Douluo: Transforming Xiao Wu into a Zerg Queen Was Just the Beginning
Chapter 119 – Tang San Acknowledges a Master, the Broodlord’s Awareness

The villagers’ faces were deathly pale, completely devoid of color.

Their pupils were pitch black—darker and deeper than the night sky.

Yet they continued lowering their heads, endlessly repeating the same mechanical tasks with their hands.

From time to time, a massive lump would briefly swell from their chests, only to vanish moments later.

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In the mountains behind Holy Soul Village, atop one of the taller peaks…

An old man stood watching a departing carriage. His deeply wrinkled face curled into a strange, eerie smile.

“Hohoho… Things are getting more interesting by the day. Who would’ve thought so many would begin to pay attention to this backwater village?”

“Truly fascinating. Hao, tell me—what do you think they’re after?”

Next to him stood a tall, broad-shouldered man.

He was draped in a thick black cloak that concealed his entire body.

If one looked closely, they’d notice the cloak shimmered with faint streams of light, occasionally twitching as if alive.

Tang Hao’s face was completely obscured, only his blood-red eyes glowing from beneath the hood.

They radiated a savage and murderous aura.

Tang Hao gave a gruff response, “I don’t know.”

Old Jack wasn’t surprised by his answer. Smiling with his hands behind his back, he rasped hoarsely:

“Come. We should report this to the Overmind. This place… is becoming lively. Hohoho…”

The two figures—one large, one small—slowly disappeared into a strange, shadowy forest atop the mountain.

Tang Hao followed Old Jack silently, his movements rigid and mechanical.

As they left, the trees surrounding Holy Soul Village suddenly shot higher into the sky. Their already-dense branches grew more twisted and suffocating, encircling the village like a living wall.

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Primary Soul Master Academy

In a dark corner of the classroom sat Tang San, black-haired and black-eyed, his expression cold and detached as he listened to the teacher drone on about wilderness survival.

A flicker of impatience surfaced on his face.

These were the most basic survival skills—things he had long since mastered.

In fact, he could execute them better than the teachers themselves.

This was thanks to the mysterious consciousness that coexisted within him—the Overmind.

Bored, Tang San tapped his desk lightly, then pulled a small lizard from the compartment beneath and began playing with it in his palm.

Strangely enough, he had developed a growing fondness for dark places, and had taken an increasing interest in reptiles and all kinds of insects.

At first, Tang San suspected the Overmind's influence. He had used the Tang Sect's most profound techniques to thoroughly examine himself.

Only after confirming there were no abnormalities did he begin to relax and accept this new power.

More than that, he discovered it was actually very useful.

It could be integrated with the Tang Sect’s hidden weapon techniques—and even enhance them.

For example, with just a thought, the lizard in his hand would twitch its limbs, gripping one of Tang San’s custom-made darts and climbing up his pant leg.

This meant that the creatures under his control—reptiles and insects—could silently provide tremendous tactical advantages.

Tang San’s mind wandered.

He recalled that odd man who had stopped him the other day, insisting on taking him as a disciple.

It had happened when he had just returned to the academy, his face still gloomy.

He had barely stepped inside when a middle-aged man with graying white hair and a haggard expression blocked his path.

Tang San frowned slightly. “What do you want?”

The man brushed back his messy hair, his face carrying a hint of melancholy. Upon seeing Tang San, his eyes lit up as if he’d discovered a priceless treasure.

“Become my student. Let me be your teacher.”

Tang San took two steps back and asked, “Why should I?”

The man chuckled softly and answered calmly, “I already know your spirit is Blue Silver Grass with innate full soul power. Most soul masters would be at a complete loss facing such a spirit.”

“But in my eyes, there’s no such thing as a useless spirit—only useless soul masters. Follow me, and I’ll teach you a unique cultivation method tailored to you. I’ll also pass on all of my life's research and knowledge.”

Tang San hesitated. After all, most teachers in the academy had already dismissed his spirit as hopeless.

If this man truly was a powerful soul master, maybe he could help…

Seeing his hesitation, the white-haired man’s eyes gleamed. He leaned in and whispered something only the two of them could hear:

“Also, from my observations… it seems you possess more than one spirit. If you follow me, I can help you deal with this issue.”

Tang San’s heart jolted. A cold light flashed in his eyes.

His greatest secret—discovered by this stranger?

A murderous intent stirred within him.

Very well. If you know so much… you’ve chosen the path to death.

But the man continued, unfazed. “No need to panic. You're the second dual spirit wielder I’ve ever seen. That’s how I could recognize it so easily. So… what do you say?”

Tang San exhaled slowly and asked, “Who else has dual spirits?”

The man fell silent.

A strange, twisted expression appeared on his face—so grotesque it made one’s stomach churn.

“You’ll find out someday.”

Seeing this, Tang San stopped asking. He bowed respectfully. “Student Tang San greets his teacher. May I know your name?”

The man’s face lit up with delight. “I’m Yu Xiaogang. The world calls me ‘Grandmaster’. You may call me that too.”

Tang San nodded. And just like that, he had acquired a teacher under rather odd circumstances.

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Back in the present.

As the instructor continued his dull lecture, Tang San could only sigh inwardly.

Honestly, this material isn’t even as useful as what that ‘cheap teacher’ of mine gives me…

As much as he hated to admit it, the so-called Grandmaster did have a few real skills and had taught him a lot.

Tang San calculated silently. At his current pace, he was getting close to breaking through.

He wondered—what would his first spirit ring be?

Perhaps it was time to consult the Grandmaster about insect-type soul beasts and test out his new powers…

But then—

“Something’s wrong.”

The Overmind’s deep voice suddenly echoed in Tang San’s mind.

His attention snapped back into focus. He glanced around cautiously and asked in his mind, “What is it? What’s happening?”

The Broodlord, usually dormant within Tang San, would only speak if something important occurred.

If it was speaking now, something serious must be happening.

“I sense a powerful psychic force rapidly approaching this location,” the Broodlord said, its voice warping with unease.

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