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

It was deserted, except for the rustle of the mountain wind through the treetops and the occasional birdsong, which broke the silence.

The cave was dim, and the light shone mottled on the cave walls through the only gap in the cave entrance, forming strange shadows.

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

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

His face was unusually ruddy, as if it had been scorched by flames, and the crimson light flowed under his skin, like a fiery dragon churning in his veins.

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

His breathing also became rapid, and each inhale seemed to inhale the entire cavern air into his lungs, and each exhale seemed to expel all the fiery soul power in his body.

The blazing soul power was close to getting out of control, and it was rampaging through the body.

This kind of pain is as if thousands of needles are piercing his meridians, and it is like a fire burning his internal organs.

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

He kept adjusting his breathing, trying to channel that furious soul power into the right meridians.

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

They flicker like a dream bubble, and it's dizzying.

Among these illusions, there are not only his various experiences as a Tang Sect in his previous life, but also his various encounters on the Douluo Continent in this life.

The grievances and hatreds of the past life and the intertwined love and hatred of this life are all slowly unfolding in his mind like a picture scroll at this moment.

Gradually, these illusions began to change.

They are no longer those complicated memories, but have become all kinds of performance art between Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Those dreams full of spring 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 felt a feeling he had never felt before, and an inexplicable warmth swelled up in his heart, and he gradually erected a high tent.

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

Tang San was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly wanted to withdraw from this illusion.

However, the heat grew stronger and stronger, as if it was about to consume his soul.

He struggled desperately to break free from the bondage, but to no avail.

I don't know how long it took, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of Tang San's mouth.

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

He muttered to himself:

"Still not working? Could it be that this [Sunflower Treasure Book] has no other way to cultivate than to practice qi from the palace? ”

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

He knew that practicing Qi from the palace was the only way to cultivate the [Sunflower Treasure Book], but he couldn't accept such a price.

He clenched his fists, as if to cheer himself on, but let go weakly.

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

He knew that the purpose of the book was to reverse the two qi of yin and yang, and to practice the way of turning 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 body as a man and become a girl.

In fact, Tang San didn't have a deep understanding of Dao Sect Qi cultivation, and he didn't know why it was true.

Although he also cultivated the basic internal strength of the Dao Gate [Xuantian Gong], he did not know anything about the way of yin and yang change.

This is also the reason why he wants to strengthen the [Sunflower Treasure Book].

After the man is in the palace, without the suppression of the yang root, the yin and yang qi in the body are unbalanced, and the [true yin] that is suppressed by the yang energy in the depths of the body will be able to leak out.

And the "Qi Cultivation Chapter" of the [Sunflower Treasure Book] is about how to collect these true yin qi and then refine it with some strange luck route, so as to achieve the purpose of qi training.

So much so that as long as you are willing to be from the palace and give up those three or two meat piers, your subsequent cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, and even enter the innate realm in a very short time.

At the same time, the Sunflower True Qi can also make the cultivator's body as light as a swallow, and even have an extremely ghostly speed, which comes and goes suddenly, almost teleporting.

But Tang San didn't have a self-palace, what he cultivated was the yang qi in his body, not the true yin qi.

Therefore, in the process of cultivation, he felt more and more hot and incomparable, so that the blazing soul power produced a riot.

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

At this moment, Tang San's heart was full of helplessness and despair.

He knew that unless he was from the palace, he might not be able to cultivate this [Sunflower Treasure Book].

But he was not willing to give up like this, after all, this was the only way for him to quickly improve his strength.

Just as Tang San was in a daze, his mind suddenly drifted back to that thrilling moment two days ago.

On that day, he was frozen by the Evil Emperor and couldn't move, so he could only watch Xiao Wu being robbed of his innocence.

The scene of the two testing each other, like a sharp blade, pierced his heart deeply.

On the swing and rattan chair, that dazzling blood, that was Xiao Wu's blood, was the price she paid to protect herself.

Her pure white sweat was mixed with blood, as if to tell of the pain and struggle she had experienced.

And he, Tang San, could only watch all this happen, but he couldn't lend a 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 wants to make the Evil Emperor pay the price he deserves, and let the world know that he, Tang San, is not easy to mess with.

He clenched his fists as if to condense all his anger and strength into it.

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

This dagger is about to be aimed at his brother.

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

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

Two lines of tears unconsciously flowed from the corners of his eyes, which were the grief for the imminent loss of his brother and the anger at what the evil emperor had done.

Suddenly, the cold light flashed, and a black thing mixed with a puff of withered grass quietly fell to the ground with blood.

"Smack!"

Tang San clenched his teeth tightly, and his luck stopped the blood from the wound, but his heart was like being hit hard by a heavy hammer and fell into the abyss.

The dagger lay silently on the ground, stained with blood and a few sticks of dead grass, losing its sharpness and luster.

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

From then on, he Tang San could no longer ride in hand with Xiao Wu through the wind and rain, and could only be called sisters.

………………

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

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

At this critical moment, a ghostly figure quietly appeared in Wuhun City, it was Tang San who had started his Qi training from the palace.

In other words, at this moment, he prefers to show people by the name Tang Shan.

At this moment, Tang San was wearing a bright red robe and stood in the corner of the ring.

The robe burned like a fire, contrasting with the grim countenance of his countenance, and 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 gained insight into his opponent's every move and intention.

After five days of recuperation, Tang San's injuries after the palace had almost healed.

After all, he was a fifty-second level soul king, and there were a lot of spirit grasses to help, so it was naturally a very easy thing to heal his injuries.

However, the recovery of the body is only scratching the surface.

What made Tang San even happier was that since he had been in the palace, his cultivation on the [Sunflower Treasure Book] could be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, and it was a smooth road without any obstacles.

The martial arts principles on the [Sunflower Treasure Book] deeply attracted Tang San, allowing him to continue to comprehend and grow in the process of cultivation.

He no longer had any regrets about practicing Qi from the palace, because Tang San had never been exposed to exercises that were so in line with his spleen and stomach character.

[Xuantian Gong] is a Dao Gate exercise, and the nature of the true qi practiced is neutral and peaceful, and anyone can practice it, and Zhongzheng and peaceful also means that there are no characteristics.

However, unlike the Zhongzheng and peaceful [Xuantian Gong], the [Sunflower Treasure Book] is a kind of exercise that is biased towards the speed of the treacherous, and this characteristic complements Tang San's character and style of acting.

Tang San himself was an assassin, acting in a dark and gloomy manner, and preferring strange types of martial arts.

He and [Sunflower Treasure Book] can be said to be attracted to each other, as if Wang Ba looked at mung beans and saw the right eye.

If the [Sunflower Treasure Book] is a rare Bole in the world, then he Tang San is the most suitable Maxima for Bole, and the compatibility between the two has reached two hundred percent.

If it was Zhao Wuji or Dai Mubai who came to cultivate the [Sunflower Treasure Book], even if they were willing to go from the palace, they would not be able to exert 100% of the power of this exercise.

Because their character traits tend to be defensive and domineering, they are 108,000 miles away from the characteristics of the [Sunflower Treasure Book], and at best they only have a fit of sixty or seventy percent.

On the contrary, if it is a technique such as [Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon] or [Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong], it is more in line with their spleen and stomach and style of acting.

Now, Tang San had only one thought in his heart - the [Sunflower Treasure Book] was his destiny.

He deeply felt that he had an indissoluble bond with this exercise, and his fate was already closely linked to this mysterious martial art.

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

After all, in this world, true camaraderie does not change because of gender.

Actually, it's good not to be a man, but to be a woman.

Isn't it?

Tang San thought like this, and an inexplicable relief surged in his heart.

He has found his true self in the cultivation of this exercise, and he has also found his own path to martial arts.

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

Although the process was full of challenges and difficulties, he firmly believed that he could continue to break through and truly become a woman.

"She" is looking forward to that day, looking forward to being able to stand on the top of this world and overlook all 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 a dress that he liked.

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

Wearing this robe, Tang San seemed to have changed as a different person, his temperament became softer, and his demeanor also revealed a different style.

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

Her gaze was like a torch, staring closely at Ju Douluo on the edge of the ring, slowly transporting a wisp of soul power to her fingertips.

Then, her fingertips trembled slightly, as if she was playing an invisible music, which was a certain needle technique recorded in the [Sunflower Treasure Book].

Tang Shan took a deep breath, and then with a flick of it, the soul power on his fingertips turned into a needle as thin as a hair, shooting towards Ju Douluo's position.

The needle makes a graceful arc in the night sky, like a meteor streaking across the sky and heading straight for the target.

Ju Douluo was engrossed in observing the battle in the ring when he suddenly felt a pinprick sensation coming from the back of his neck.

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

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

"Whew~"

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

The breeze was soft and delicate, like a lover's touch, but with a hint of fierceness and unfathomable power.

Ju Douluo was stunned by this sudden change, he had never seen such a subtle control, and he could actually achieve the level of soul power without hurting people.

"This ...... Who is this? ”

Ju Douluo was secretly surprised in his heart, his gaze scanning the crowd, trying to find the person.

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

I saw that she was smiling at herself, and there was a hint of cunning and smugness in that smile.

Ju Douluo's eyes froze, he never expected that Tang San, who was rescued by a mysterious person 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 in place, like a nimble butterfly dancing.

Seeing this, Ju Douluo couldn't help but feel a trace of 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 had escaped.

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