If You Keep Asking, You'll Die—Believe It or Not

"You brat, what is your Martial Soul Skill?"

Suppressing his pain, Yu Xiaogang could not help asking Mo Lang again out of curiosity.

However, his eyes were clearly filled with vigilance this time.

If this brat said it was dangerous again, he definitely would not dismiss it as superstition.

Otherwise, he feared that even if the poison did not kill him, this brat would play him to death.

Seeing blood still seeping from Yu Xiaogang's mouth, Mo Lang's lips twitched as he could not help saying, "Master, you're already like this. Talk less. Once Tang San finishes absorbing the spirit ring and clears the poison from your body, wouldn't it be better to just live properly?"

"..."

Yu Xiaogang fell silent for a while. But when he thought of Mo Lang's two Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings—things that completely shattered his understanding—as a scholar, he was simply too curious.

What made him so curious was the scene of those two enormous apes appearing when Mo Lang's spirit rings emerged. It had left him itching for answers.

So, he could not help saying, "Quit dawdling, brat. If you don't tell me, holding it in will make me feel even worse."

"Fine, since you want to know, I'll tell you." Seeing how persistent he was, Mo Lang had nothing better to do anyway, so he would show him what real skill looked like.

Watch carefully. Learn carefully.

Mo Lang bent down and rolled up his pant leg. Just as he was about to pull out a leg hair, he remembered that he was not even eight yet. What damn leg hair did he have!

Fortunately, he was still young and did not have to worry about a receding hairline or going bald.

So, Mo Lang carefully plucked a strand of hair from his head. Then, activating his Soul Power, he blew on it forcefully. Under the stimulation of Soul Power, the hair in his hand split into two with a bang.

Immediately afterward, two people identical to Mo Lang appeared beside him.

However, as soon as the two clones appeared, Mo Lang could clearly feel his Soul Power continuously draining away.

He estimated that all of his current Soul Power could only maintain two clones for about half an hour.

With a thought, he made one of them disappear. Sure enough, the rate at which his Soul Power drained slowed by half.

It seemed that he could maintain one clone for an hour.

If his strength increased, would he be able to keep his clones around longer?

However, Mo Lang quickly dismissed that conclusion himself.

As his strength increased, his Soul Power would indeed grow stronger, but the clones themselves would also become stronger.

So, the duration would most likely remain the same.

In other words, no matter what realm he reached, he could maintain one clone for an hour.

That meant if he reached the level of a Titled Douluo, even if he sent out ten clones at once, he could only sustain them for six minutes.

Still, that was enough.

If his clones could possess one hundred percent of his strength, six minutes would be more than enough to crush any Titled Douluo.

Not to mention that his first spirit ring was already a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring. The overall boost to his strength it gave him was far beyond what an ordinary Soul Grandmaster could compare to.

Take Yu Xiaogang, for example. Mo Lang felt that he could easily crush him to death right now.

Thinking that, Mo Lang could not help shooting him a sidelong glance.

Hmph, you little weakling.

"Brat, are you cursing me?"

Yu Xiaogang had been immersed in shock over Mo Lang's soul skill, but Mo Lang's look immediately provoked him.

"No. How could I?"

Mo Lang withdrew his gaze and hurriedly denied it.

It was not that he was scared.

He was afraid of angering Yu Xiaogang to death.

After all, Yu Xiaogang was famously oversensitive!

He cared too much about saving face and suffered for it.

"How much of your strength do these clones possess? How many can you create in total right now? And how long can each one last?"

Yu Xiaogang did not want to keep dwelling on whether Mo Lang had looked down on him. He was more curious about the strength of the clones.

"Currently, they have fifty percent of my strength. I can make two clones. One clone can last for an hour, while two cuts the time in half. But my teacher said the clones' strength and numbers can increase as my strength rises, though the duration won't change." Mo Lang had nothing to hide from him.

He had already shown him his Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings. Was he supposed to fear Yu Xiaogang betraying him?

"That is only natural. As the number and strength of the clones increase, the Soul Power needed to maintain them will increase accordingly. That is the law of Soul Power conservation."

Yu Xiaogang nodded. Seeing Mo Lang tell him the truth, he was rather moved.

It showed that Mo Lang trusted him, and that he was not afraid of being exposed at all.

Clearly, Mo Lang's teacher was not only exceptional in theoretical knowledge but also unfathomably powerful. Being able to severely injure rather than kill two Ten Thousand Year soul beasts so quickly was enough to show that his teacher was far stronger than Ten Thousand Year soul beasts!

But even if Mo Lang did not have such a powerful teacher, Yu Xiaogang would not betray him.

Tang San's existence was already enough to help him fulfill his dream, and Tang San obeyed Mo Lang in everything. Yu Xiaogang would never dig his own grave.

The stronger Mo Lang was, the safer Tang San would be before he had fully grown.

The fact that Mo Lang had rushed here immediately after obtaining his spirit rings showed how much he cared about Tang San's safety.

But Tang San's talent was also good. Why had Mo Lang's teacher taken in only Mo Lang and not Tang San?

Master raised another question.

Mo Lang had long prepared an answer for this question. Putting on a mysterious air, he said, "You'll find out soon enough."

Seeing that Mo Lang did not want to say more, Yu Xiaogang wisely did not press the matter. He only felt that Mo Lang sometimes resembled a shrewd, cunning adult, yet his frivolous nature made him seem exactly like a child.

He recalled Mo Lang's second Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring and asked, "What skill does your second spirit ring have? Can I see it?"

Mo Lang nodded. "My second spirit ring's skill is not an offensive one. It's more like a passive skill. It grants Auspicious Avoidance, allowing me to sense danger and treasures. Its current range is only twenty kilometers, but that range will expand as my strength increases."

"Holy shit!"

Yu Xiaogang had thought Mo Lang's first spirit ring was already absurd, but he never expected the second skill to be even more absurd!

Sensing danger was already incredible, but it could also sense treasures. It was simply the perfect aid for exploration!

At that thought, the way Yu Xiaogang looked at Mo Lang completely changed.

Wouldn't bringing him along when searching for treasure be like getting something for free?

Thinking of that, Yu Xiaogang could not help asking curiously, "Try sensing whether there's any danger nearby, or whether there are any treasures."

"..."

Mo Lang glared irritably at Yu Xiaogang, whose face had turned liver-colored. Was this old man treating him like a treasure-hunting rat?

So, he said irritably, "I haven't sensed any treasure, but I do know this: if you keep asking questions like that, you'll die. Believe it or not?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang fainted.

That gave Mo Lang quite a fright.

What Auspicious Avoidance? This is practically making words become reality!

He hurriedly felt Yu Xiaogang's pulse. Fortunately, he was still breathing. As for whether he could hold on until Tang San woke up, that depended on his own fate.

Who told him to be poisoned and still have so many questions?