Tang San's Second Spirit Ring

Yu Xiaogang was slightly stunned.

He had not expected such a coincidence—to encounter his nephew here. "Tianheng, I never thought you'd grown so much in the blink of an eye!"

"Uncle, Grandpa and my father have both been thinking about you."

Yu Tianheng's voice was low as he slowly stopped before Yu Xiaogang. "Grandpa is old now. He has already let go of what happened in the past. All he hopes for now is that you can go back and keep him company."

"Enough, Tianheng. I have more important things to do right now."

"If I succeed, I will naturally return to the sect." Yu Xiaogang raised a hand, stopping Yu Tianheng from saying anything further.

He turned slightly and looked up at the sky.

Watching this scene, Li Xun really wanted to take out a watermelon and a stool from his Soul Tool.

But that would have seemed rather rude.

So he found a broken tree to sit on and watched the uncle and nephew with great interest.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan sat down on Li Xun's left and right.

Ning Rongrong did not know Yu Xiaogang.

She had not rested at all after being out for half a day, so she did not think much of it.

She took out two bottles of drinks from her Soul Tool and handed one to Li Xun.

After a brief pause, she took out another bottle and gave it to Dugu Yan.

"Uncle, what could possibly be more important than a family reunion?"

At that moment, Yu Tianheng was like a wounded young wolf, his voice carrying a mournful cry.

Yu Tianheng's words made Yu Xiaogang tremble. His hands, clasped behind his back, involuntarily curled into fists. "Tianheng, the sect cannot accept me. Even if I return, I would only make things difficult for your grandfather."

"Uncle... Grandpa wouldn't do that." Tears shimmered in Yu Tianheng's eyes, and his voice choked up.

From childhood to adulthood, this uncle had always been the one who treated him best.

When he was sad, his uncle comforted him. When he was hurt, his uncle applied medicine for him.

Those warm moments seemed to have been etched deeply into his mind.

He had never forgotten them.

"Your grandfather certainly wouldn't, but the others in the sect would!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes, fixed on the sky, were incomparably deep. His voice gradually sank. "I, Yu Xiaogang, will prove that I am not some useless fool who can only spout theories!"

"I will let the world know that although my Soul Power cannot increase, the disciple I have taught will become the strongest on the continent."

Yu Xiaogang lowered his head and looked at Tang San. "And he is the one who will put my Soul Master theories into practice. He will also be the greatest masterpiece of my life."

Yu Tianheng looked blankly at Tang San. "Him?"

"That's right. He is my disciple, Tang San!" Yu Xiaogang introduced him to Yu Tianheng with a smile in his eyes. "The day he becomes strong will be the day I return to the sect!"

Seeing how highly Teacher regarded him, Tang San proudly straightened his chest.

They said that once a teacher, always a father.

He had already learned of Teacher's past from their conversation.

The day he became strong, he would personally accompany Teacher back to his sect and let those people know—

Who was the real useless one!

Yu Tianheng looked at Tang San, who was about the same age as Li Xun, and his thoughts ground to a halt.

He did not understand why his uncle placed such great hopes on a child.

As if seeing Yu Tianheng's confusion, Yu Xiaogang chuckled. "Xiao San, show him your Martial Soul."

"Yes, Teacher." Tang San gently raised his right hand, and a stalk of Blue Silver Grass appeared in an instant.

"Blue Silver Grass!"

It was not just Yu Tianheng.

Even the onlookers nearby cried out in surprise.

Blue Silver Grass was the most common plant on the continent. It possessed no offensive capabilities, and its only trait was its tenacious vitality.

Perhaps because this plant was too low-ranked, anyone who awakened this kind of Martial Soul possessed no Soul Power.

It was a Useless Martial Soul universally acknowledged across the continent.

Qin Ming, Dugu Yan, and Ning Rongrong also stepped forward curiously to take a look.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the crowd gathering around them and slightly raised his head.

Boundless pride rose in his heart.

"Through Teacher's theories, my Blue Silver Grass, which was originally of little use, has gained the ability to control."

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang with reverence. "According to Teacher's plan, Blue Silver Grass will gain even stronger traits next."

There were too many people and too many prying eyes here.

Tang San only gave a rough description and did not reveal the specific effects of the spirit ability.

Even so, everyone was stunned.

Qin Ming especially.

Although he did not know Yu Xiaogang, as a teacher, he understood just how vast one's knowledge had to be to turn Blue Silver Grass from trash into treasure.

"Cough! Alright, Xiao San, it's time to get down to business."

Yu Xiaogang gave a light cough, calmly turned around, and looked toward the Ghost Vine coiled around the rock wall.

"Yes, Teacher."

Tang San replied respectfully.

This Ghost Vine had a cultivation of six hundred years and was already highly aggressive.

The dean of Notting Academy had gone to great lengths to beat this plant-type Spirit Beast into a near-death state.

"Xiao San, go deliver the final blow."

Seeing that the Ghost Vine could no longer resist, Yu Xiaogang nodded and turned to instruct Tang San.

As Tang San prepared to absorb the Ghost Vine, Li Xun slowly stepped forward.

He had to witness such a classic moment with his own eyes.

He called it classic because Yu Xiaogang's theory on spirit ring age limits stated that the absorption limit for a Soul Master's Second Spirit Ring was seven hundred and sixty-four years, while Tang San's second spirit ring was six hundred years.

This was the importance of having a good teacher!

Li Xun glanced up at the sky, feeling much safer.

There was a black dot in the sky that had followed them all the way from the academy to the Soul Hunting Forest.

He guessed that it was Sword Douluo.

"It worked!"

A smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's previously solemn face.

"Teacher, your idea was correct. I can feel that the Blue Silver Grass has undergone a qualitative transformation. Combined with my First Spirit Ability, it will create sustained control.

It will make it impossible for others to guard against."

Tang San stared blankly at the Blue Silver Grass in his hand, the two yellow spirit rings around him pulsing.

From this day onward.

As long as his Blue Silver Entanglement trapped an opponent, it could plant a seed of Soul Power within their body.

Whenever he needed it, he could trigger that seed to create a second stage of control.

"Congratulations..."

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Although the others did not know what Tang San's Second Spirit Ability was.

Judging from the satisfied expressions of teacher and student, they could tell that it had to be an incredibly powerful skill.

What shocked them even more was that Tang San's universally acknowledged Useless Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, could actually possess the perfect configuration of two yellow spirit rings.

"Cough, Xiao San, we can discuss the rest after we return. It's time for us to leave as well."

Seeing everyone staring at Tang San in amazement, Yu Xiaogang straightened his back and covered his mouth as he lightly coughed.

"Uncle, where are you staying now? After I help my junior obtain his spirit ring, I'll come find you."

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang was about to leave, Yu Tianheng hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"Tianheng, I am no longer a member of the sect. Why must you—"

"Uncle, I just want to spend a little more time with you."

Yu Tianheng interrupted Yu Xiaogang, glanced around, and said, "Li Xun, that Lone Bamboo should be around five hundred years old. It's just right for you. I won't accompany you any further."

Everyone followed Yu Tianheng's gaze.

In the distant woods stood a fourteen-meter-tall Lone Bamboo, standing alone at the edge of the forest.

A Lone Bamboo became a hundred-year Spirit Beast at ten meters, and every additional meter increased its Soul Power by a hundred years.

Fourteen meters corresponded exactly to five hundred years of cultivation.

Hearing that someone intended to use a Lone Bamboo as a spirit ring, Yu Xiaogang paused.

He slowly turned around. "Lone Bamboo?"