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However, Xiao Bai was naturally an optimist. She rarely dwelled on unpleasant matters. After learning that Tang San's hundred-thousand-year spirit ring wasn't obtained through killing, she became more willing to chat with him.
Humans capable of coexisting with hundred-thousand-year spirit beasts in such a manner were exceedingly rare—practically more peculiar than a spirit beast falling in love with a human. This piqued her curiosity and made her eager to learn more about him.
Tang San, however, noticed something curious: Xiao Bai drank a glass of water every ten minutes.
The Sea Witch explained, "Xiao Bai hasn't fully taken on human form. Compared to land-based hundred-thousand-year spirit beasts, sea spirit beasts that reach this level can voluntarily transform into human form when they come ashore. However, their strength in human form is only about 60-70% of their original spirit beast power, similar to a mermaid."
Xiao Bai drank another large glass of water and added, "That's right. I can't stay on land for long periods. I need to keep my skin moist, so naturally, I have to drink more water."
"Oh, speaking of mermaids, the Sea Witch here is actually a mermaid herself."
The Sea Witch chimed in, "Let me tell you, the mermaid race is deeply favored by the Sea God. Before the Sea God himself was even born, mermaids were already the darlings of the sea!"
Just as Xiao Bai was about to share more mermaid secrets, the second elder of the Haotian Clan entered the guest hall. "Honored guests, the wedding is about to begin. Please follow me to attend the ceremony."
"So soon?" Xiao Bai muttered, slightly reluctant. Tang San's vibrant life aura had drawn her in, and she found herself wanting to talk to him more. Nevertheless, she quickly followed the six Titled Douluo of Sea God Island out of the hall. Before leaving, she said to Tang San, "Let's chat more later if we have time."
"Alright," Tang San replied with a smile and nodded. He walked out of the guest hall with Hu Liena and the others.
"You're quite popular with the ladies," Hu Liena teased. "Even female spirit beasts are smitten with you. With so many beauties waiting for you at home, can you handle it?"
"Don't say such nonsense," Tang San said sternly. "If someone overhears, they might think I have poor stamina. That's a blatant slander!"
Hu Liena shot him a disdainful look and spat, "Be serious! Right now, you're representing the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. You can't go around giving people the impression that you're some frivolous playboy."
"Do I look like a playboy?" Tang San adjusted his investigative glasses and said seriously, "I'm a researcher, thank you very much—just one with a unique sense of humor."
When they arrived outside the main hall of the Haotian Clan, the area was bustling with Haotian disciples. They had shed their usual black martial attire in favor of brighter clothing in red or yellow, adding a festive touch to the otherwise somber Haotian Clan.
On the lively square, some disciples were performing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique, their moves exuding power and vigor.
The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique was one of the Haotian Clan's most closely guarded secrets. However, during performances like this, outsiders could at most mimic the movements. Without proper guidance, it was impossible to grasp the core principle of borrowing strength. Moreover, without Tang San's exceptional recovery ability, learning it independently could lead to severe injuries, possibly even permanent damage.
For this reason, the disciples didn't mind showcasing the technique to outsiders on such occasions.
"The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique," Ning Fengzhi mused as he watched the performance. "It's said that many of the Haotian Clan's secret techniques and combat skills are based on this foundational hammer technique." Curious, he turned to Tang San. "You must know this technique as well, right?"
"I do," Tang San nodded. However, his version of the technique had already evolved into one uniquely suited to him. It was no longer the straightforward Disorder Splitting Wind. "What they're practicing is far from mastery. They haven't carved out a style of their own yet."
"There's a saying," Tang San continued. "Those who imitate me will live, but those who resemble me too closely will perish."
"If you only study the methods created by others without having your own insights, without learning to innovate and truly transform them into something that belongs to you, then you'll never surpass those who came before you."
Ning Fengzhi nodded in agreement. The Sword Douluo beside him appeared contemplative and asked, "Tang San, do you understand swordsmanship?"
"Not much," Tang San replied. "But when it comes to swords, it's really just about using thrusting and slashing as the main forms of attack. As long as the predecessors focus on those two actions and comprehend the force exerted during thrusting and swinging, while continually eliminating unnecessary movements, they will most likely continue to improve." Tang San shook his head, acknowledging that he didn't know swordsmanship, but still shared his thoughts.
The Sword Douluo sighed, "As expected from a master of soul cultivation theory. Even if you don't understand swordsmanship, you can still express such wisdom. I didn't come to this realization until I was sixteen. My father kept urging me to figure it out myself... Those were some rather dull yet fulfilling years of training."
Tang San fell silent for a moment before responding, "Sword Douluo, I think if you ever have children or disciples, it's better to be straightforward with them."
"While personal insights can be deeper, it takes a lot of time. Isn't the experience of predecessors meant to be passed on to future generations?"
"Besides, if you really want to gain deep insights, most ordinary geniuses, before the age of twenty or thirty, are usually stuck between Soul Scholar and Soul King, with little experience. They can't grasp any profound truths."
The Sword Douluo appeared to be deep in thought, then nodded. "I'll consider it if I ever take on disciples."
"That's the way it should be," Tang San smiled. "The martial arts and wisdom created by our predecessors are meant to save future generations time in cultivation."
"Of course, though, we must also consider how to prevent those who come later from simply imitating without understanding."
As the two of them continued their conversation, a sudden, invisible pressure jolted them both from their thoughts.
Above the Haotian Clan's plaza, a figure slowly descended through the air, the invisible aura making the very space seem to freeze.
Everyone, except Tang San, instinctively turned to look, but they couldn't sense any fluctuations in the person's soul power, as if he were just an ordinary human.
But how could an ordinary person float in mid-air?
*Level 100: Becoming a God!*
*Returning to Simplicity!*
At that moment, a mist of water vapor appeared around the plaza, winding through the crowd like rivers. These streams of water converged in the center of the plaza, forming a light blue water tornado several meters wide and tens of meters tall. As the mist dispersed, an elegant figure slowly emerged from within.
Splash!
As the water tornado faded, a beautiful and graceful woman appeared, dressed in a red gown and wearing a crystal crown. Her long hair flowed down nearly to the ground, easily rivaling Xiao Wu's hair in length.
As a Titled Douluo, her soul power was so profound that she could lightly shake it to remove any dust or stains from her hair. Otherwise, simply managing that long hair would take no less than half a day each time.
When Posey entered the scene, a golden light shot down from outside the Haotian Clan's gate, landing in an empty area of the plaza and revealing the figure of a handsome middle-aged man. "Looks like I'm not too late... Xixi, you're as beautiful as ever."
Seeing Qian Daoliu, Poseinden smiled. "Long time no see, Qian Daoliu. But you seem to have aged a little."
Qian Daoliu: "...?"
Why does he look just like Tang Chen?
(End of Chapter)