pitting tang san

After the whole incident, Tang Yin began spending less and less time at home, choosing instead to wander the hills alone.

During this period of solitude, he threw himself into discovering and perfecting his mutant power. His efforts paid off when he made an astonishing discovery: "My telepathy and telekinesis can evolve alongside my spiritual level. As my soul rank increases, so does the energy I can absorb and retain. And my healing factor? The second awakening of the Blue Silver King could push it to an entirely new level!"

"I need a soul cultivation technique for future growth," he thought, eyes gleaming with determination, "and another one for spiritual cultivation."

But as he contemplated his plans, a nagging feeling tugged at the back of his mind—something important he'd overlooked. Then, all at once, it hit him.

"Right!!" Tang Yin smacked his forehead, half laughing at himself. "Why don't I just steal it? I'm such an idiot!" His eyes lit up with mischief. "Right now, Tang San hasn't even begun cultivating the Purple Demon Eye. That means his spiritual level is far below what it should be. Heh, Tang San... I'm going to pit you completely, and you won't even see it coming. Hahaha!"

"If my hunch is correct, my spiritual level is already comparable to a Soul Ancestor—maybe even approaching Soul King. Tang San's, without the Purple Demon Eye, is barely at Soul Grandmaster. With my telepathy? I can completely overwhelm him any day of the week. Hahaha!"

Fueled by adrenaline and cunning, Tang Yin laughed heartily, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He waited patiently for nightfall.

That night, with Tang San deep in exhausted sleep after his intense forging training, Tang Yin sat cross-legged on his bed. He activated his telepathy, silently slipping into Tang San's subconscious like a ghost.

There, he greedily devoured every memory of Tang San practicing the Mysterious Heaven Technique. He memorized every cultivation method, every secret, and even the recordings of immortal treasures.

But Tang Yin didn't stop there.

With a twisted grin, he decided to wipe the slate clean—erasing every trace of the Mysterious Heaven Technique and the treasure records from Tang San's soul. He left only the weapon forging methods behind, knowing they would be crucial for the future war between the Wuhun Empire and Heaven Dou Empire.

"This world still needs a villain," he mused darkly, "and you'll be that villain and I'll be the savior. I'll establish the Tang Clan—not Tang San. And the weapon forging techniques will serve as the foundation."

(You might be wondering: wouldn't those weapons be a threat to Tang Yin? Well, with his energy absorption ability—capable of absorbing not just energy attacks but also kinetic force—Tang Yin is virtually invincible at the same or even slightly higher soul levels.)

After this silent heist, Tang Yin had a moment of clarity—a sudden enlightenment. He subtly manipulated Tang San's thought processes, nudging his thought process onto a new, perverted path.

(P.S. You'll understand more about this later…)

With all his work done, Tang Yin finally slept with a peaceful heart for the first time since his reincarnation.

The next morning, before the sun rose, he was already at the hills near Holy Spirit Village. Moving like the wind, he began cultivating the Purple Demon Eye—a technique with four stages: Survey, Detailed, Mustard Seed, and Boundless.

Within moments, he entered the Survey realm with ease, and astonishingly, broke through to the late stage of the Detailed realm. In the original story, Tang San only achieved this after eight long years of training when he was twelve year old.

Three months later…

Tang Yin sat in a cart with a bored expression, arms folded, as Tang San, after preparing porridge for Tang Hao and saying his goodbyes, hopped aboard. Old Jack—who had rented the cart with his own money—drove them toward Nuoding Soul Master Academy.

Tang Yin didn't even glance at his broken house, remaining silent throughout the ride. The journey lasted two hours, during which Tang San bombarded Old Jack with endless questions about soul masters.

Finally, they arrived at the gates of Nuoding Soul Master Academy.