Ah, Xiao San, you're so thoughtful."
Tang Chuan couldn't help but feel delighted upon seeing Tang San's soul skill.
'The divine thrones of Sea God and Asura God will be mine alone. As for my past self… he's only fit to crawl at my feet like a dog.'
"Alright, let's move on and find your spirit ring, Xiao Chuan!"
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell—Tang San's first soul skill was utterly pathetic.
In fact, it was 84% useless, because, well… it was useless.
Among the three present, only Tang San—this naive, inexperienced fool—was still smug about it.
They pressed forward, trekking for another fifteen minutes.
"Xiao Chuan, have you decided on the type of spirit ring you want?" Yu Xiaogang asked after passing their third plant-type spirit beast.
"Yes, I have a target in mind."
Tang Chuan's gaze fixed on the distant lakeshore. He knew what lurked there—a four-hundred-year-old Datura Snake!
"Brother Chuan! Teacher! Watch out!"
Tang San's urgent cry rang out as dozens of shadowy figures suddenly surrounded them.
As dusk deepened, the spirit beasts of the Soul Hunting Forest grew restless.
Before them stood a pack of ten-year Nether Wolves, led by a hundred-year Nether Wolf Alpha.
"Nether Wolves! Xiaosan, Xiao Chuan—hold your positions!"
At that moment, Luo Sanpao—plump as a pig—waddled forward, raised his hefty rear, and violently twisted his body, positioning his backside toward the alpha wolf.
Before Tang San could process the scene, Tang Chuan had already snatched the mask Yu Xiaogang handed him.
"Xiao San, put this on!"
Yu Xiaogang was fully alert now. Two soul rings—one yellow, one white—materialized behind him.
Yes, one yellow and one white.
His second spirit ring, obtained eight years prior, was a pitiful ten-year spirit ring from a ten-year-old Tusk Pig, begged off a Mountain group.
As Tang San fumbled with the mask in confusion, Yu Xiaogang raised his hand, channeling his first yellow soul ring onto Luo Sanpao. With a grave expression, he bellowed:
"Fart like thunder, earth‑shattering!"
Luo Sanpao's dull black eyes suddenly gleamed. The yellow aura around him flared like a radiant shield as his bloated body launched into the air like a bouncing ball.
A deafening BOOM! erupted, shaking the forest.
Through his Purple Demon Eyes, Tang San barely caught Luo Sanpao's attack method—
It was…
Realization struck. He slapped the mask onto his face just in time.
"BOOOOM—!"
A thunderous explosion, accompanied by a noxious yellow gas, engulfed the Nether Wolves.
The sheer force knocked the hundred-year alpha to the ground, while the lesser wolves scattered in terror from the noise and stench.
Even Fu Ye, a Quasi God, would've fled from such an attack—proof of just how disgusting Yu Xiaogang's martial soul and skills were.
"Xiao San, feed Sanpao two white radishes."
Yu Xiaogang seemed drained, sweat beading on his forehead after that colossal exertion.
"Yes, Teacher."
…
As they advanced, Tang Chuan finally spotted it—a familiar landscape.
Tall trees. A lake. Rolling hills.
In the Soul Hunting Forest, this combination meant only one thing: Datura Snake.
"Hiss…"
A sinister rustling echoed nearby. In the darkness, a pair of crimson eyes locked onto them like a predator's.
Without hesitation, Tang Chuan hurled a flaming starter into the shadows. The fire roared to life, illuminating the area—
"A Datura Snake! Why is such a vicious spirit beast on the forest outskirts?! Please, let it only be ten years old…"
Yu Xiaogang trembled at the sight, but Tang Chuan was already moving.
"HISS—!"
The Datura Snake flicked its tongue, sizing up its prey.
But Tang Chuan was prepared. He flung realgar powder into the wind, showering the snake's eyes and body.
"HISSSS—!"
The snake shrieked in agony, thrashing as the powder burned its scales.
"Xiao Chuan, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Yu Xiaogang, who had been ready to flee, paled at Tang Chuan's provocation.
"Teacher, this snake is perfect for my first spirit ring!"
Before the beast could strike, Tang Chuan summoned his Blue Silver King, laying an ambush.
"Damn it! Fart like thunder, earth‑shattering!"
Yu Xiaogang had no choice. The snake was nearly four hundred years old—if they didn't kill it, they'd be its next meal.
"Xiao Chuan, MOVE!"
As Luo Sanpao charged, Tang Chuan's Blue Silver King ensnared the snake.
"BOOOOM—!"
The yellow shockwave struck the Datura Snake head-on, leaving it dizzy and disoriented.
Tang San watched, seething with resentment.
Was this a setup?
His brother's preparedness—realgar powder, realgar wine—suggested he'd always intended to claim this snake's spirit ring.
'No… If I was forced to absorb a ten-year ring, you won't get a hundred-year one either!'
As Yu Xiaogang launched a second blast, the Datura Snake collapsed, unconscious and bleeding.
Tang Chuan's eyes gleamed with triumph—until the snake twitched violently.
He leapt back, but—
"SHHHH—!"
Dozens of steel needles shot from Tang San's sleeves, piercing the snake's eyes, throat, and vitals.
"NO—!"
"THUD! THUD! THUD!"
The needles shattered its brain.
As a yellow spirit ring rose from the corpse, Tang Chuan's mind went blank.
"TANG SAN! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
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