socalfunplaces Chapter 52 Tang 3: Sitting at home, disaster strikes from the sky?
Chapter 52 Tang 3: Sitting at home, disaster strikes from the sky?
Chapter 52 Tang San: Sitting at home, disaster strikes from the sky?
"Yes." Ye Lingling paused slightly, then nodded gently, her eyes filled with an undisguised anticipation.
"Our Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul lineage has always had only one inheritor per generation, and at the same time, there can only be two Nine Heart Begonia Soul Masters alive."
"Only when one dies can another descendant possibly appear, making it arguably the rarest martial soul. My father once said that the Nine-Heart Begonia plant-type martial soul beast should have long since ceased to exist in this world. Yet, the healing martial soul skill you unleashed that day had a power fluctuation extremely similar to, or even stronger than, that of our Nine-Heart Begonia martial soul..."
"Where exactly did you find it?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it moved everyone around her, and they all looked at Tang Chuan. Even Bai Baoshan and Qin Ming showed some surprise and curiosity.
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his voice quite calm:
"Actually, you're right about the Nine-Heart Begonia. This kind of plant-type soul beast is extremely rare, you could even say it's almost extinct. But I wasn't able to find it entirely by luck."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand, gently opening his palm, and a blue-gold Blue Silver Grass emerged from his palm, stretching out.
"Although Blue Silver Grass is considered a useless martial soul, it is the most widely distributed plant-type spirit beast on the entire continent. By some chance, I gained a special ability."
"This ability allows me to establish a subtle spiritual connection with all the Blue Silver Grass that grows between heaven and earth. Through these Blue Silver Grasses, I can sense the aura of plant spirit beasts in the vicinity. Even extremely rare ones, as long as they appear within the area covered by Blue Silver Grasses, I can detect them."
These words moved everyone present.
Tang Chuan naturally wouldn't tell everyone that he accidentally obtained this special ability after absorbing the right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor. Although it wasn't as strong as the Blue Silver Domain, it was definitely stronger than ordinary mental exploration, and his perception of plants was extraordinary.
"But that's not enough. The real reason I found the Nine-Heart Begonia Soul Beast was because a friend gave me an ancient book."
"That book records the types and distribution information of almost all plant-type spirit beasts on the continent. It even includes the areas where the Nine-Heart Begonia might exist."
"It was by relying on this book, combined with the Blue Silver Grass's perception ability, that I was able to find a plant soul beast, the Nine-Heart Begonia, in the mixed zone of the Star Dou Great Forest."
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Meanwhile, in Holy Soul Village, at noon, the sun blazed high in the sky.
A cold wind swept silently by the path at the village entrance, and a dark shadow appeared out of nowhere.
It was an old man dressed in a black robe. He was thin and tall, and his robe moved without wind. Not a speck of dust was left under his feet. He was none other than Ghost Douluo, an elder of the Spirit Hall.
With eyes as sharp as a hawk's, Ghost Douluo coldly swept his gaze over the quiet little village before him. He murmured to himself, "Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, Holy Soul Village, Tang San and Tang Chuan, this must be it."
After some investigation, he has obtained a crucial clue.
In the past fifteen years, only two people have possessed the Blue Silver Grass martial soul and had innate soul power exceeding level one: Tang San and Tang Chuan.
Tang San's name had long been listed as a special focus within the Spirit Hall, not only because he was a Spirit Master with innate full spirit power, but also because his cultivation speed was almost comparable to, or even surpassed, some of the geniuses cultivated by the Spirit Hall.
Tang Chuan's information, however, appears to be much more ordinary.
According to the records left by the Spirit Hall in Notting City, he only had level one innate spirit power when he awakened. After many years of cultivation, his spirit power barely reached level thirteen. He came to the Spirit Hall every year to receive subsidies.
Ghost Douluo was unaware that Tang Chuan would deliberately use simulated soul skills to alter his aura before each time he came to collect the soul master subsidy, so that he would always maintain it at the level of an ordinary soul master.
It is precisely because of this that the Spirit Hall's records classify him as a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master with decent aptitude but no special qualities.
As Ghost Douluo strolled into Holy Soul Village, he glanced at the village entrance and casually stopped a middle-aged villager who was carrying water.
"Come here for a moment." His voice was deep, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
Upon hearing this, the villager paused for a moment. Seeing the newcomer's imposing presence, he quickly stopped and cautiously approached, saying respectfully:
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Did the brothers Tang San and Tang Chuan ever live in this village?" Ghost Douluo asked slowly, his gaze indifferent.
"Tang San and Tang Chuan?" Upon hearing these two names, the villagers were not wary at all and immediately nodded in response: "Yes, they used to live in our village, but Tang San hasn't seemed to come back much since he went to the Soul Master Academy."
"As for Tang Chuan, he does come back occasionally to visit the village chief."
Ghost Douluo's eyes darkened slightly as he pressed on, "Don't they have any relatives living in the village?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged villager scratched his head and said hesitantly, "Sir, this family isn't actually native to our Holy Soul Village. They fled here twelve years ago. The village chief took pity on them and let them stay."
"They fled here?" Ghost Douluo frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something.
"Yes," the villager nodded and continued, "Back then, their father had just arrived with two children, and he looked like he had suffered a great blow. After Tang San and Tang Chuan went to the Soul Master Academy, their father, Tang Hao, also disappeared and never came back."
"Tang Hao?" Upon hearing this name, Ghost Douluo's eyes narrowed, his pupils shrank, and his expression instantly became extremely solemn. His voice was low and tinged with panic as he said:
"What did you say their father's name was?"
"Tang Hao?" The villager was taken aback. Seeing the Ghost Douluo's drastic change in expression, he was somewhat confused and asked in bewilderment:
"Sir, what's wrong with you? Their father is indeed named Tang Hao, and everyone in the village knows him. He's just a blacksmith who spends all his time drinking and sleeping. He's a complete good-for-nothing. Sometimes I've seen how pathetic he is and even cursed at him, but he didn't dare to talk back."
"By the way, are you Tang Hao's friend? Should we tell him you came to see him when he gets back?"
"No need," Ghost Douluo waved his hands repeatedly. After a moment, his expression returned to calm, and he took out a bulging little bag from his robes, handing it to the villager, saying:
"You can take these gold soul coins. But remember, I was here today, and don't say a word about it, okay?"
The villager was taken aback, then subconsciously took the bag, lowered his head and gently weighed it in his hand. The heavy weight immediately startled him.
As an ordinary villager, he recognized at a glance that this was a money bag used by the Spirit Hall. Just by its weight, he knew that there were at least dozens of gold soul coins in the bag!
This is an enormous fortune!
"I...I understand, sir."
The villagers hurriedly nodded and bowed, their tone full of caution and respect: "I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, don't worry, I absolutely won't say a word!"
Ghost Douluo glanced at him coldly, nodded slightly, and said nothing more. With a flicker, he transformed into a black shadow and vanished from the spot in an instant.
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A few hours later, in Wuhun City, at the Papal Palace.
Although darkness had fallen, the Papal Palace remained brightly lit, with golden candlelight casting long shadows on the walls, creating a solemn and majestic atmosphere.
Bibi Dong sat quietly in the main seat, with two exquisite Soul Master data files neatly arranged on the stone table in front of her.
At the very top of the file were two names written in bold letters—Tang San and Tang Chuan.
In their personal profiles, one section stands out prominently, its text highlighted in bold crimson ink:
Father—Tang Hao!
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