Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San

The Mysterious Heaven Method circulated rapidly within his body, suddenly entering the Ninth Stage. It caused the Qi and blood in Tang San\'s body to surge. Luckily, the Mysterious Heaven Method itself was of moderate and gentle nature, not revealing too much, but Tang San clearly felt his cultivation base had increased significantly. The powerful bloodline brand strength he had just absorbed from the Behemoth Clan was astounding; he had to take his time to assimilate it fully. For now, he could only suppress and control it.

The blood he coughed up wasn\'t fake either. Although he managed to break out of the Claw Blade Storm with the Golden Peng Transformation and the Lion Tiger Golden Gang, seizing the best opportunity, the Claw Blade Storm was too ferocious and still caused some injury to his meridians.

At this moment, the entire venue fell into silent awe.

The recent spectacle was too shocking for all the spectators. Amidst the blood-red claws that nearly covered the entire space of the competition platform, a stream of golden light soared up, breaking through and hovering in mid-air. When the claw shadows dissipated the next instant, the golden light flowed back, and the battle was won.

Again, it was that seemingly effortless palm, still a palm that vanquished the foe. If the former battles could be attributed to a stroke of luck by some measure, then what about today\'s battle? Though he seemed cautious not to engage directly, always opting for a guerrilla fighting style, the result was plainly evident. That\'s how it ended; he won again, and this human triumphed once more. Yes, he was a human!

Only now did the audience truly aware of Tang San\'s race gasp with realization. When had humans become so powerful?

The Golden Mammoth, the Fierce Sunflower Essence Clan, and today\'s Behemoth giant beast—who among them wasn\'t a renowned powerhouse of their race on the Continent? Yet, this human had defeated them and achieved such feats. As he won another match in the group stage, those familiar with his group even realized that his next opponent would be less formidable than the one he just faced. Could it be then, at this Elite Competition of the Ancestral Court, a human would advance to the finals? The thought was simply too incredible.

The reason Tang San garnered so much attention was due to his exceedingly strong opponents, each considered potential finalists, yet he, never favored, blazed his trail through brambles and thorns, consecutively defeating three formidable enemies.

After the judge announced his victory, Tang San lightly pushed the mask on his face and turned to walk down from the platform.

In the VIP seats, noble families had already started to inquire about his background.

But when Tang San stepped off the competition platform, he was slightly taken aback because there was someone waiting for him below. It wasn\'t Big Cat or Pretty Girl, but the ruler of Jiali City, the Peacock Demon King.

Tang San did not know why this person was able to come to the contestant area, but as the leader of a clan and one of the eight major city lords of the Tianyu Empire, the Peacock Demon King, though not an Emperor, was clearly among the most top-tier beings in the Tianyu Empire. After all, he had once repelled an Emperor at Jiali City, albeit at the cost of sustaining heavy injuries.

"Come with me," said the Peacock Demon King to Tang San.

"Alright," Tang San replied calmly.

A flash of silver, and the space around them seemed to fade away. They traversed the void, quietly slipping through space.

The next instant, almost without any sense of disorientation, they appeared in another place.

It was a room with an air of antiquity, entirely constructed of wood. There was a soft carpet on the floor of the room, with a table and several cushions beside it. The windows were open, letting in the cool, plant-scented air from the tranquil, spirit-filled valley outside, gently permeating this peaceful world.

The Peacock Demon King walked over to one side of the table and sat down, pointing to a cushion on the opposite side.

Tang San walked over and took a seat on the cushion.

The Peacock Demon King expertly picked up a clay pot from the table and added some plant material similar to tea leaves, followed by water. With the gentle support of bloodline power, the water in the pot soon came to a boil, and a faint, refreshing fragrance wafted from the spout, instantly adding a touch of spirituality to the air in the entire room.

He poured a cup for Tang San and one for himself. Setting down the pot, the Peacock Demon King gestured to Tang San and said, "Please taste."

"Thank you," Tang San replied, lifting the teacup and taking a sip. As an expert in poisons, he naturally wasn\'t worried about anything being in the tea.

The tea was fragrant upon entry, its clear and sweet flavor blooming fully in the scalding heat. Tang San immediately felt a clean energy fill his body, and the internal injuries he had suffered earlier seemed to lessen significantly.

After exhaling a breath of stale air, he felt refreshed and sincerely remarked, "This is exquisite tea."

The Peacock Demon King smiled slightly, "This is a fine thing only available in the Ancestral Court. If I remember correctly, your name is Asura, right?"

"Yes," Tang San nodded slightly.

The Peacock Demon King said, "I find you quite enigmatic, you conceal yourself deeply."

Tang San responded, "Everyone has their own secrets. I have mine, and you have yours, don\'t you?"

With a light sigh, the Peacock Demon King nodded, "Indeed! Everyone has their own secrets. Do you belong to the Redemption?"

Tang San was slightly startled, "You know about the Redemption too?"

The Peacock Demon King said indifferently, "Of course, I know. My wife and daughter are both members of the Redemption Organization. How could I not know about it?"

Upon hearing this, Tang San\'s pupils momentarily constricted, but he quickly regained his composure.

Now it was the Peacock Demon King\'s turn to be surprised; he had expected the young man before him to be more shocked.

"I find you even harder to read now. The aura of your bloodline tells me you are no more than twenty years old, still in your growing years. Yet your composure is that of an old man who has experienced a lifetime. Can you tell me how this is possible?" the Peacock Demon King said with a smile.

Tang San replied, "That I cannot explain to you. If you wonder why I am not astonished by your knowledge that Pretty Girl comes from the Redemption, then I am surprised. But considering you brought her to participate in the Ancestral Court Elite Competition and even trained her to her current state, intending to pass on the City Lord position to her, I understand that you do not care about her identity as a member of the Redemption. That is probably why I can remain calm."

"Very good," the Peacock Demon King\'s face revealed a hint of appreciation. "You are the first young person that has truly impressed me. You\'re right, I don\'t care about her identity as Redemption. In fact, I am delighted by her association with it. After all, for the Monster Clan as well as the Spirit Clan, humans are far too insignificant. They can\'t even rely on their own race\'s innate abilities. Can those humans who truly have power still be called human? Hybrid humans or even half demons would not be an exaggeration. They also carry the bloodline of the Monster Clan, so what of it?"

Hearing this, Tang San\'s brows involuntarily furrowed, as this statement affected him even more than the previous one.

Because the Peacock Demon King wasn\'t wrong—in reality, are those humans who possess the Demon God Transformation still purely human? No, they are no longer purely human but beings that carry the blood of the Monster Clan or the Spirit Clan. They are half demons or half spirits, and there\'s nothing wrong with that terminology. It is just that people consider themselves human. Of course, there are also humans who are vassals to the Monster Clan or Spirit Clan and don\'t even regard themselves as humans anymore. However, such cases are rare, for their mothers are often killed by their father\'s clans.