And in the next moment, he seemed to hear a crisp crack, followed by that hot flow wildly spreading out and then merging. Merging into a stream of white air. The original winding brook instantly turned into a small river, gurgling and flowing, where it passed, the scorching pain had disappeared, leaving only a warm comfort.

  It succeeded. The ecstatic feeling returned, and for that shattered feeling, Tang San was more familiar than ever. It was clearly the feeling of breaking through the first bottleneck of the Xuan Tian Technique. His internal energy and soul ring merged together to form a stronger power, which rapidly circulated around his body's meridians in an extremely short period of time before slowly flowing into his dantian.

  Just as Tang San had guessed, when he came to this world, his Mysterious Heaven Technique had unconsciously formed a strange harmony with the soul power of the Soul Masters. Each level of the Mysterious Heaven Technique corresponded to one of the titles of the Soul Masters. With the acquisition of this first soul ring, he finally broke through the bottleneck of the first level of the Mysterious Heaven Technique.

  Of course, his current strength is by no means as simple as the Xuantian Cultivation entering the second level. He also possesses the martial soul power that Tangmen does not have, as well as the skills brought by the first soul ring.

  The refreshing feeling brought about by absorbing the Soul Ring was indescribable, as if floating on cloud nine, yet also as if reaching the pinnacle of extreme pleasure. All over his body, the 36,000 pores were all open, greedily inhaling the wonderful air, and the transformation caused Tang San's body to undergo strange changes.

  Tang San tried to calm the excitement in his heart, the breakthrough of the Xuan Tian Gong with the help of the soul ring told him the direction of his future development. He knew that no matter what, his life in this world would probably never be able to separate from the Wu Soul again. Soul power was the internal energy of the Xuan Tian Gong, and internal energy was also soul power. He was destined to walk on the path of a Soul Master. Of course, he was a Soul Master belonging to the Tang Sect.

  When Tang San slowly opened his eyes, the sky was already bright, and the new day's vitality seemed to be calling out to his body.

  Tang San looked down at himself and discovered that his body had also undergone some changes after obtaining the soul ring. His originally slender build seemed to have grown a bit taller, his shoulders wider by a fraction, and his skin now had an additional layer of luster.

  Every move is filled with a powerful and light feeling, so comfortable that he doesn't need to try hard to test it. He also knows that his body's functions have been greatly enhanced under the effect of the hundred-year-old mandrake snake's soul ring, not just breaking through the bottleneck of internal power.

  "Teacher." Coming to, Tang San's first thought was of Master, he was eager to tell Master that his Soul Beast Mimicry Theory had been successful. Throughout the entire fusion process, although he also endured a considerable amount of pain, there wasn't any feeling of conflict.

  When his eyes found the master, he couldn't help but be shocked.

  The master lay motionless on the ground, his body seemingly stiffened. A circle of sulfur powder was drawn around him and the surrounding area, just like the previous campsite.

  "Master, what's wrong?" Tang San was greatly alarmed, hastily flipping over and rushing to the master's side, supporting his body upright.

  Seeing Master's face, Tang San blurted out, "Poison."

  The master's originally stiff face was surrounded by a black aura, and his whole body had already become short of breath, with his body as hard as wood, having lost all feeling.

  "How could Master be poisoned?" With a questioning tone, Tang San suddenly felt that the master's body was somewhat abnormal, and hurriedly pulled up his right arm sleeve.

  Only to see the master's right arm had swollen to more than three times its normal size, the skin stretched into a bright purple color. Fortunately, there was a bandage tightly wrapped around the root of his upper arm, apparently an emergency measure taken by the master after discovering he had been poisoned. Despite this, with most of the toxins not having spread, he still remained unconscious, showing just how overbearing the poison was.

  A flash of insight in his mind, Tang San suddenly understood the reason for Master's poisoning. Earlier when he and Master were being chased by the Mantra Snake, Master's martial soul, Rong Nianbao, was bitten by the snake on its right front leg. At that time, Master quickly withdrew it back. Beast martial souls and their hosts are one entity, even if Master's beast martial soul is mutated. If the martial soul is poisoned, it's equivalent to the host being poisoned as well. However, Master had been focusing on helping him absorb the soul ring, without regard for his own safety. Until he entered a meditative state, his soul power couldn't suppress the toxin, causing the poison to break out.

  Compared to this, Zuo Mo's shen equipment had a great advantage. If his shen equipment was tainted by the poison, it wouldn't affect him personally.

  "It's a good thing the teacher stopped the poison from spreading, otherwise I would have been in trouble too." Tang San felt the pulse of Master's left hand and secretly let out a sigh of relief. The toxin had not yet reached the heart, there was still time to save him.

  Born from Tangmen, Tang San knew how to deal with poison injuries better than anyone. At this moment, he didn't care whether the flames would summon soul beasts or not. He quickly gathered some dry branches and leaves from around him, lit a fire using his fire starter, then tore off Master's right sleeve, used the short sword Master gave him to dig a hole in the ground, took out clear water, and washed the sword clean.

  The bonfire burned brighter and brighter, Tang San repeatedly heated the short sword over the bonfire before dragging Master's body to the edge of the small pit, letting his right hand hang down into it.

  Taking a deep breath, Tang San flipped his wrist and made three consecutive sword strikes, each landing on the master's pulse points, armpit, and underarm.

  In an instant, three strands of dark purple blood gushed out with a strong fishy smell and a faint tea fragrance, flowing into the pre-dug small pits like three small rivers.