After two more hours of focused absorption, Bai Chenxian finally fused the Gale Feather Crane King's soul bone into her right hand.
Her soul power surged like a raging storm, bursting through Level 38… then 39… and finally smashed through to Level 40—and it didn't stop there.
Thanks to the complete Mysterious Heaven Technique Tang Yin had taught her, her soul power control was now as smooth as silk and twice as effective.
"Tang Yin!! I broke through Level 40! I'm only fourteen!!" she squealed, practically vibrating with joy. "Muah~ My talent can finally compete with those pompous so-called prodigies!"
She bounced forward and pecked his cheek in front of her grandfather, who gave her a proud, twinkly-eyed nod—as if fully approving their budding romance.
"Good," Tang Yin replied smoothly. "Get ready. This 30,000-year-old Stormwing Swallow is going to be your soul ring next."
No dramatics, no delay—he waved his hand, and golden light enveloped the soul beast as the black ring of sacrifice formed mid-air.
Bai Chenxian sat down like a wuxia cultivator (though she still wiggled from excitement), and began absorbing the soul ring. The moment it fused, her restrained aura exploded. Her soul power rocketed all the way from Level 48 to 50.
Her eyes snapped open—sparkling with glee.
"Tang Yin!!" she blurted out. "My new skill is Stormflash Step! I can fuse wind into my body, blur in any direction, and leave behind wind-clone afterimages to confuse my enemies!
My movement speed increases by 300%, and I can drift through the air like a breeze—with flawless, frictionless control—for time period."
In the background, Bai chenxian's grandfather became visibly excited, pumping his fist in the air. Tai Tan, Niu Gao, and Yang Wudi all shot him sidelong glances, clearly annoyed—but deep down, they understood.
With Tang Yin's help, Bai He's granddaughter was destined to become a peerless talent.
Tang Yin smirked as he observed the once-timid girl now practically skipping in place like a vibrant, energetic self. The pride swelling in his chest made him straighten his back like an emperor watching his empress ascend.
"Don't be so excited now," he said. "Because We're not done yet. Get ready!"
She nodded with a burning gleam in her eyes. Next up—the 50,000-year-old Gale Feather Crane King. The same beast that had granted Bai He two of his strongest skills.
Another black ring hovered above her, darker and more refined than the one before.
One hour later…
Her soul power surged once again—Level 55… 57… and finally 60. She trembled, not from strain—but from excitement.
"My next skill is Feather Blade Rain! I channel wind into my wings and unleash hundreds of curved wind blades that track enemies within 50 meters! Each blade deals a minor wind-element damage on its own—but together? They form a bladed hurricane!"
Tang Yin raised an eyebrow in approval.
"Good. Your clan's heavy reliance on speed makes your attacks utterly weak. This skill will chang that. Under my guidance, you'll evolve both speed and power."
"And under your guidance, you'll be getting more of my kisses," Bai Chenxian winked, planting another peck on his cheek—like he was her favorite habit she just couldn't quit.
But the real show was about to start.
With a flick of his hand, Tang Yin commenced the last sacrifice: the 90,000-year-old Tempest Sky Serpent. Even his expression turned very serious as the air grew heavy with pressure.
The final black ring descended gracefully, like a queen's crown settling into place, enveloping her slowly as she sat down once more.
The moment it fused with her—BOOM.
Her meridians howled. Her aura flared, wild and unstable, nearly shaking the mountain itself. An overwhelming pressure descended
Level 61… 63… 66.
When her eyes opened, soul power literally crackled in her pupils. She clutched her chest, breathless, as tears shimmered at the corners of her violet eyes.
"I… I'm almost a Spirit Sage," she whispered, as if afraid saying it too loudly would shatter the dream. Then she turned to Tang Yin, eyes shimmering like stars in the night sky.
"This skill is called Sky Piercer Tempest! I wrap myself in a spiraling wind-serpent vortex and shoot forward at blinding speed.
On impact, the spiral vortex explodes violantly—launching compressed wind blades across 90-meters! It increases my speed by 500%, locks onto nearby enemies, and sharpens my perception temporarily."
Tang Yin stepped forward, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're becoming more and more terrifying, Chenxian… At this rate, you might leave me in the dust."
"And whose fault is that?" she grinned, pulling his collar playfully. Before anyone could react, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheeks—right in front of her grandpa and the others.
The four clan elders visibly flinched. Bai He, on the other hand, looked like he was seconds away from throwing flower petals into the air.
Tang Yin chuckled softly, his eyes warmer. "Alright, let's head back. I'm getting tired of all this hunting and running around in the wild."
And just like that, the six of them ran across the open terrain, wind whipping at their robes as they made their way back to the Defense Clan's base—faster, stronger, and better than before.
But for Tang Yin, the journey didn't end there.
Slaughter City awaited.
Yet before departing, he summoned the four elders for a secret meeting regarding future.
"Everyone," Tang Yin began, his voice steady and commanding, "what I'm about to share with all of you is the blueprint for the hidden weapons our Tang Sect will mass-produce from now on. These weapons will primarily be sold to the Tian Duo Empire in large quantities and will serve as our main source of income."
With that, he revealed the schematics for the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, Sleeve Darts, Hidden Sleeve Needles, Flying God Claws, and more—each a lethal marvel, capable of threatening even Soul Kings when used with precision.
"I want these blueprints protected at all costs. Under no circumstance can they fall into the hands of outsiders. We'll be splitting the entire manufacturing process—each component will be produced separately, then assembled only by our most trusted members. This way, we'll seize full control of the hidden weapon trade across the continent."
Tai Tan was instantly captivated, his eyes gleaming with awe as he studied the designs—his respect for Tang Yin skyrocketing to a whole new level.
The other three exchanged approving glances. It wasn't just the hidden weapons that earned their admiration—It was his sharp foresight, and his ironclad insistence on confidentiality.
"I want all of you to quietly transfer resources and manpower from your clans into Tang Sect operations," he continued. "Over the next two years, all the members of your clans shall be integrated into our sect—without alarming the Martial Soul Hall. Liu Erlong will be overseeing everything during my absence."
The elders listened carefully, memorizing every detail of Tang Yin's instructions.
Three days later, after fully resting and careful preparation, Tang Yin was finally ready to resume his original journey.
Though Bai Chenxian was clearly reluctant—her eyes full of sorrow and resistance—Tang Yin pulled her close, brushing a kiss onto her forehead.
"I promise," he whispered, "after the next two years… we'll never have to part again."
With that, he bid farewell to the four protectors of the Tang Sect—and the woman who now held a special place in his heart.
After a week of travel, he stood before the entrance of an old, moldy hotel that screamed decay and despair. The wooden sign above creaked in the wind, half its letters missing, as if time itself was trying to erase the place.
According to Bai He's memories, their Master had once ventured into this very spot—emerging seven years later, having completed his grueling training within Slaughter City. This was the illegitimate entrance to that infamous, nightmarish hell on the douluo continent.