Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San

"Yes!" The Red Fox girls responded in unison, moving towards the Golden Tree to begin their cultivation.

Returning to Redemption Academy, Tang San realized it was obviously too late to go back to work today, so he simply went back to his room to solidify his cultivation base.

Having broken through to the Seventh Stage, what he needed to do next was prepare for his eventual breakthrough to the God Rank. Once he achieved godhood in this realm, many things would change. However, the most challenging step for him was the breakthrough to godhood itself.

The Heavenly Fox Eye could conceal his aura to some extent, making him seem like a part of this world. Yet, when he became a god and his life rank changed, his identity as a foreigner would no longer be concealable. After all, he had arrived with a trace of divine consciousness; unless he gave up that consciousness, he could never truly merge with this world.

But if he gave up his divine consciousness, he would never be able to find his way back, to find his original companions and family. No matter what, he must preserve his divine consciousness and only by following the original path of the gods could he restore his strength.

Through his understanding of this realm, he could feel that the highest existences here did not reach the level he had once achieved. However, when he broke through to become a god, he would undoubtedly face the entire realm\'s rejection; that would be the time of greatest risk. Therefore, he had to make extremely thorough preparations before he could attempt that state.

Of course, that was still a long way off. After the Seventh Stage, continuing to advance wouldn\'t be possible through devouring alone; he needed to accumulate constantly. His body was still too young; a body that had not matured fully should not always be forced to grow prematurely.

At the Eighth and Ninth Stages, he needed to continue consolidating. During the Seventh Stage, he hadn\'t managed to bring all his Demon God Transformations up to the same stage as his cultivation base, but this was essential when breaking through to the God Rank. Such an accumulation was necessary.

Meanwhile, a convoy was speeding through the sky, heading towards Jiali City in the northeastern part of the Fairy Continent from the central region.

Yes, this was a flying convoy. Pulling the chariots were white flying horses.

The Flying Horse Clan, among the equine clans, was renowned. They were much larger than ordinary horses, each being over four meters in length and standing more than two and a half meters tall; with huge wings unfolded behind them, their wingspan exceeded six meters. Though their flying speed couldn\'t match that of avian Monsters, they were capable of bearing heavy loads.

The Flying Horse Clan was not easily tamed. They too were Monsters, with adult members having Sixth Stage strength; the most powerful exceeding the Seventh Stage. To use them as mounts, only a Ninth Stage powerhouse could potentially manage, and that\'s not to mention using them to pull carriages.

At this moment, the flying convoy consisted of five chariots, four of which were pulled by four flying horses each, with sturdy vertical beams connecting them to the fixators on their backs, enabling a smooth flight.

However, the central chariot was pulled by eight flying horses, each of which had a particularly large physique, with the white wings tinged faintly with color at the edges. These were the Tianma, the powerful of the Flying Horse Clan. Each Tianma was of the Eighth Stage, an evolved existence within the clan.

Riding in a flying chariot was a very high form of etiquette among the Monster Clan of the Tianyu Empire. According to the rules of the Monster Clan\'s Tianyu Empire, one had to at least have a golden bloodline and God Rank cultivation to qualify to ride in a flying chariot. And as for riding in one driven by eight Tianma, that glory was reserved only for the members of the Ancestral Court Elder Group.

The Ancestral Court Elder Group was composed of various Great Demon Kings and the Heavenly Spirit Emperor.

The chariot that the eight Tianma pulled spanned over a hundred square meters. Inside the chariot, the decor was luxurious, like a small palace.

On the spacious and soft couch lay a person, indeed, with the appearance of a human and looking no more than in his twenties, tall and slender with fair skin. Effeminately beautiful, with thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, his slightly elongated face carried a hint of Yin Rou. His long, black hair was spread out neatly over the couch.

Two Fox Tribe maids were attending to him, one gently massaging his legs, the other carefully placing peeled fruit into his mouth.

He lay on his side, cloaked in a white robe trimmed with rolling silver, propping up his head with one hand while eating fruit, his face adorned with a contented smile.

Kneeling before the daybed, there was a man whose presence was subdued, yet his head bore numerous verdant feathers.

"Your Highness, after thorough investigation in Jiali City, I did not detect any aura of the Ice Dragon Demon King or any of its followers. Their whereabouts remain unknown. Nor did I discover any traces of the Seven-colored Deer Great Demon King\'s bloodline aura."

Listening to his subordinate\'s report, the man on the daybed slowly sat up, and the two Fox Tribe maids immediately retreated to the side.

"He\'s certainly good at concealing himself! To think he\'d dare make a move on the Ice Dragon. Well done, well done, this has utterly exceeded my expectations," commented His Highness in a slightly tender voice, pleasant to the ear yet infused with an invisible chill, all while maintaining a smiling demeanor.

"Unfortunately for him, he doesn\'t realize that those who seek to condemn will always find a pretext. I shall personally meet this Peacock Demon King and see for myself how much turmoil this little peacock can stir up. The orders have been given to speed up our travel; we must hasten lest the Seven-colored Deer Great Demon King\'s blood be utilized."

The kneeling man with green feathers on his head respectfully replied, "Your Highness, I have already spread the word in Jiali City that the Seven-colored Deer Great Demon King\'s blood is a lost item from the Ancestral Court, considered contraband to be reclaimed. Considering it is the blood of a Demon King, unless cloaked by the Heavenly Fox Clan, it\'s not something one can easily conceal. I believe those Deer Demons don\'t have the nerve to use it."

His Highness waved his hand gently, speaking softly, "They are merely waiting for the outcome of the conflict. Those few are indeed quite wealthy. It\'s just the right time to see if they have the audacity of a lion heart and a leopard\'s gall. Go, tell the convoy to increase speed—I am growing impatient."

"As you command, Your Highness."

Once his subordinate had left, a faint smile played on His Highness\'s lips, and his whole body turned crystal clear, dazzling and enchanting to onlookers.

"Wang Qing, I hope you don\'t disappoint me. Oh, how long and ardently I have awaited this day."

Jiali City.

That afternoon, Tang San returned to Jiali Academy to continue his role as Sweeper Li Tang. It wasn\'t because his Seventh Stage Cultivation base had entirely stabilized, but because he worried that should Pretty Girl come searching for him and find him absent, it could disrupt important matters.

To his relief, as the sky grew dark and the evening glow began to appear on the horizon, he actually saw Pretty Girl approaching the academy gates with a cup of milk tea in hand.

Could it be that there really was a matter to address today?

Since he was sweeping a corner, he could see Pretty Girl from his angle, but Pretty Girl didn\'t notice him.

Pretty Girl had changed into a simple long dress, her long hair tied back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck, holding what might be milk tea she prepared in her dorm, silently drinking outside the academy gate.

She didn\'t have to wait too long before a familiar voice reached her ears, "The usual place."

Pretty Girl\'s expression remained unchanged, the corners of her mouth curving slightly upwards as she turned and walked away.