"Where am I unreliable?!"
The Snow Empress glanced at her and said indifferently, "Ten years ago, I told you to keep an eye on A Tai and not let him mess around because he has a bad temper when he wakes up, but that time there was an avalanche."
The Ice Empress gave an awkward smile.
"Another time, you drank too much of the Extreme North Cold Spring and froze a passing Spirit Beast."
The Ice Empress lowered her head.
"And last time, when you wanted to give me a birthday present, the birthday present was accidentally opened by Xiao Bai, and he was immediately tied to his head with pink hearts. I don't know what you were thinking, was it a prank?"
The Ice Empress covered her face and shook her head, "Don't say it, I know I'm unreliable."
"It seems you still have hope, knowing that you are very unreliable." The Snow Empress was also very helpless. Among the so-called Three Great Heavenly Kings of the Extreme North Land, it seemed that only she was relatively reliable. As for the other two, she wouldn't even mention them.
"I really want to meet that Xiao Ze now. Maybe he can solve the problem of our future breakthroughs of the Heavenly Tribulation." The Ice Empress muttered softly.
The Snow Empress heard this and felt somewhat helpless.
After a Spirit Beast reaches a ten thousand year cultivation, it needs to break through a Heavenly Tribulation every ten thousand years. Either it advances further, or it perishes.
According to her and the Ice Empress's strength, the next time they face a Heavenly Tribulation, it would be a desperate struggle, with basically no chance of succeeding.
Neither of them wanted to die, but there was nothing they could do.
"When the spirit soul tower in the Extreme North Land is completed, we will have a chance to meet him."
"Mm."
...Time flew by like a white colt passing a crevice.
When Tang San stepped out of Slaughter City, the long-unseen sunlight was exceptionally dazzling.
He instinctively raised his hand to block it. Not seeing the sun for several years caused his eyes to immediately secrete physiological tears.
He slowly walked to a large rock nearby and sat down, wanting to get used to the sunlight.
"I'm finally out. Xiao Wu, I'm coming for you."
On Tang San's somewhat pale face was a neurotic smile.
During these years in Slaughter City, he had been constantly killing every day. He didn't know how many people he had killed, but he knew he was no longer normal.
But none of that mattered. He had completed the Asura God's fourth trial. As long as he completed the fifth trial, he would become the Asura God.
By then, whether it was Spirit Hall or Xiao Ze, they would all die!
When he finally adapted to the light and lowered his hand, Tang San prepared to go to the nearest city to change his clothes properly. His body carried a strong smell of blood, which was so heavy that it probably wouldn't fade for several years.
The nearest city was only an hour away from here.
With Tang San's current strength as a Spirit King, he quickly arrived.
The moment Tang San stepped into the city, the entire street suddenly froze.
Everyone stared at him in a daze.
Because his tattered black robe was stained red with blood, and every step he took left a bloody imprint on the bluestone slabs.
His long hair, uncut for several years, was matted with dried blood, hanging down and covering half of his pale face. Bits of flesh were vaguely visible in his hair.
A thick smell of blood spread out.
Everyone was terrified by Tang San's appearance.
Even from ten meters away, one could smell the strong, nauseating stench of blood on him.
Seeing this, both ordinary people and Spirit Masters quickly left. Such a heavy smell of blood meant he had killed countless people.
They were somewhat afraid.
Tang San's hollow gaze swept over the crowd. He ignored them and slowly walked into a hotel nearby.
As he entered the hotel, when the crystal chandelier in the lobby shone on Tang San, the light seemed to be dyed dark red.
The manager was wiping the counter. When he looked up, his movements instantly froze.
He watched with wide eyes as the moving blood-person walked towards him, his body trembling slightly.
The thick smell of blood assaulted him, making his stomach churn.
"Give… me a room." Tang San's voice was dry and hoarse.
The manager's Adam's apple bobbed. His gaze quickly swept over the cold eyes vaguely visible through the other party's messy hair.
He had no doubt that if he dared to say no, he might become part of that bloody smell in the next second.
"Okay! Okay! Room Three in the Heaven character suite is just empty!" The manager almost snatched the key and shoved it over, retracting his fingertips sharply when they touched the other party's cold wrist.
Tang San took the key and turned to walk towards the stairs.
Clear bloody footprints were left on each step.
Only after his figure disappeared around the stairwell did the manager slump against the counter, panting heavily.
He looked at the striking trail of bloody footprints on the floor, rubbed his throbbing temples, and his heart was filled with worry.
Was this person staying here a blessing or a curse?
The next day.
Tang San came down after cleaning himself up. The manager almost didn't recognize him.
Although he wasn't handsome, just an ordinary person, his eyes were still equally cold.
But he looked much more presentable than yesterday.
"Manager, manager, look, His Highness the Spirit Hall Saint Son has released a new book!" A waiter came over with a book and said.
"Really?! What is it this time?"
"I heard it's about something called spirit soul. I haven't read it yet." Both the waiter and the manager were ordinary people, but Xiao Ze's agricultural products had benefited everyone on the Douluo Continent.
Even among ordinary people, seventy to eighty percent admired him greatly, even following his every move.
"Quick, quick! Let's read it together!"
The two immediately started reading.
"Hiss… This spirit soul is amazing, it can even provide multiple spirit rings."
"Yes, if spirit soul is popularized, won't Spirit Masters no longer need to kill Spirit Beasts to obtain spirit rings?"
"His Highness the Saint Son is indeed a genius!"
Tang San's footsteps paused, and a curious look appeared in his eyes.
He slowly walked in front of the two.
The manager and the waiter froze, their legs trembling.
"Spirit Hall Saint Son, Xiao Ze?"
"Yes, yes."
"Let me see!" As Tang San's voice fell, he directly snatched the book from the manager's hand.
Then he quietly started reading.
Seeing the effects of the spirit soul later on, Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, and a bloody light flickered.
The spirit soul was actually so powerful. Tang San found it somewhat unbelievable.
One hundred thousand year spirit soul could be equivalent to five Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beasts. This was too astonishing.
Then two hundred thousand year spirit soul would be nine ten thousand year spirit rings, wouldn't it?
Tang San slowly put down the book in his hand, his mood very complex.
He had a grudge against Xiao Ze, but he had to admit that Xiao Ze was indeed a genius to be able to research such a thing.
"Besides this spirit soul, what else has Xiao Ze researched?" Tang San asked.
"There's also the Spirit Core." The manager immediately explained the matter of the Spirit Core.
Tang San nodded, returned the book to them, and walked outside.
He was feeling a bit flustered now. If the spirit soul was real, then Xiao Wu would be in danger.
"Xiao Wu, I hope you're okay. Otherwise, I'll make Xiao Ze pay with his life for yours."
Tang San quickened his steps. He had to go to the Star Dou Great Forest to take a look.
(End of Chapter)
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