Chapter 92 Hmph, none of your business!
Soul Hunter Town.
In the restaurant's backyard, sunlight cast dappled shadows, landing on the old locust tree in the corner.
Nine-year-old Meng Yiran, dressed in a light pink dress, held a three-inch-long throwing knife and practiced throwing it at the circles drawn on the tree trunk.
With a flick of his wrist, the throwing knife whistled out.
However, they were always a little off, nailing the nails crookedly to the tree trunk, far from the center mark.
This Soul-Breaking Blade was specially forged for Meng Yiran by someone from fine iron, commissioned by the Dragon Lord Meng Shu.
The blade has two blood grooves, the handle is three inches long, the blade is five inches long, and the material is of excellent quality, gleaming with a faint cold light.
Meng Yiran has been fascinated by all kinds of weapons since she was a child, especially short weapons. She treasures this Soul-Breaking Blade and takes it out to practice whenever she has free time.
"snort!"
She gave a soft snort, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she flicked her wrist in a somewhat unconvinced manner.
A flash of light appeared on the white jade ring on his wrist, and he drew out three more identical throwing knives, continuing his practice against the locust tree.
Tang San sat silently on the stone steps not far away, watching.
He didn't want to meddle, but seeing Meng Yiran's clumsy technique and embarrassing accuracy, he couldn't help but comment: "The wrist force is wrong."
"What did you say?"
Upon hearing this, Meng Yiran turned and glared at him.
"You're holding the knife wrong. Your index finger should lightly touch the back of the blade, not grip the handle tightly. This way, you can apply more force more flexibly."
"Hmph, it's none of your business!"
Meng Yiran gave a haughty laugh and continued practicing, subconsciously adjusting her wrist posture before throwing the knife again.
Although it still missed the bullseye, it was much closer than before.
"It's still not right."
Tang San said calmly, "Your stance is too far forward, making it easy for you to sway when you draw your sword."
"Aren't you annoying?!"
"So talkative at such a young age!"
Meng Yiran, somewhat embarrassed and angry, took out two Soul-Breaking Blades and threw them at Tang San: "Go ahead and try if you dare!"
Tang San glanced at the Soul-Breaking Blade on the ground, then bent down and picked it up.
With a slight flick of the wrist, without any extra movement, the throwing knife transformed into a streak of cold light, precisely embedding itself in the center of the bullseye of the circle on the tree trunk.
The force was so great that the hilt of the knife was still trembling slightly.
Meng Yiran opened her mouth in surprise, then her cheeks flushed red, and she stubbornly said, "Just lucky!"
Tang San ignored her explanation and threw another Soul-Breaking Blade back to her: "Flying knives are all about speed, accuracy, and stability. You only pursue speed but neglect the coordination of power and accuracy. No matter how much you practice, it's useless."
His words made Meng Yiran feel unconvinced, but she couldn't find a reason to refute them.
After all, Tang San's precise throw just now was a level she couldn't reach even after practicing for a long time.
At this moment, she suddenly remembered Tang San's technique, which was completely different from her own simple throwing of knives, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What... what technique did you just use?"
"Hidden weapon."
Tang San uttered two words, and seeing the doubt in her eyes, he added, "A weapon used in secret, to win by surprise, I call it a hidden weapon."
"Your throwing knife can actually be considered a type of concealed weapon, but you're using it too conspicuously."
Meng Yiran blinked her big eyes, a hint of curiosity flashing across her beautiful face: "Then why are you able to use your hidden weapons to that extent?"
"Practicing hidden weapons requires methods."
As Tang San spoke, he raised his hand and touched the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon, which had changed in style and color at his waist. A five-inch-long bone-piercing needle appeared in his palm, thin at the front and thick at the back, its cold light flashing.
"Your throwing knife is too big and heavy; it's not suitable for you."
"These flying needles would be more effective. They weigh less than one-fifth of a throwing knife, but have stronger penetrating power and are easier to carry."
Tang San couldn't help but offer a few pointers, as this was the first time he had ever seen someone use a weapon similar to a hidden weapon since he came to this world.
"You're going to teach me?"
Meng Yiran took the bone-piercing needle and asked Tang San in surprise.
Just then, the courtyard gate creaked open, and Tang Chuan appeared in the doorway with a smile on his face.
"Hey mistress, I'm back!"
Tang Chuan, looking travel-worn with bits of grass stuck to his head, clearly had just come from the forest. He glanced around the courtyard and chuckled, "Hey, what are you all doing here?"
"Elder brother!"
Tang San happily went to greet him.
Almost simultaneously, Tang Hao stepped out, followed closely by Long Gong Meng Shu and She Po Chao Tian Xiang, their eyes all fixed on Tang Chuan.
"Xiao Chuan, you're back?"
"You weren't in any danger, were you?"
Tang Hao looked his son up and down, his concern evident in his eyes.
"Dad, don't worry!"
"With Xiao Wu around, what danger could there be?"
Tang Chuan smiled and waved to Tang Hao, his gaze sweeping over the crowd in the courtyard, a mixture of fatigue and excitement on his face: "Moreover, my progress in the Divine Exam has exceeded 90%!"
"When I reached 90% completion of the first exam, I received divine guidance from the God of Food!"
"Divine guidance?"
Tang Hao's brow twitched slightly. He stepped forward and asked with concern, "What guidance did you receive?"
Long Gong Meng Shu and Chao Tian Xiang also pricked up their ears. When they heard the divine test and divine guidance, they subconsciously exchanged a glance and saw shock in each other's eyes.
A divine test!
It's actually a divine inheritance!
Meng Yiran held the bone-piercing needle and stood aside. Although she didn't quite understand what the divine test was, she could feel the heavy atmosphere and obediently shut her mouth.
Tang Chuan looked around at everyone and slowly said, "My divine sense tells me that there is a valley in Sunset Forest that is called the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire."
It is known as one of the three great treasure troves in the world.
"It is a sacred place for plant-type soul beasts, gathering the essence of heaven and earth, and growing many Immortal Herbs that can transform people."
"The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire?!"
Upon hearing this, Tang San couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
The Star Luo Bao Lu contains records about the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire, but no one in the previous life had actually seen it; it only existed in legends.
I never imagined that he would exist in this world, and that my brother would even receive guidance from the God of Cookery.
Tang San's thoughts did not interrupt Tang Chuan. Instead, he continued to recite the story he had prepared earlier: "The Immortal Herbs can not only help me pass the first test of the God of Food, but also make up for the defects of the Blue Silver Bind Martial Soul, allowing my Martial Soul to truly evolve into the Blue Silver Emperor."
"What?!"
"Blue Silver Emperor?!"
Tang Hao was startled, took a step forward, and excitedly grabbed Tang Chuan's shoulder, his arm trembling slightly.
"Xiao Chuan, you... you're telling the truth?!"
"Can those Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Wells and celestial herbs really evolve your martial soul into the Blue Silver Emperor?"
Ah Yin's image floated into Tang Hao's mind. His longing for his wife and his hopes for Xiao Chuan's future made Tang Hao nervously watch Tang Chuan, afraid of hearing a negative answer.
Long Gong Meng Shu and Chao Tian Xiang were dumbfounded and looked at each other in disbelief.
Blue Silver Bind.
Divine medicinal herbs.
The Eye of Ice and Fire.
One of the three great treasure troves in the world... This is simply unbelievable!
For a moment, the two looked at Tang Chuan with complicated emotions. They finally understood why Tang Hao valued this son so much and why a 100,000-year-old soul beast would listen to Tang Chuan after taking human form.
The resentment in his heart vanished, and he even had a faint feeling that being able to follow a successor of a god might not be such a bad thing.
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