Chapter 146: Chapter 145: Tang San – To Save Xiao Wu, I’ll Absorb This Man-Faced Demon Spider First
[But this time, Tang San isn't Xiao Wu's brother as in the original story. Now that Xiao Wu and I have been captured together, will Tang San still chase after us the same way?]
[In the original, Tang San desperately sought Xiao Wu after she was taken. He borrowed Oscar's Flying Mushroom Sausages, boosted his speed with Rongrong's support skill, and charged forward 'at all costs,' determined to either rescue her alive or recover her body!]
The female leads were skeptical. Could Tang San really be that devoted? It didn't align with Su Ming's earlier description of him.
After all, they had just barely escaped together, and now he was planning to go back on his own to rescue Xiao Wu? With his current strength, wasn't that essentially a death wish? Any random attack from the Titan Giant Ape could instantly crush him!
Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing watched as Tang San consumed one of Oscar's Flying Mushroom Sausages and soared into the sky. The scene unfolded exactly as Su Ming had described!
Even Su Ming hadn't anticipated that, despite Xiao Wu no longer being his sister, Tang San still harbored such deep, hidden feelings for her.
Now, how would Su Ming handle this?
Of course, even if Su Ming knew about it, he wouldn't be too concerned. He had long realized that Tang San had felt an inexplicable connection with Xiao Wu the moment they met. Back then, Tang San didn't understand this emotion, but her capture must have triggered his sudden awakening.
Su Ming wasn't surprised.
If Tang San dared to openly express his feelings for Xiao Wu, Su Ming was prepared to confront him: "Why did you waste so much time absorbing the Man-Faced Demon Spider instead of rushing to save her?"
And if Tang San chose to keep his feelings buried, Su Ming would simply scoff, though inwardly, he'd remain vigilant against any potential schemes from this sly opponent.
Tang San's current strength wasn't yet a threat to Su Ming. What concerned him more was Tang San's mastery of hidden weapons and his skill in deploying them. Su Ming planned to deal with that—perhaps crippling Tang San's fingers at some point to render weapons like the One Thousand and One Nights or Guanyin's Tear unusable.
While Tang San might develop mechanical hidden weapons in the future, only the top three of such creations were truly formidable. However, their extreme complexity meant they were nearly impossible to craft without a master like Lou Gao, who had sacrificed his life to forge them. Without Lou Gao, Tang San's ability to create high-level weapons would drop significantly. And without that edge, even the Zhuge Crossbow wouldn't pose any real threat to Su Ming.
As the female leads mulled over these possibilities, Su Ming's diary revealed the so-called "devotion" of Tang San:
[Interestingly, during his rescue attempt, Tang San encountered a 2,000-year-old Man-Faced Demon Spider. Not only did he engage it in battle, but he even resorted to using his second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer. Let's face it, his Blue Silver Grass is weak offensively, and its control wasn't very effective against this spider.]
[After much struggle, he finally killed it. I assumed he'd immediately continue toward the Titan Giant Ape, given that this demon spider's soul ring exceeded the theoretical limit for a third ring.]
[But no. Tang San stopped. He decided to absorb the demon spider's ring instead. Absolutely ridiculous! With his experience, he must've known the ring's power exceeded his limits, yet he still chose to absorb it. Why? Because he believed it would replenish his energy, boost his strength, and improve his chances of rescuing Xiao Wu.]
The female leads: …
They were speechless.
So this was what passed for devotion?
Encountering a Man-Faced Demon Spider mid-rescue and choosing to kill it instead of fleeing might make sense. After all, leaving it alive could complicate matters. But choosing to absorb the ring right afterward? That was beyond comprehension!
By then, precious time had already been wasted. If Xiao Wu had been any other 100,000-year soul beast, she'd likely have been long dead, her body obliterated! Yet Tang San still had the audacity to take his time absorbing the ring? Truly absurd!
Even Bibi Dong found this reckless. A 2,000-year-old demon spider? She wouldn't dare absorb it herself. Such an endeavor would be fatal for most, except for a freak like Su Ming, who had the System and a soul-power-forging technique to ignore such theoretical limits. But Tang San?
What was he relying on? His Mysterious Heaven Skill? Years of forging experience? His twin martial souls?
To be fair, he did think exactly that. Tang San firmly believed his Mysterious Heaven Skill, Tang Sect techniques, twin martial souls, and years of forging had tempered his body far beyond his peers. Absorbing a ring a few hundred years above his level shouldn't be a problem.
[One thing I don't get,] Su Ming continued in his diary, [is why Zhao Wuji and the others arrived so late. They'd eaten Oscar's Flying Mushroom Sausages too, and Rongrong was there to boost their speed. How could they fall so far behind?]
[Maybe Oscar's soul power was running low? After all, he'd just gotten his third ring and could only make about a dozen sausages at a time. Delays were understandable. But still, it felt too long.]
[This time, with Rongrong's third skill to restore soul power, there's no excuse. If they don't catch up with Tang San, it's downright unreasonable.]
The female leads agreed. With Tang San's strength, taking down the Man-Faced Demon Spider would've taken a significant amount of time. With Ning Rongrong's support, Zhao Wuji and the others should've caught up by now.
If it were any other Rank 30 soul master, facing a 2,000-year-old demon spider would have been a death sentence. Tang San's success was purely an anomaly.
As Su Ming's diary predicted, Tang San was indeed charging toward the Titan Giant Ape alone. Meanwhile, Oscar's soul power was nearly drained after crafting three Flying Mushroom Sausages for Tang San.