Chapter 11 Where's My Treehouse? So why did the treehouse disappear? (Add to favorites and read more!) (1 / 1)
After Tang San left, he simply simplified the internal organ strengthening route of the first level of the improved Xuantian Gong, simply converting internal energy into soul energy.
The meridian acupoints used in the meditation method were significantly simpler than those of the improved Xuantian Gong he practiced.
But he was still shocked by Tang Hao, the Titled Douluo. Even his strength, which had been hidden for so long, was slightly revealed due to his mental shock.
After all, there is no systematic cultivation method on the Douluo Continent. Almost all soul masters rely on natural talent.
So, just by Tang San modifying the meditation method a little bit, he shocked his old friend Tang Hao!
"Pheasants and rabbits today? Hmm... I see."
Tang San walked with familiarity to the trap he had set, only to find two prey already inside. Judging by their size, they were roughly enough for three adults to feast on!
Perhaps because of Tang San's arrival, the previously quiet Blue Silver Grass began to dance joyfully, its leaves bowing slightly towards Tang San as a sign of respect for the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline.
Also, to Tang San, the Emperor of the Blue Silver Grass Clan, its faint instinctive awareness conveyed a message.
"That terrifying two-legged beast has brought prey to the Emperor's trap again. Horrible! Horrible!"
Tang San squatted down, extending his white, tender hands to caress the trembling leaves of the Blue Silver Grass. A gentle smile graced his face, and the gentle life-giving aura of the Blue Silver Emperor emanated from his entire being.
If he was not mistaken, the one who had been leaving prey in his traps all this time must have been his old friend, Tang Hao. What a dishonest father! It seems the Tang Hao I've met is far superior to the one in the novel.
Tang San stroked his own face, smooth as a peeled egg. Perhaps it was because he'd awakened his Blue Silver Emperor bloodline prematurely that he started looking like Ah Yin's mother. Otherwise, he would have starved to death as a child!
"Hum..."
"What's going on???"
Tang San sighed, his hands ablaze with inner energy as he began to manipulate the Blue Silver Grass into a cage, intending to bring the pheasants and rabbits from the trap back to Old Jack for a feast!
But a heart-pounding surge of soul power suddenly erupted from behind, causing Tang San to freeze, his hair standing on end! The oppression, both at the vital level and the total pressure on his mind, left Tang San unable to even move his feet.
But this terrifying aura had come as suddenly as it vanished in the blink of an eye. Although Tang San's face was grimacing, he had at least guessed the whole story.
At this moment, the blue silver grass at Tang San's feet began to frantically transmit messages!
"Emperor! That terrifying-looking foot beast has gone mad! It's carried our boss away! Wuuuu... The boss is gone..."
"Wait? My treehouse was carried away!!!"
Tang San was stunned. His already small face, with large eyes, suddenly widened even wider and rounder.
A hint of confusion lingered in those large eyes. What had happened since he left? No! I had to go back and see!
I had to get the blue silver grass to prepare dinner immediately. After all, the most important thing in the world is to fill your own stomach! How could I become a handsome man if I didn't eat well and grow well? I didn't want to end up like the Tang San in the original novel!
Perhaps sensing Tang San's impatience, the blue silver grass moved swiftly. Originally intended to weave a cage with the blue silver grass vines, they now roughly tied the pheasant and rabbit together, leaving only their heads exposed for air.
Tang San didn't care. As soon as the prey was tied up, he jumped up and ran, his short legs sprinting at breakneck speed. Although he hadn't formally practiced Ghost Shadow Mistake, he had studied its meridian-based internal energy circulation techniques, and he used them instinctively.
It was good for navigating the woods, but its endurance wasn't great. By the time he'd escaped the grove and reached the riverbank of his secret base, Tang San was already panting.
After all, Ghost Shadow Mistake required internal energy to power it, much like a car and gasoline. Without internal energy, it couldn't move. This was Tang San's goal in improving Ghost Shadow Mistake. At least it should be comparable to the Light Footsteps in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, right?
In Tang San's martial arts improvement plan, Ghost Shadow Mistake would at least no longer consume internal energy while running, instead increasing it like the Light Footsteps in the novel.
After all, he had already traveled to Douluo Continent, so the world described in the novel should have a corresponding world, right?
Tang San could easily create a modified Ghost Shadow Mystery with endless trial and error in the Mysterious Space of the Golden Finger. It would only cost him a bit of mental energy.
"Where's my tree house? My tree house is so huge!!!"
But improving Ghost Shadow Mystery was still just a plan on paper. Now Tang San was a little devastated. The tree house he'd painstakingly built using his internal energy to nurture blue silver grass was gone!
Not just the tree house, but the entire blue silver tree beneath it, transformed from the blue silver grass, was gone too.
What appeared before Tang San was a devastated riverbank. The once thriving blue silver grass lawn looked as if it had been blown away by a force 18 gale.
The giant blue silver tree that had once grown on the riverbank was gone too, leaving behind a roughly five-meter-long pit in its place! Now the stream was slowly filling it with water. Perhaps a small pond would appear in a few days?
"Could it be Old Deng who did it? Is that so serious? I just improved my meditation technique a little bit, and now they've dug up the Blue Silver Tree I created..."
Tang San grumbled, his face furious. In a place as small as Holy Soul Village, who could pull off such a thing in such a short time?
Tang San's first thought was Old Deng, Tang Hao! Based on his observations and character, he knew Tang Hao would do such a thing.
Though Tang Hao was now the youngest and most renowned Titled Douluo in the Douluo World, in Tang San's eyes, he was nothing more than a drunkard! A reckless man! And initially, an unfit father!
"Based on the vitality of the Blue Silver Grass, that Blue Silver Tree should be able to survive..."
Tang San stepped over the Blue Silver Grass lawn, ripped to shreds by Tang Hao's spirit power, and came to the former treehouse site. He looked at the edge of the pit. The dense, violently torn roots clung to the ground, and his mouth twitched.
"Alas... I underestimated the power of the simplified internal energy combined with meditation. I just made up a meditation technique, could it have such a huge impact on the natives of Douluo Continent? Old Deng isn't even going to pretend anymore, I thought he'd keep putting it off!"
Tang San pouted. Don't think he didn't know. There aren't any small animals near Holy Soul Village! Even if there were, they'd have been caught by the villagers long ago. I just set a few simple traps.
And since awakening his Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, he's been able to sense the energy and will of the Blue Silver Herb. Every time he checks his traps, he's informed of prey set by two-legged beasts.
After all, Tang San had lived in Holy Soul Village for so long, and he hadn't seen any small animals near it, except in the primeval forest.
"Forget it, I'll find out when I get home. I'm a little hungry now, so I'll go to Grandpa Jack's house to deal with the pheasants and rabbits I have!"
Tang San shook his head helplessly, like a little adult, at the mess in his secret base. He rubbed his stomach. Eating was the most important thing!
Glancing at the pheasant and rabbit in each hand, Tang San wondered if he'd have beggar's chicken for lunch today? Or spicy rabbit head? His mouth watered as he pondered. After all, Holy Soul Village was so remote, he was lucky to be able to eat meat year-round.
Amidst the extraordinary power of spirit masters and the aristocracy, life in the countryside wasn't easy. While he wouldn't starve, he couldn't stand eating plain porridge and pickles every day! Tang San still craved meat!
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