I Didn't Expect Yours to Get So Big Either

"What Spirit Ring did you get, kid? Can you let me see it?"

Yu Xiaogang forcibly suppressed the urge to have Luo Sanpao fart Mo Lang to death and asked curiously.

As for having Mo Lang take him away and leaving Tang San here alone, he wasn't at ease with that. It was better to let Mo Lang stay here and guard him.

He could still hold on.

After all, Tang San was the hope of his entire life.

Even if he died, he couldn't let anything happen to Tang San.

"Don't worry, you won't die. Xiao San knows how to detoxify poison. Once he wakes up, he can help you detoxify. As for my martial soul, you'd better not look at it. Your current condition isn't suitable for it."

Mo Lang was afraid that the moment he revealed his Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings, Yu Xiaogang would collapse on the spot.

After all, as someone whose theories were supposedly unmatched, Yu Xiaogang had spent most of his life researching martial souls before concluding that the maximum limit for a first Spirit Ring was 423 years, while the maximum limit for a second Spirit Ring was only 764 years.

If he saw that Mo Lang's first and second Spirit Rings were both Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings, he would probably crack apart on the spot.

It was like a group of highly educated people debating whether a drop of water falling from a great height could kill someone.

Then an old janitor passing by said with a puzzled look, "Have none of you ever been rained on?"

Every top student would immediately start doubting their life.

After thirty years of studying, they weren't even as capable as an old janitor?

Research my ass!

"Not suitable to see? What does that mean? Who are you looking down on?"

Yu Xiaogang's temper flared. Pointing at Tang San, he said, "See that? That's a four-hundred-year Spirit Ring, the maximum limit for a first Spirit Ring. Even if you're impressive, you can't possibly have a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring, can you?"

Mo Lang turned to look at Yu Xiaogang. Was this guy some kind of prophet?

"I really do have Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings."

Mo Lang knew he would have to show them eventually, so he might as well be straightforward about it.

Besides, he had already thought up an explanation.

My master said so. My mutated Soul Power is just that awesome.

And so...

Two pitch-black Spirit Rings emerged around Mo Lang.

When the first black Spirit Ring appeared, an image surfaced.

A stone monkey towering between heaven and earth, its eyes golden, held an enormous staff and pointed it at the skies, roaring in fury!

When the second black Spirit Ring appeared, another image surfaced as well.

A giant-headed ape with one black eye and one white eye, like yin and yang, held an equally enormous staff and churned the waters of the heavenly river!

Clearly, these two Spirit Rings had extraordinary origins!

Yet Yu Xiaogang frowned. Why had he never seen these two monkey-type soul beasts before?

They looked somewhat like the Titan Giant Ape clan, but not quite.

Wait!

Staring at those glossy black Spirit Rings, Yu Xiaogang finally realized...

Holy shit!

These were two fucking Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings!

How was that possible?!

How could this kid's first and second Spirit Rings both be Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings?!

Had all his previous research been for nothing?

Yu Xiaogang couldn't believe what he was seeing, but it had happened right before his eyes. He had no choice but to believe it.

Yu Xiaogang broke down.

Then he looked at Tang San, who was absorbing a hundred-year Spirit Ring beside them. If Tang San learned that Mo Lang had directly absorbed Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings while he only had a hundred-year one, what would he think of him?

At that thought...

Yu Xiaogang even wanted to untie the cloth wrapped around his right arm and simply let the poison kill him.

"Master, don't get worked up, don't get worked up. This is all because of my mutated Soul Power. Your research is still correct!"

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang had lost the desire to live, Mo Lang hurriedly explained, "I'm just naturally gifted, that's all."

"Besides, I already said I have the potential to become a Titled Douluo. Starting out with Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings is nothing. There's no need to make such a fuss. Calm down! Tang San will still need your guidance!"

Hearing Mo Lang's explanation, light returned to Yu Xiaogang's eyes. Grabbing Mo Lang's hand, he said, "I knew it. My research couldn't have been wrong."

"That's right, it wasn't wrong, not at all. Otherwise, my master wouldn't have said you were pretty decent." Mo Lang hurriedly praised Yu Xiaogang.

If Yu Xiaogang died like this, it would be hard for him to explain it to Tang San. Besides, it would feel like he had indirectly killed the man, and he wasn't taking the blame for that.

"By the way, what is your martial soul? Logically speaking, with Innate Full Soul Power at level twenty, your martial soul should be extremely powerful!"

With nothing else to do, Yu Xiaogang grew curious again. In any case, he wasn't going to die anytime soon.

When Yu Xiaogang asked, Mo Lang figured that after receiving the feedback from his Ten Thousand Year martial souls, he should be able to wield the Ruyi Golden Cudgel now. With a flip of his left hand, a martial soul the size of a silver needle suddenly appeared in his palm.

"..."

Yu Xiaogang began doubting his life again.

Since when could a silver needle have Innate Full Soul Power at level twenty?

Could this kid also have Twin Martial Souls?

"This isn't a silver needle. My master calls it the Ruyi Golden Cudgel. It can grow and shrink, and it's a top-tier strength-type tool martial soul!" Mo Lang pushed everything onto his imaginary master.

Anyway, if he said it existed, then it existed. Believe it or not.

"Ruyi Golden Cudgel? It can grow and shrink?" Yu Xiaogang's expression became somewhat strange. There was something about that name.

But this was a top-tier strength-type tool martial soul?

Why had he never heard of it?

"You haven't heard of it? That's normal. My master said it might be a divine artifact that fell from the God Realm and transformed into my weapon martial soul." Mo Lang deliberately spoke with pride.

"..."

Looking at Mo Lang's smug expression, Yu Xiaogang desperately wanted to say, "I have a treasure too. It can grow and shrink!"

Who are you looking down on!

But remembering his identity as Master, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"I'd like to see how your needle can grow and shrink."

Master didn't believe that a martial soul could change its form.

"Since that's the case, I'll show you. But be careful. I'm afraid I might hurt you."

Mo Lang had never tried using the Ruyi Golden Cudgel before.

"Heh, I'm a dignified Soul Grandmaster. You think I'm afraid of being pricked by your silver needle?" Seeing Mo Lang looking down on him again, Yu Xiaogang said indignantly.

"Fine then. If you get hurt, I won't be responsible."

Since Yu Xiaogang refused to listen, Mo Lang had no choice. At worst, he would be more careful.

After all, this was his first time trying it.

He first condensed the Ruyi Golden Cudgel in his hand, then imitated Sun Wukong from television and said, "Grow!"

Bang!

The Ruyi Golden Cudgel suddenly expanded. Since Yu Xiaogang was standing too close, he had no time to react and was directly sent flying by the Golden Cudgel.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Seeing the Ruyi Golden Cudgel continue to grow longer and thicker, Mo Lang hurriedly called for it to stop. At this rate, Yu Xiaogang would be poked to death by his staff before the poison could kill him.

Fortunately, while its size had grown, its weight remained the same. Mo Lang quickly put away the Ruyi Golden Cudgel and went to check whether Yu Xiaogang was still alive.

"Good. He only suffered some internal injuries."

Mo Lang carefully carried Yu Xiaogang back.

Seeing Master's expression, as though he wanted to curse at him but didn't know how to start, Mo Lang said aggrievedly, "Master, I told you to stay back, but you wouldn't believe me. There was nothing I could do."

Blood trickled from the corner of Yu Xiaogang's mouth as he looked at Mo Lang helplessly.

I didn't expect yours to get that big either. It nearly sent me to my grave.