Chapter 30: The Chronicles of Tang San’s Cheat Codes
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Chapter 30: Tang San’s Cheat-Enabled Chronicle
“Teacher, please believe me.”
Looking into Zhong Yan’s resolute eyes, Bibi Dong felt her heart soften for some reason.
“Very well.”
“Ah—!”
A cry of agony came from behind Zhao Wuji and the others. They hurriedly turned around.
The soul power within Tang San’s body surged violently. Fine beads of blood began to seep from his skin, evaporating into the air with the rising soul power and forming a pale-red mist that enveloped him.
“Brother!” Xiao Wu cried out anxiously.
Everyone else’s heart tightened as well—everyone except Bibi Dong and Zhong Yan.
Tang San’s brows were tightly knitted, his lips pressed firmly together, and his body continued to convulse without pause. The blood mist around him grew increasingly dense. It was obvious how intense the pain he was enduring had become.
Within the mist, the crackle of breaking bones sounded from time to time, and every snap sent a shiver through those standing nearby.
Seeing how utterly unconcerned Zhong Yan appeared, Bibi Dong asked curiously, “You aren’t worried about him? Isn’t he your friend?”
She herself was genuinely not worried. If not for the fact that this disciple of hers would have exploded and died without absorbing a soul ring, she would already have struck him dead with a single palm.
“There’s no need to worry. He’s merely absorbing a soul ring beyond its prescribed age limit. Since he chose this path, it means he wants to become stronger. And becoming stronger requires paying a price.”
Zhao Wuji, whose hearing was exceptionally sharp, caught what Zhong Yan had said and quickly asked, “What did you say? That Man-Faced Demon Spider is beyond the limit?”
The moment those words were spoken, everyone present was stunned.
Xiao Wu turned toward the corpse of the Man-Faced Demon Spider nearby. She understood the situation to some extent, and immediately said, “It is indeed beyond the limit. This Man-Faced Demon Spider is two thousand years old, while the maximum age limit for absorbing a third soul ring is one thousand five hundred years.”
Zhao Wuji could not help asking, “How did you know that?”
Xiao Wu had no choice but to come up with an excuse. Since Zhong Yan had not exposed her identity, though she did not know why, she had to continue pretending.
“The Grandmaster taught Little San about it. I happened to be listening nearby, so I naturally remembered.”
Now everyone understood that Tang San was gambling with his life, and they could not help but grow worried.
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“What? Doesn’t that mean Third Brother is going to die?” the chubby Ma Hongjun cried out first.
“Stay calm!” Zhao Wuji shouted.
As their teacher, he had to step forward at a time like this. If he panicked, the children would lose control as well.
Looking at the worry in their eyes, he continued, “The Pope’s disciple already said it himself. To become a powerful Soul Master, one must bear all the risks that come with becoming stronger. In this world, there are no Soul Masters who can become powerful while lying around, paying no price and taking no risks. All we can do is believe in Little San.”
Listening to Zhao Wuji lecture his students, Zhong Yan silently thought to himself, Those who have never encountered sign-in systems or slacker systems simply do not understand. Sigh!
A system, indeed. There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
The Man-Faced Demon Spider was no ordinary soul beast. Its own brutality and strength made its soul ring exceptionally domineering, to say nothing of absorbing it beyond its prescribed age limit.
The violently fluctuating soul power gradually settled. The fine beads of blood stopped seeping from Tang San’s skin, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed somewhat.
A faint blue radiance quietly began to spill from within his body. As the blue light spread, strands of Blue Silver Grass began to emerge and slowly grow around him.
“He succeeded!”
Zhao Wuji let out a long sigh of relief, and the heart he had kept clenched finally relaxed.
“That’s incredible!” Ma Hongjun leaped up in excitement. “You’ve created a miracle!”
“Indeed.” Ning Rongrong, who had remained behind the others, regarded Tang San with a complicated expression. “This is the first successful example in the history of the Soul Master world of someone absorbing a soul ring beyond the ultimate age limit.”
Hearing everyone around her sing Tang San’s praises, Bibi Dong turned and glanced at Zhong Yan.
“You’re just going to stand there and watch?”
“Huh?” Zhong Yan was puzzled for a moment before realizing what she meant. He rolled his eyes at her and said, “What else am I supposed to do? Go over there and tell them that I was the first?”
Bibi Dong chuckled softly. “Wasn’t it? Aren’t children your age always eager to be first and show off?”
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“Tch. I have no interest in showing off to a bunch of little brats.”
Hearing this, Bibi Dong smiled even more brightly.
“Ah—!”
Just as everyone was cheering for Tang San, his relaxed brows suddenly drew tightly together again, and a scream escaped his mouth.
Sitting cross-legged, he convulsed violently. His chest thrust upward, and his entire upper body arched backward.
Then, accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric, the clothes on Tang San’s back suddenly split apart. He appeared to be enduring unimaginable agony once more, as fine beads of blood began to emerge from beneath his skin. His entire body convulsed violently.
Standing behind him, Dai Mubai clearly saw four fist-sized bulges rise on either side of Tang San’s spine.
What were those things?
At Dai Mubai’s call, everyone noticed the changes taking place on Tang San’s back.
The next instant, the eight bulges suddenly burst open. Eight deep-purple objects, each as thick as a fist, drilled out from those openings and began growing at an astonishing speed.
Under everyone’s stunned gaze, the deep-purple objects had already grown to more than a meter long in the blink of an eye.
When they exceeded one and a half meters, their growth paused briefly. Joint-like structures formed at their ends, and when the deep-purple limbs extended again, they bent from those joints in different directions.
The eight purplish-black limbs continued growing until they exceeded three meters before finally stopping. They gleamed with a brilliant violet sheen, their surfaces smooth and glossy. They were thickest near Tang San’s back and gradually tapered as they extended outward, ending in points as sharp as spikes.
Bibi Dong’s gaze grew dangerous as she watched this scene. But when she noticed Zhong Yan looking at her, she could only abandon her thoughts. With a sigh, she murmured softly, “That boy certainly is lucky.”
Zhao Wuji’s ears were as sharp as ever. He walked before Bibi Dong and bowed respectfully.
“May I ask, Your Holiness, what is that?”
Bibi Dong did not answer. She merely gestured toward Zhong Yan with her eyes.
Staring at the Eight Spider Lances protruding from Tang San’s back, Zhong Yan slowly said, “An external soul bone.”
I finished my exam today. Unless something unexpected happens, I probably failed. I genuinely know nothing about biochemistry. But it’s fine—it was only a midterm, anyway. This chapter is about two thousand words, so I’m posting it first rather than making you wait while I slowly finish the rest. I should be able to complete the ten thousand words by tomorrow evening.
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