Failed to Take Another Disciple, Yu Xiaogang Lost His Composure on the Spot

"However, it still carries a slight toxicity, so you need to be careful."

Yu Xiaogang was actually feeling extremely unhappy inside, or rather, utterly depressed.

As a man, having lost one of those things—no one could possibly be happy about that.

But because he had survived, the feeling of having escaped death kept comforting Yu Xiaogang.

Another source of frustration was the many theories he had researched for so long.

This time, none of them had been successfully tested on Tang San.

In the end, he could only settle for a Ghost-Face Bolète that was less than a hundred years old as Tang San's First Soul Ring.

"Sigh..."

Yu Xiaogang sighed inwardly, then slowly closed his eyes.

He could only wait for another opportunity in the future to verify his theories.

After all, Tang San was only level ten. There would be plenty of opportunities later.

Just then, he suddenly recalled the Mandala Snake Soul Ring Ye Xian had absorbed.

He immediately opened his eyes.

"Ye Xian, could you let me see your First Soul Skill?"

Yu Xiaogang's reasoning was sound.

Besides, without him—

Ye Xian could never have stumbled upon such a good bargain.

That proved he still had some ability.

At the very least, he wondered whether Ye Xian had now developed the desire to become his disciple.

If he had, Yu Xiaogang could reluctantly agree.

"Sure."

Ye Xian nodded.

He then released his martial soul, the Darkin World Bow, drew the bow, and nocked an arrow.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly froze.

He had not paid attention that night.

Only now did he realize that the bow in Ye Xian's hand looked exceptionally ornate.

He remembered the Spirit Hall certificate saying it was a wooden bow.

And you call that a wooden bow?

The Mandala Snake had indeed been severely injured at the time.

But how had Ye Xian killed it with a single arrow to the head?

When Yu Xiaogang came back to his senses, a dark green arrow had already condensed on Ye Xian's bowstring.

"First Soul Skill—Corrosion Arrow Rain!"

"Whoosh—!"

The next second, Ye Xian actually fired the arrow diagonally into the sky.

Then, before Yu Xiaogang and Tang San's astonished eyes—

The dark green arrow split into numerous smaller arrows in midair.

There were at least dozens of them, densely packed together as they rained down from above.

Dense poisonous fumes emanated from the arrows, sending chills down one's spine.

"Sizzle—!"

The instant anything came into contact with the arrows, wisps of black smoke rose from it.

It was then corroded by the potent poison, leaving behind black holes.

In the blink of an eye, a tree trunk had been corroded beyond recognition.

When Yu Xiaogang recovered from his shock, Ye Xian had already withdrawn his martial soul.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

It now seemed that Ye Xian's martial soul was far stronger than Tang San's.

Both possessed Innate Full Soul Power.

Yet if Tang San's Blue Silver Flower had absorbed the same Mandala Snake Soul Ring—

Its Soul Skill definitely would not have possessed such power.

Tang San's only advantage was his second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer.

But for quite a long time to come—

Tang San would be unable to use his second martial soul.

With that thought, Yu Xiaogang once again asked the question that had lingered in his heart countless times.

"Ye Xian, you have obtained a fine First Soul Ring."

"I wonder, would you be willing to take me as your master now?"

After saying that, he revealed a highly confident smile.

He wanted to fully display his personal charm.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xian rejected him with a shake of his head without even thinking.

"Sorry, Great Master, but I have no intention of taking a master."

Yu Xiaogang immediately became anxious upon hearing that and shouted, somewhat losing his composure.

"Could you have obtained such a good Soul Ring without me?"

"If you become my disciple, every Soul Ring you obtain in the future will reach the highest quality!"

As Ye Xian listened to Yu Xiaogang's words—

He did not react much.

But Tang San's expression suddenly turned somewhat unpleasant.

Godfather had said the same thing to him back then.

Yet now, his First Soul Ring seemed to have become a mushroom.

Still, he knew that the Mandala Snake Soul Ring should originally have been his.

But Ye Xian had saved him, so he did not dwell on it.

It was just that Godfather had repeatedly tried to take Ye Xian as his disciple.

Did that also mean he did not value Tang San as much as he had made it seem?

At that moment, Ye Xian slowly spoke.

"Great Master, if I remember correctly, you didn't seem to do anything when the Mandala Snake was killed, did you?"

"Besides, I had no intention of hunting a Soul Ring at the time. I was forced to act only to save Tang San."

"And since the Soul Ring was there, it shouldn't go to waste, right?"

"You—"

Ye Xian's retort left Yu Xiaogang speechless, and his face darkened somewhat.

He was furious inside, but he could not win the argument either.

He could only remain silent.

Tang San stood to the side without saying anything. Yu Xiaogang had originally been somewhat dissatisfied with his godson's behavior.

But when he remembered that he had only found Tang San a ten-year Soul Ring for his First Soul Ring—

He immediately felt guilty.

Because the food and water they carried were about to run out—

The three only rested for half a day before preparing to leave the Soul Hunting Forest.

Of course, before leaving, they still had to obtain Tang San's First Soul Ring.

Since Yu Xiaogang had not recovered even the ability to move and was still panting heavily after just a few words—

Tang San had to carry him the whole way.

But Tang San himself had also been seriously injured after being flung away by the Mandala Snake's desperate final counterattack.

By the time he carried Yu Xiaogang to the Ghost-Face Bolète they had seen earlier, he was already drenched in sweat.

That was with the constant support of the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Meanwhile, Ye Xian, who had been following alongside them, appeared utterly relaxed.

He seemed not to notice Tang San nearly throwing out his back several times.

He had no intention whatsoever of involving himself in Yu Xiaogang's affairs.

If Tang San wanted to carry his beloved Godfather, no one could stop him.

But what the hell did that have to do with This Old Man?

Although Tang San had indeed considered asking him for help, after thinking it over again and again, he ultimately did not have the nerve to say it aloud.

After resting for a moment, Tang San looked ahead at the Ghost-Face Bolète hidden amid the bushes beneath a large tree.

The distinctive white ghost face at its top was incredibly conspicuous.

"Godfather, how should I hunt this Ghost-Face Bolète?"

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, his expression slightly tense.

After all, he had never faced a Soul Beast alone before.

Even though this was a fungal Soul Beast with little combat strength.

Under Yu Xiaogang's instructions, Tang San approached the Ghost-Face Bolète with a short blade in hand.

As though it sensed danger, the Ghost-Face Bolète trembled slightly and released black poisonous fumes.

Tang San failed to dodge in time and inhaled quite a bit through his nose.

A faint wave of dizziness immediately washed over him.

He hurriedly shook his head, then aimed the short sword at the Ghost-Face Bolète's base.

With one slash, he severed it.

After waiting a moment, white motes of light drifted out from the Ghost-Face Bolète.

The white motes gathered together one by one before finally condensing into a single mass.

Gradually, a White Soul Ring floated above the Ghost-Face Bolète.