Soul Land: I Became Qian Xunji’s older brother

Far away in Nuoding City, a thousand miles distant.

"Teacher, are you taking me to get a Soul Ring today?"

Tang San followed Yu Xiaogang and got into the carriage.

"That's right. According to my theory, your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is more suitable for absorbing snake-type Martial Souls. It can carry a certain degree of toxicity, paralyzing enemies."

Yu Xiaogang, who had fled to Nuoding City, said with an air of composure.

His heart was filled with ambition for his ideals. Just wait, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and those who mocked me, I, Yu Xiaogang, am not a good-for-nothing.

"Okay, Teacher."

Tang San said disdainfully in his heart, but he couldn't do anything about it. He really couldn't rely on Yu Xiaogang to fight other Soul Beasts.

Farting and dealing with three cats and two dogs was fine, but encountering other Soul Beasts, he'd still have to bear the brunt.

Never mind, Blue Silver Grass is still useful to them in the early stages. When he becomes a God, he'll be too lazy to use Soul Skills like Wind-Controlling and Dragon-Capturing.

The two soon arrived at the Soul Hunting Forest. Yu Xiaogang first let Luo Sanpao release a few stinky farts, then continued to educate Tang San.

Before long, a Mandala Snake appeared. Seeing this, Tang San's mouth twitched. He shielded Yu Xiaogang behind him and shouted, "Teacher, be careful!"

Yu Xiaogang simply smiled calmly, pushed Tang San aside, and said peacefully, "Xiao San, no need to worry. Watch Teacher."

Yu Xiaogang's expression was calm. From his Soul Tool, he took out two items that made Tang San exclaim in disbelief – they were his Tang Sect hidden weapons, the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow.

Yu Xiaogang gently pulled the trigger, and dozens of arrows instantly riddled the Mandala Snake, leaving it on the brink of death.

"Xiao San, don't just stand there, quickly kill the Mandala Snake and absorb its Soul Ring."

Yu Xiaogang put away the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow, completely oblivious to the killing intent in Tang San's eyes.

Damn it, how does Xiao Gang have Tang Sect hidden weapons? Could it be that he also reincarnated and secretly learned my Tang Sect hidden weapons?

That hateful Yu Xiaogang dares to secretly learn Tang Sect hidden weapons; he is courting death.

Tang San's face was somewhat distorted. A hint of killing intent filled his eyes as he looked at Yu Xiaogang, but he still forced himself to suppress his anger and asked Yu Xiaogang, "Teacher, where did you get this weapon?"

"This Zhuge Repeating Crossbow? Spirit Hall sells it for only five hundred golden soul coins. Its attack power is comparable to a more than level twenty Battle Soul Master."

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San, whose expression was a bit strange, and simply assumed it was his first time hunting a Soul Beast and he hadn't adapted yet.

Spirit Hall!

It was Spirit Hall! Tang San was stunned for a moment. Could it be that Bibidong had reincarnated, or Qian Renxue? No, they didn't know how to make Tang Sect hidden weapons when they died.

Damn it, who betrayed my Tang Sect hidden weapons? The more Tang San thought about it, the uglier his expression became. He clearly remembered killing every single Spirit Hall member. How could there be any fish that slipped through the net?

"Xiao San, don't be in a daze. Quickly kill the Mandala Snake and absorb its Soul Ring."

Facing Yu Xiaogang's urging, a trace of disgust arose in Tang San's heart. What's a good-for-nothing rushing for?

The changes in this world had made Tang San somewhat lose his composure. The feeling of being in control was suddenly interrupted, as if he were a clown.

But for now, he could only rein in his patience. After all, he was the future Tang God King; he couldn't lose his sanity over such trivial matters.

After ending the Mandala Snake's Life, Tang San began to absorb the Soul Ring, which went quite smoothly.

"Success!"

Seeing the hundred-year Soul Ring rotating around Tang San, Yu Xiaogang's face was joyful. His theory was indeed correct.

...

Back in Dorm Seven, Tang San really showed off in front of Wang Sheng and the others. Although Wang Sheng had also obtained a one-hundred-and-fifty-year Soul Ring, he was still shocked when he heard about Tang San's four-hundred-year Soul Ring.

But then he thought of Chuan Ge's thousand-year Soul Ring, and he wasn't so shocked anymore.

"Chuan Ge is back."

Wang Sheng saw Qian Renchuan return with Xiao Wu and rushed to greet him, leaving Tang San aside.

"Mm, I just accompanied Xiao Wu to buy a quilt."

After placing Xiao Wu's favorite pink quilt on the bed next to him, Xiao Wu came over and pushed the two beds together.

"This bed is too small. Let's put the beds together, okay?"

Xiao Wu's eyes held a plea. She followed Qian Renchuan, staring at him pitifully.

"Okay."

He also thought the bed was a bit too small. It was a good idea to combine them, to get closer to Xiao Wu and foster their relationship.

"No!"

The ignored Tang San's teeth were bared. He turned around and looked at Qian Renchuan, saying word by word, "Yinchuan, I want to challenge you. The winner will be the new dorm leader of Dorm Seven."

This damned Yinchuan kept stealing his thunder and even took Xiao Wu, his ten-thousand-year forbidden treasure. It was simply unforgivable.

"Ah, since Xiao San has this courage, let's do it here."

Qian Renchuan was confident. His Angel's Eye allowed him to perceive every slightest movement within fifteen meters.

"Let me show you the power of Tang Sect's Secret Skills."

A purple light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and his hands turned jade-white.

He hadn't originally intended to compete for the position of dorm leader of Dorm Seven, but this Yinchuan had repeatedly stolen his thunder, which greatly angered him, a God King.

Most importantly, he wanted to use his strength to regain Xiao Wu's attention.

"Crane Controlling and Dragon Capturing."

Seeing Qian Renchuan remain motionless, Tang San's anger flared, and he immediately charged forward.

Looking at the approaching fist, Qian Renchuan smiled slightly. It was an outdated Tang Sect Secret Art. Although he didn't know how this person knew Tang Sect Secret Arts, he didn't care. It was just an outdated old technique.

"Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, Heaven and Earth Reversal."

Qian Renchuan dodged with a flash, leaving behind an illusionary afterimage, making it impossible to discern reality.

Tang San saw Qian Renchuan's afterimage still in place and couldn't help but sneer. He was just a talented individual with some aptitude. How dare he look down on me? I'll cripple your Martial Soul and teach you a lesson.

Consider it me, Tang God King, giving you a long memory. Don't touch those you shouldn't touch.

A fist suddenly missed its target. Tang San hadn't reacted yet and couldn't stop his momentum, about to fall over.

He then saw Qian Renchuan grab his unbalanced hand.

As Qian Renchuan gently lifted, the force in his hand suddenly dissipated. Tang San's heart rejoiced, but seeing Qian Renchuan's next move, he instantly became afraid.

"Bang!"

With double the force applied to Tang San, Tang San was instantly slammed to the ground, his face making hard contact with the earth.

"Damn it, to humiliate me like this!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he was breathing heavily. Since becoming a God King, he hadn't been so disheveled in a long time. That hateful Yinchuan, you are courting death.

"Sometimes, people need to recognize the gap. Xiao San, you are too arrogant. You should know that there are always people stronger than you, and there's always a higher heaven."

Qian Renchuan mimicked his father's tone, put his hands behind his back, looked up at a forty-five-degree angle, with Tang San, whose face was covered in blood, at his feet. A purple thousand-year First Soul Ring appeared around him as he spoke with emotion.

"Pfft, Chuan Gege, when did you learn that? It's like a grandfather scolding his grandson."

Xiao Wu saw Qian Renchuan's old-fashioned appearance and then looked at Tang San at his feet, bursting into laughter.

It really looked like a grandfather scolding his grandson.

Hearing Xiao Wu's mocking laughter, Tang San's face turned crimson. He looked at Qian Renchuan's Soul Ring with disbelief, blood rushed to his head, and he couldn't swallow the breath stuck in his throat, directly fainting from anger.