Chapter 70. Thousand-Year Soul Ring Skill: White Tiger Diamond Transformation (Part 3)

The Rose Hotel's interior décor was immediately pleasing. The color scheme was simple and comfortable, and a faint scent of roses drifted through the air, putting one at ease.

At the innermost end of the top floor, Tang San found the doorplate for the Red Ocean. There were only a few rooms on the top floor, and the ones along the hallway bore names like Blue Enchantress, Pink Tenderness, Yellow Sincerity, White Innocence, and Green Farewell. The Red Ocean was the very last one. It was only later that he learned the names on the doorplates corresponded to the various colors of roses.

The door matched its name—a deep red door adorned with beautiful dark-red crystal roses. Beside the crystal roses, a line of small vertical characters read: "Red Ocean — an ocean of love."

Even Tang San, dense as he was, couldn't help but feel something was off. He turned to look at Xiao Wu, only to find her already looking at him. With a touch of awkwardness, he said, "This hotel isn't—is it some kind of place exclusively for couples' dates?"

Xiao Wu blinked her big eyes, snatched the key from Tang San's hand, and said, "Who cares? As long as there's a place to stay, what does it matter?" With that, she threw open the door and walked straight in.

Tang San followed Xiao Wu into the room, but before he knew it, she had suddenly stopped in front of him. His body bumped into her back, his chest cushioned by her soft, supple figure.

"Why'd you stop?" Tang San hurriedly took half a step back, creating some distance between them. By the time he finished asking, he had already found the answer himself.

Despite having prepared himself mentally, the moment Tang San laid eyes on everything inside the room, he was still struck with sheer astonishment.

The room was enormous. The living room alone was over fifty square meters. All the furniture was silver, engraved with exquisite patterns. A deep red carpet covered the floor, embossed with raised rose designs. What startled them most was the centerpiece—a massive heart shape in the middle of the room, formed entirely from a vast arrangement of roses.

The heart spanned nearly two square meters and must have required at least a thousand roses to assemble. A delicate silk ribbon hung across the top, inscribed with the words: "One thousand and one—you are my one and only."

Beyond these one thousand and one roses, elegant vases of fiery red roses were placed throughout the room. The rich fragrance of roses permeated every corner, and the intoxicating, dreamlike atmosphere left one quite dazed.

Tang San smiled ruefully. "Looks like my guess was right. No wonder Dai Mubai would bring girls here. Xiao Wu, if you don't like the scent, I'll ask the staff to take them all away."

Xiao Wu had already recovered from her initial shock. She turned and shot Tang San a glance, her beautiful eyes brimming with delight. "Brother, you really are dense. What girl doesn't like roses? If you're this oblivious, how are you ever going to find a wife?"

Tang San touched his nose. "I'm only twelve. Isn't it a bit early to be talking about that?"

Xiao Wu walked forward, picked up a rose, and held it up to inhale its fragrance. "This room is decorated so beautifully. I think I'm already starting to like it here. Brother, can we come back often?"

Tang San frowned. "Come back often? What are you talking about? We're brother and sister—what would we be doing in a place like this? Anyway, the journey was tiring. Let's get some rest."

Watching Tang San head toward the bedroom, Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue playfully behind his back, then followed him in.

When they entered the bedroom, both were struck speechless once again. As expected, there was only a single bed—but it was enormous, taking up nearly half the room, and shaped like a heart. Pale pink curtains of gauze draped down from the ceiling, veiling the space above the heart-shaped bed and lending the whole scene a dreamlike, ethereal beauty.

Tang San turned to Xiao Wu and said, "I've decided that listening to you and coming here was a terrible mistake. You rest here—I'll take the sofa in the living room."

Xiao Wu didn't try to stop him. With a cheerful cry, she leaped like a rabbit onto the bouncy, heart-shaped bed, rolling around on it in pure delight, bubbling with excitement.

Watching her antics, even Tang San couldn't help but let a faint smile cross his face. A little girl was still a little girl, after all. He casually pulled the bedroom door shut, walked over to the sofa in the living room, sat cross-legged, and immediately began circulating his energy to meditate.

Over the past few years, although Tang San had lived a monotonous life, it had instilled in him excellent habits. Not only had his strength grown, but his mind had become steadier as well. Though he was only twelve, he already carried a certain maturity in how he conducted himself. Of course, as Xiao Wu liked to put it, he was simply growing old before his time.

The pure internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill flowed gently through his body. In Tang San's mind, the details of his battle with Dai Mubai began replaying themselves. Revisiting the fight, analyzing the gains and losses—this was something the Great Master had taught him as essential for any Battle Soul Master. In his daily life, he had mostly sparred with Xiao Wu. This time, facing a different opponent—and a stronger one at that—the exchange, though brief, was invaluable for his combat experience.

Martial Souls came in all shapes and forms. Sparring against Soul Masters with a wide variety of Martial Souls was critically important.

His memory gradually arrived at the moment Dai Mubai had used the White Tiger Diamond Transformation. Tang San reflected silently: he couldn't be sure how far the White Tiger Diamond Transformation boosted offensive power, but the defensive enhancement was clear—the golden light coating Dai Mubai's body had functioned much like a protective energy barrier. Among his Hidden Weapons, several were specifically designed to pierce through such barriers. He wondered whether they would be effective against Dai Mubai.

Blue Silver Grass was not Tang San's greatest asset. His Hidden Weapons were. Over the past few years, as his internal energy had grown, his proficiency with Hidden Weapons had advanced dramatically. From the Hundred Hidden Weapons Manual, there were now quite a few types he could deploy. But he had never forgotten the teachings laid out in the general principles of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record: he must never use them lightly, unless the situation was truly dire. This was his secret, and even Xiao Wu only knew fragments of it.

(End of Chapter)