I am planting demon Tang San in Douluo

Two days later, in a mountain forest not far from Wuhun City, there was a very hidden cave.

There is no one here, except for the rustle of the mountain wind through the treetops and the occasional chirping of birds, breaking the silence all around.

It was dark inside the cave, and the light filtered through the only gap at the entrance and scattered on the cave wall, forming strange shadows.

Tang San was sitting cross-legged on the flat ground in the center of the cave with his eyes closed tightly, posing with his five hearts in the sky.

However, Tang San at this moment was not enjoying the tranquility and peace brought by this kind of cultivation.

His face was unusually rosy, as if it had been burned by flames, and red light flowed under his skin, like fire dragons churning through his blood.

Tang San's brows were furrowed, sweat seeping from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks, and dripping onto the ground, making a subtle ticking sound.

His breathing also became rapid. Every inhalation seemed to suck the air of the entire cave into his lungs, and every exhalation seemed to expel all the blazing soul power from his body.

The fiery soul power was almost out of control, running rampant in the body.

This kind of pain felt like thousands of needles were piercing his meridians, and like fire burning his internal organs.

However, Tang San gritted his teeth and held on without letting out a groan.

He constantly adjusted his breathing, trying to guide the violent soul power to the correct meridians.

At the same time, the depths of Tang San's mind seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, and countless illusions began to emerge in it.

They flicker like dreamy bubbles, which is dizzying.

Among these illusions are his various experiences as a member of the Tang Sect in his previous life, as well as his various encounters in Douluo Continent in this life.

The grievances and hatreds of the past life and the love and hate of this life were all slowly unfolding in his mind like a scroll at this moment.

Gradually, these visions began to change.

They are no longer those complicated memories, but have become various performance arts between Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Those spring-filled dreams bloomed in Tang San's mind like blooming flowers.

Tang San was immersed in these illusions, as if he was in a wonderful dream.

He experienced a feeling he had never experienced before, and an inexplicable warmth surged in his heart, and he gradually set up a tall tent.

However, at this moment, a strong feeling of heat suddenly hit him, burning his soul like fire.

Tang San was startled and quickly wanted to withdraw from this illusion.

However, the feeling of heat became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to swallow his soul.

He struggled desperately to free himself from the restraints, but to no avail.

After an unknown amount of time, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from Tang San's mouth.

His face turned extremely pale instantly, and his eyes were full of disappointment and unwillingness.

He murmured to himself:

"Isn't it still possible? Isn't there any other way to practice this [Sunflower Book] besides practicing Qi in the palace?"

Tang San's heart was full of doubts and struggles.

He knew that practicing Qi in the palace was the only way to practice the [Sunflower Collection], but he could not accept such a price.

He clenched his fists as if to cheer himself up, but then loosened his fists weakly.

Thinking of what the Evil Emperor said, Tang San's heart was even more filled with confusion.

He knew that the main purpose of the book was to reverse the two qi of yin and yang and transform men into women.

But this kind of cultivation method is undoubtedly a huge challenge for him, which also means that he has to give up his manly body and become a girl.

In fact, Tang San didn't have a deep understanding of Taoist Qi training. He knew it but didn't know why.

Although he also practices the Taoist basic internal skill of Zhongzheng and Peace [Xuantian Kung], he knows nothing about the transformation of yin and yang.

This is also the reason why he wants to master the [Sunflower Manual].

After a man emerges from the palace, there is no suppression of the yang root, and the yin and yang qi in the body are out of balance, and the [true yin] suppressed deep in the body by the yang qi will be leaked out.

The "Qi Training Chapter" of "Sunflower Collection" tells how to collect these true yin qi and then refine them through some unique luck route, so as to achieve the purpose of qi training.

So long as you give up your palace and those three ounces of meat, your subsequent cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, and you will even reach the innate realm in a very short period of time.

At the same time, the Sunflower Qi can also make the practitioner as light as a swallow, and even have an extremely ghostly speed, coming and going quickly, almost teleporting.

But Tang San did not practice self-gong. What he cultivated was the yang energy in his body, not the true yin energy.

Therefore, during the cultivation process, he felt increasingly hot and intense, to the point where his fiery soul power rioted.

At the same time, the riot of Yang Qi also caused all kinds of illusions to appear in his mind, making him unable to extricate himself.

At this moment, Tang San's heart was filled with helplessness and despair.

He knew that unless he entered the palace, he might really not be able to practice this [Sunflower Manual].

But he was unwilling to give up just like that. After all, this was the only way for him to quickly improve his strength.

Just when Tang San fell into confusion, his thoughts suddenly drifted back to that thrilling moment two days ago.

That day, he was immobilized by the Evil Emperor, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as Xiao Wu was stripped of his innocence.

The scenes of the two testing each other were like sharp blades, piercing his heart deeply.

The dazzling blood on the swing wicker chair was Xiao Wu's blood, and it was the price she paid to protect herself.

The blood mixed with her pure white sweat seemed to tell the pain and struggle she had experienced.

As for him, Tang San, he could only watch all this happen, but was unable to lend a helping hand.

At the last moment, Xiao Wu let out a high-pitched cry, her voice full of excitement and pain, as if she was about to tear the whole world apart.

Thinking of this, Tang San's anger rose to the sky. He vowed that no matter what the price, he would avenge Xiao Wu.

He wanted the Evil Emperor to pay the due price and let the world know that he, Tang San, was not someone to be trifled with.

He clenched his fist tightly, as if trying to gather all his anger and power into it.

Finally, in a mixture of anger and grief, Tang San took off his pants without hesitation and took out a sharp dagger from "Twenty-Four Bridges on a Bright Moon Night".

This dagger is about to be pointed at his brother.

"Evil Emperor, I want you to pay with blood!"

Tang San looked up to the sky and roared, his voice filled with endless anger and grief.

Two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes unknowingly. They were the grief for losing his brother and the anger for what the Evil Emperor had done.

Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light, and a black object mixed with a pile of withered grass quietly fell to the ground along with blood. "Snapped!"

Tang San clenched his teeth tightly and used his martial arts to stop the blood from the wound, but his heart felt like being hit hard by a heavy hammer, and he fell into the abyss.

The dagger lay quietly on the ground, covered in blood and a few withered grass, losing its former sharpness and luster.

Tang San lowered his head and stared at it, his heart filled with endless pain and despair.

From then on, he, Tang San, could no longer share the hardships with Xiao Wu and could only treat each other as sisters.

………………

Five days later, the much-anticipated Soul Master Competition finals finally kicked off.

The entire Wuhun City was immersed in a lively and tense atmosphere, as if even the air was filled with gunpowder smoke and fighting spirit.

At this critical moment, a ghostly figure quietly appeared in Wuhun City. It was Tang San who had started practicing Qi in the palace.

In other words, at this moment, he prefers to be known as Tang Shan.

At this moment, Tang San was standing in the corner of the arena, wearing a bright red robe.

The robe burned like fire, in stark contrast to his stern face, making him even more heroic.

Tang San quietly observed this last soul fighting match, his eyes flashing with a charming light, as if he had already understood every move and intention of his opponent.

After five days of rest, Tang San's injuries from the palace were almost healed.

After all, he is a fifty-level soul king, and he has a lot of spiritual herbs to help him, so curing his injuries is naturally an easy task.

However, the body's recovery is only superficial.

What makes Tang San even more happy is that since he left the palace, his cultivation in the [Sunflower Book] can be said to have progressed by leaps and bounds, and it has been a smooth journey without any obstacles.

The principles of martial arts in the "Sunflower Book" deeply attracted Tang San, allowing him to continue to understand and grow in the process of cultivation.

He no longer had any regrets about practicing Qi in his palace, because Tang San had never been exposed to a technique that suited his temperament and personality so well.

[Xuan Tian Gong] is a Taoist skill. The nature of the Qi produced is neutral and peaceful, and anyone can practice it. Neutral and peaceful also means that it has no characteristics.

But unlike [Xuan Tian Gong], which is neutral and peaceful, [Sunflower Collection] is a technique that favors cunning and speed. This characteristic complements Tang San's character and acting style.

Tang San himself was an assassin by birth, his actions were dark and gloomy, and he preferred strange and weird martial arts.

It can be said that he and [Sunflower Collection] are attracted to each other, as if a bastard looked at a mung bean and saw the right thing.

If [Sunflower Collection] is a rare Bole in the world, then Tang San is the most suitable Chollima for Bole, and the compatibility between the two reaches 200%.

If it were Zhao Wuji or Dai Mubai who practiced the [Sunflower Manual], they would not be able to exert 100% of the power of this technique even if they were willing to leave the palace.

Because their character traits tend to be defensive and domineering, they are very different from the characteristics of the "Sunflower Collection", and they only have a 60-70% fit at best.

On the contrary, if it is something like the [Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms] or [Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu], it would be more in line with their taste and behavior.

Now, Tang San only had one thought in his mind - the [Sunflower Collection] was his destiny.

He deeply felt that he had an indissoluble bond with this technique, and his destiny was closely connected with this mysterious martial arts.

As for becoming sisters with Xiao Wu, he has already accepted it calmly.

After all, in this world, true friendship does not change based on gender.

In fact, it would be nice not to be a man but to be a woman.

No?
Tang San thought this way, and felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart.

He has found his true self in the practice of this technique, and also found his own path to martial arts.

He believes that in the days to come, he will continue to follow the path of transforming men into women.

Although this process is full of challenges and difficulties, he firmly believes that he can continue to break through himself and truly become a woman.

"She" is looking forward to that day, looking forward to being able to stand at the pinnacle of the world and overlook all living beings with a new identity.

Therefore, after recovering from his injuries and coming to Wuhun City, the first thing Tang San did was to change into clothes that he liked.

He chose a bright red robe, which was not only bright and eye-catching in color, but also well-cut and perfectly outlined his figure.

Putting on this robe, Tang San seemed to be a different person, his temperament became softer, and his behavior revealed a different kind of charm.

Tang San, no, it should be said Tang Shan, was carefully hiding in the dark at the moment.

Her eyes were like a torch, and she stared closely at Ju Douluo on the edge of the ring, slowly transporting a ray of soul power to her fingertips.

Then, her fingertips trembled slightly, as if playing an invisible piece of music, which was a certain acupuncture technique recorded in the "Sunflower Book".

Tang Shan took a deep breath, and then with a sudden flick, the soul power at her fingertips turned into a hair-thin needle light, shooting towards Ju Douluo's position.

This needle light drew a beautiful arc in the night sky, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, heading straight for its target.

Ju Douluo was concentrating on observing the battle on the ring when he suddenly felt a pinprick-like feeling coming from the back of his neck.

He was startled and quickly turned his head to look, only to see a ball of soul power flying towards him at an alarming speed.

His pupils shrank, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.

"Whoo~"

This ball of soul power suddenly exploded just a few inches away from Ju Douluo's face, turning into a wisp of breeze blowing across his face.

The breeze was gentle and delicate, like a lover's touch, but it also carried a sharp and unfathomable power.

Ju Douluo was stunned by this sudden turn of events. He had never seen such exquisite control, which could actually allow the soul power to brush against the face without hurting anyone.

"This...who is this?"

Ju Douluo was secretly surprised. His eyes scanned the crowd, trying to find that person.

At this moment, his eyes fell on Tang Shan in the corner.

He saw her smiling at him, with a hint of cunning and pride in her smile.

Ju Douluo's eyes narrowed. He never expected that Tang San, who was rescued by a mysterious man at that time, would actually come to Wuhun City on the day of the finals.

However, just when he was secretly on guard, Tang Shan had already turned around and left.

Her figure turned into a bright red phantom and disappeared from the place, as if a smart butterfly was dancing.

Seeing this, Ju Douluo couldn't help but feel a little doubt in his heart.

He silently glanced at Bibi Dong in front of him, then quietly took a few steps back, turned around and caught up with Tang Shan who was running away.

He knew that Tang Shan's sudden search for him must have an ulterior motive, and he had to follow up to find out the truth. (End of chapter)