Chapter 152: Tang San May Have Lost the Immortal Herbs
"Little San, are you saying all your companions are capable of becoming gods?"
When Tang Hao heard that all seven members of the Shrek team could ascend to godhood, disbelief returned to his eyes. Was this a joke? His grandfather Tang Chen was one of the most talented individuals on the continent, cultivating to level 99 entirely on his own.
Even he didn't become a god. Aside from his own son Tang San, people like Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing only had innate level 7 soul power—breaking through to Titled Douluo was already uncertain. How could they possibly become gods?
"Father, there's a kind of celestial treasure in this world called immortal herbs. They are so rare that they're said to exist only in heaven and scarcely touched by mortals. After consuming one, it can completely transform a person—greatly boosting talent and cultivation speed."
"So you're saying your companions only had the potential for godhood because they consumed these herbs?"
Tang Hao's eyes burned hot. If even talents as average as Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing could become gods by consuming immortal herbs, how many deities could the genius disciples of the Clear Sky Clan produce? Such treasures should obviously belong to their clan!
Seeing through his father's thoughts, Tang San quickly added, "Father, immortal herbs are extremely rare, and there are many types. Only by taking the herb most compatible with one's martial soul can it have the greatest effect."
Tang San had no intention of helping the next generation of the Clear Sky Clan. Those guys had bullied and humiliated him. If not for his father and uncle, he would've made them all kneel and beg for forgiveness after becoming a god.
"I see."
Tang San also told Tang Hao about the complex factions of the divine realm. Even the strongest gods needed their own teams. There wasn't just one god-king.
Hearing all this, Tang Hao's perspective expanded. His pride in his son surged, and his selfish motives slowly faded.
He now no longer cared just about the Douluo Continent or the Clear Sky Clan—his sights were set on the divine realm.
Immortal herbs could grow back. Letting Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong have them this time was fine. But nothing in their clan was free. Once they reached godhood, they'd have to join Tang San's faction and support him in the divine realm.
When the herbs regrew, then they could be used to cultivate the Clear Sky Clan's next generation, helping them become gods and support Tang San's rise to supremacy.
"Little San, where are the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well herbs located? We should collect them immediately."
"They're in a valley in the Sunset Forest. I remember the route well. But that area is home to an old monster. I haven't made friends with him yet, so there may be conflict. Please show restraint if it comes to that."
Tang San knew full well the power of his father—even if he was only a Soul Sage now. The old monster, Dugu Bo, was a level 91 Titled Douluo, but his body was heavily poisoned. He wouldn't be able to win.
"Little San, there's something I need to tell you. A few years ago, Dugu Bo died—poisoned by his own snake venom. He was the last of the Jade Phosphor Serpent line. Only Dugu Yan remains now."
"What?! That can't be! He relied on the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well's environment to suppress the poison. Don't tell me… this time he didn't find it, or worse—"
Tang San's pupils contracted.
—Or worse, someone else found it first. And the only factions powerful enough to scare off Dugu Bo were the two empires, the three top sects, and Spirit Hall.
He had seen Yu Tianheng—no change there. Ning Rongrong was with him. The empires didn't know about these herbs.
But Spirit Hall… Chrysanthemum Douluo did recognize the herbs. With Qian Renxue's improved talent, and Qian Renchuan's monstrous potential…
"Father! We must go to the Sunset Forest now!"
For the first time, Tang San showed true panic. Nothing ever fazed him—except when Xiao Wu was in danger. But this… this was about the immortal herbs. Losing them would be like cutting off his own arm.
Elsewhere…
Qian Xunji and the Tianshui Seven were on their way back to the academy.
One-third of Qian Xunji's plan for Tang San had reached a perfect conclusion—with the gain of Tang San's external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances.
Although their poison had weakened due to differing cultivation paths, their sharpness perfectly filled Qian Renchuan's lack of a lethal attack.
Blue Silver Emperor would still need to awaken at level 50. For now, among the children of the Worship Hall, these less toxic lances were still very difficult to deal with.
On top of that, Qian Xunji had also given Qian Renchuan an immortal herb—Blood Swan Kiss.
Officially, it was for emergency use. But in reality, Qian Xunji hoped that in time, Qian Renchuan would understand its true purpose.
As for Shui Bing'er and Qian Renchuan's budding relationship, things were progressing well.
Shui Bing'er had awkwardly distanced herself early on, saying it was the golden age for cultivation. Her hints flew over Qian Renchuan's head. But thanks to the push from the other Tianshui girls—especially Shui Yue'er—they had grown closer, often blushing around each other.
Their budding romance made the others smile with an aunt-like fondness.
Shui Bing'er was about to head to the Extreme North to acquire her fifth ring, and Qian Xunji would personally accompany her.
Not out of love for a future daughter-in-law—but because of Snow Empress. Specifically, her Yin-Yang twin soul core knowledge. Shui Bing'er was just an excuse.
Ten thousand years remained until Douluo Dalu 2. With Snow Empress's talent, she'd now be at around 600,000 years, still likely in the exploration stage of forming a second core.
Soul cores couldn't boost soul master power directly—but they greatly improved soul power reserves, circulation, and recovery.
In this era, only Di Tian and Snow Empress knew of twin cores. Di Tian was untouchable. Even with all of Spirit Hall's top forces, attacking him would likely lead to devastating losses.
Snow Empress, however, could be outwitted and exploited.
Two days later, at night. Moon Pavilion.
By the calm lakeside stood a five-story building, elegant yet regal. On the balcony, Tang Yuehua stood gazing into the distance. She rose on tiptoes slightly. Light makeup adorned her face, and she wore a high-slit cheongsam—no undergarments beneath.
Her dress revealed gentle curves and a subtle bump through the fabric. Her long legs, wrapped in sheer black stockings, peeked through the slit—both hidden and revealed.
The contrast of pale skin, black fabric, and tight tailoring exuded raw allure.
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