Chương 3: , Year 1, First Ring, First Soul Skill: Ancestral Dragon Golden Body

But Su Chen didn't laugh.

His tone was calm and gentle, without a trace of sarcasm: "Tang San, right?"

Tang San answered in a muffled voice, "Yes."

Su Chen nodded, his tone as if stating a fact: "The Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is indeed very weak."

Tang San's body stiffened.

coming.

Humiliation is coming.

Su Chen changed the subject, his voice softening: "However, a martial spirit doesn't determine everything. As long as you're willing to work hard, one day you can become stronger too."

He pressed down with both hands.

"Practice makes perfect!"

Tang San was stunned.

He looked up, staring at Su Chen in disbelief.

There was no mockery or contempt on that young face, only a calm sincerity.

"Just because the Spirit Hall doesn't accept you doesn't mean you'll be a waste forever," Su Chen continued, his tone carrying a convincing power.

"Cultivate diligently, and once you become stronger, the Spirit Hall will naturally agree to let you join."

"I believe you can definitely join the Spirit Hall!"

After saying that, Su Chen reached out and gently patted Tang San on the shoulder.

Then he turned and left without saying another word.

Tang San stood still.

His eyes were slightly red.

But these were not tears of humiliation, but rather the warmth of being moved.

At a time when everyone was laughing at him, the first person to stand up and encourage him was actually the genius that everyone looked up to.

Su Yuntao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but after looking in the direction Su Chen had left, he swallowed his words back.

He dared not refute Su Chen.

"Hmph, Blue Silver Grass will never amount to anything, no matter how hard it cultivates." He muttered to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

Then he continued tidying up the tools without glancing at Tang San again.

When Tang San walked out of the Spirit Hall, the sunlight was so bright that he squinted.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fist.

"Su Chen is right," he told himself.

"It doesn't matter if my martial spirit is weak; I can make up for it with hard work. I can definitely become stronger, strong enough for the Spirit Hall to agree to my joining!"

His gaze hardened again.

Tang San practically ran home.

He pushed open the dilapidated wooden door and rushed into the dimly lit room.

Tang Hao was lying on the bed drinking, several empty wine jars lying haphazardly beside him. He glanced at his son through his blurry eyes and mumbled, "You're back? What kind of martial soul did you awaken?"

"Dad!" Tang San stood by the bed, his chest heaving, his eyes shining.

"My martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, but—"

"Blue Silver Grass?" Tang Hao interrupted him, letting out a sneer, "A useless martial soul..."

Tang San ignored his father's mockery and continued, "But I have innate full soul power, level ten! Lord Su Yuntao said that innate full soul power is very rare!"

"I want to join the Spirit Hall! I want to become a strong person!"

The room suddenly fell silent.

It was unusually quiet.

Tang San thought his father hadn't heard him clearly, so he repeated loudly, "Dad, I want to join the Spirit Hall! I want to become strong!"

Tang Hao's body stiffened.

The hand holding the wine jar remained frozen in mid-air.

Then, he slowly turned around.

"What did you say?" Tang Hao's voice was so low it sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat.

"Say it again."

Tang San was startled by his father's gaze, but he still steeled himself and said, "I want to join the Spirit Hall!"

Tang Hao's hands were clenched so tightly they made a cracking sound.

"Do you know... how much damage the Spirit Hall has caused us? The Clear Sky Sect was sealed off, your mother was forced to sacrifice herself, and I was left with severe injuries."

Tang Hao was interrupted by Tang San after only a few words.

"I know," It's just a useless martial soul.

Tang San made a downward pressing motion with both hands, his sarcasm palpable.

"If you're bad at cooking... just practice more!"

Tang Hao:???

Tang San only heard the wine jar shatter on the ground with a crash before Tang Hao's large foot flew right in front of him.

"Bang!"

Tang San flew out of the door like a kite with a broken string, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

"Ouch!" Tang San winced in pain, rubbing his chest as he got up from the ground, looking at his father in the room with a blank expression.

"Dad, what are you doing?!"

Tang Hao stood at the door, his face ashen. His mind finally cleared a little, and he almost blurted out something he shouldn't have.

He shook his head to clear his mind.

"A piece of trash is always a piece of trash; it'll never amount to anything!"

"But I have another martial soul..."

"Oh, my good son, why didn't you say so sooner..."

Tang San:???

Late at night.

Holy Soul Village was immersed in tranquility, with the occasional bark of a dog that was then swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

Su Chen closed the doors and windows, making sure the gaps in the wooden boards were sealed tightly with rags so that no light could leak out.

He listened carefully to the sounds outside, but there were no footsteps, no breathing, only the occasional whistling of the night wind as it swept across the eaves.

He then sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes.

"System, absorb the five-hundred-year-old soul ring."

[Ding! Absorption begins!] Before he finished speaking, a strange power surged from the depths of his body.

Su Chen felt as if his body was a furnace that had been lit, with heat spreading wildly from his dantian to his limbs and bones.

A purple phantom of a spirit ring emerged from his body, slowly rotating and hovering around him.

Although it absorbed a 500-year-old soul ring, it became a 1000-year-old soul ring under the second reward.

Su Chen opened his eyes and saw clearly the color of the soul ring.

"The first purple ring..." Su Chen murmured to himself, a slight smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

A purple-gold dragon shadow flashed behind him, and the phantom of the soul ring gradually solidified, eventually circling steadily around his feet.

A warm yet violent force surged into his limbs and bones.

Su Chen felt as if his meridians had been widened by two times, his bones made a slight cracking sound, and his muscle fibers became more resilient under the influence of soul power.

The feeling was like being completely shattered and reassembled, with every inch of skin and every bone becoming stronger and more resilient.

The Soul Power value fluctuated on the system panel.

Level 12... Level 13... Level 14.

[Ding! Absorption complete. Host's first soul ring age: 500 years. Current soul power: Level 14.] [Gained first Soul Skill: Ancestral Dragon Golden Body. Upon activation, the entire body is covered in golden dragon scale phantoms, increasing defense by 200%, strength by 150%, speed by 120%, and soul power recovery speed by 100%. Duration is proportional to soul power consumption. Cooldown: None.] Su Chen clenched his fist.

He could clearly feel the surging power within his body simply through introspection and perception.

If we were to face Su Yuntao's level 26 pressure again now...

He didn't even need the Ancestral Dragon Martial Soul to automatically protect him; he could withstand it with just the strength of his physical body.

Although Su Yuntao was eighteen levels higher than him, Su Yuntao did not have a thousand-year soul ring.