Soul Land: I Became Qian Xunji’s older brother

The next day, Tang San and the others limped out of the tavern early in the morning, afraid of running into Qian Renchuan and his group again.

The three of them first went back outside to find a Healing Soul Master for treatment. After eating a few recovery sausages and their injuries had somewhat recovered, they re-entered the Star Dou Great Forest.

"That hateful Yinchuan! All I did was glance at his sister, and he poked out one of my eyes!"

Ma Hongjun, seeing that they were far from the tavern, immediately complained indignantly, his voice filled with resentment. His poked-out left eye was covered by an eye patch; after all, his eye socket was empty, which looked gruesome.

"Stop talking. Isn't this all your fault? If you hadn't been so lust-struck, how would you have gotten beaten?"

Ning Rongrong said with some dissatisfaction. She had been terrified at the time. Although she had joined Shrek Academy, it didn't mean she was completely brainwashed yet, and she looked at Ma Hongjun with disdain.

"Hmph, so what if I just glanced at her?"

Knowing that Ning Rongrong's family background was unusual, Ma Hongjun didn't dare to retort. He secretly ran off, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

Moreover, it surprisingly came with a trace of divine power, different from the pure divine power of the God Realm. It seemed to be a mixed divine power full of the Seven Deadly Sins like Slaanesh and greed.

Furthermore, a soul originating from the same source as Ma Hongjun quietly slept in Ma Hongjun's spiritual sea, hidden away.

"Alright, stop arguing. The Star Dou Great Forest is very dangerous. You're not here to argue."

Teacher Zhao was not in a good mood either. After all, being hung up and beaten by a junior had completely disgraced his Undying King's reputation.

"Zhu Zhuqing, pay close attention to your surroundings. If anything happens, report it immediately."

"Ning Rongrong, use your second Soul Skill to speed up the team. Try to find a suitable Soul Beast quickly, because even the outer perimeter of the Star Dou Great Forest is still unsafe at night."

"As for you three, Xiao San, stick close to me. Oscar, start making recovery sausages now."

After Zhao Wuji had arranged everything, he let Tang San and the others walk in front of him, while he stayed at the back to guard against sneak attacks.

As the sun rose high, Zhu Zhuqing, who had climbed a tall tree, suddenly shouted down, "Attention, something's happening! A flying Soul Beast is flying towards us!"

As soon as Zhu Zhuqing's words fell, Zhao Wuji instantly released his Martial Soul, then shielded Tang San and the others behind him, his expression vigilant.

"That's a Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent!"

Seeing the approaching Soul Beast clearly, Zhao Wuji's face lit up with joy. As a Soul Saint, he naturally recognized the Soul Beast in front of him.

A Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent grows one hundred years for every half meter. The one in front of them was seven meters long, so its age was likely between 1400 and 1500 years, which was perfect for Oscar.

"None of you move. I'll take down that beast first."

Seeing that after wandering for half a day, they had finally found a suitable Soul Beast, Zhao Wuji wouldn't waste the opportunity. He immediately charged forward.

"Second Soul Skill, Mighty Vajra Palm!"

The Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent was already injured and couldn't fly fast. Coupled with Zhao Wuji's sudden sneak attack, it was directly slammed heavily to the ground.

"Xiao Ao, come over quickly."

Zhao Wuji also noticed the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent's injuries. Otherwise, even he might not have been able to catch up to the Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent's escape speed. He wanted Oscar to quickly kill it so that even if others came looking, there would be nothing they could do.

Moreover, Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpents are rare, and finding one that perfectly matches the Soul Ring's age limit is even rarer. The Soul Skill it produces might also grant flight ability. If Oscar were to obtain a sausage that allowed people to fly, it would truly be a treasure.

Looking at the dying Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent, Oscar was about to act after he arrived, but he was stopped by an old voice.

"Stop!"

As the voice came, rustling leaves could be seen all around, and a snake shadow appeared, slowly landing on the ground.

Snake Granny looked at the dying Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent on the ground and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If it had really been killed, she would have been helpless. Moreover, she had spent a lot of effort to injure this Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent. She didn't know when she would encounter one again.

However, seeing the seven Soul Rings on Zhao Wuji, Snake Granny didn't act rashly. Although Dragon Duke was nearby, her granddaughter was still here, and she couldn't gamble her granddaughter's life.

"This old woman is Snake Granny. We chased this Soul Beast for half a day to heavily injure it. I hope the Undying King can return it to us."

It's Dragon Duke and Snake Granny. This is troublesome.

Zhao Wuji's expression was solemn. If it were other forces, he would simply kill them to silence them and not fear trouble. But with Snake Granny here, Dragon Duke must be nearby. He couldn't directly take down Snake Granny. If he got entangled, and Dragon Duke arrived, he would definitely be in for a bad time.

"Our Academy's disciple also needs this Soul Ring. I apologize, but we cannot give it up."

How could Zhao Wuji give up the meat that was already within his grasp? Naturally, he would try if he could. Maybe he could get it. He immediately said,

"How about this: let two juniors of the same age fight. Whoever wins gets the Soul Ring."

This was considered a rule in the Soul Master world, so Snake Granny agreed without hesitation. After all, Yiran was a level 30 quasi-Soul Elder at only thirteen years old. No matter how talented the opponent was, they wouldn't surpass Yiran.

Seeing Snake Granny agree, Zhao Wuji was first delighted, then his face darkened as he looked at the injured Tang San and the others. The main force was crippled; what was there to fight?

As for Zhu Zhuqing, she was only level 27 now, and her strength wasn't outstanding. Her Martial Soul was just a common high-grade Martial Soul. How could she fight Meng Yiran, who was three levels higher than her?

"Let me do it, Teacher."

Tang San said confidently, looking at Meng Yiran not far away with a hint of arrogance in his eyes. Back then, with just a slight move, he had defeated Meng Yiran. This time, even though he was severely injured, a mere Meng Yiran couldn't defeat him.

"Can you do it?"

Zhao Wuji didn't know about Tang San's strength because that assessment had been disrupted by Qian Renchuan.

"Trust me, Teacher. My injuries are seventy to eighty percent healed. There won't be any problems."

Dai Mubai on the side also said confidently, "Don't worry, Teacher Zhao. Tang San's strength seems to be no weaker than mine. You can rest assured with him fighting."

"Alright, don't push yourself."

Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San half-believingly, thinking, "Is this kid really that powerful? It seems he and Yinchuan both have Blue Silver Grass. Maybe he really does have some strength."

As for Zhu Zhuqing, she lowered her head, her fists clenched. Was she really that useless? "I must become stronger." At this moment, her desire to become stronger reached an unprecedented height, making her almost frantically want to improve her strength quickly.

Unfortunately, her own strength was insufficient, and she and Ning Rongrong were like plastic sisters. At this time, no one paid attention to her change.

Tang San stepped out from the group, his head held high with arrogance. After being suppressed for so long, it was finally his time to show off. When had he, Tang San, ever been so miserable?

That Yinchuan had suppressed him for a full six years, year after year. Sometimes, he even suspected that Yinchuan was the true reincarnation of a God King.

Now he was going to rise again. That was the absolute confidence of him, God King Tang San. Tang San looked at Meng Yiran and smiled calmly, saying, "Tang San, level 29 Great Soul Master, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass. Do you dare to fight!"

Facing Tang San's arrogant demeanor, Meng Yiran was first stunned. She had thought he was some Soul Elder genius, but it turned out he was only level twenty-nine, and his Martial Soul was the useless Blue Silver Grass. Who gave him the courage?