Ye Wen took none of Su Yuntao's consolation to heart. At this moment, his mind and eyes were filled with nothing but his own Martial Soul.
It was clearly just some trash Slime, and his Innate Soul Power was only half a rank. So why was Ye Wen so happy?
Seeing Ye Wen's carefree appearance, Su Yuntao no longer had to face the reproach of his conscience and let Ye Wen leave.
At last, it was Tang San's turn.
As Tang San stepped forward, the formation activated.
Though it could not compare to the golden light that had filled the sky around Ye Wen earlier, the golden light from Tang San's Martial Soul Awakening was still quite dazzling. Hope appeared in Su Yuntao's eyes. It seemed he had struck it lucky—this little fellow before him should awaken the aptitude to become a Soul Master as well.
But the next second, Su Yuntao's slightly excited expression instantly fell.
Because the Martial Soul condensing in Tang San's hand was none other than Blue Silver Grass, the common weed found everywhere across Douluo Continent.
At that moment, Su Yuntao could not help but sigh aloud.
"Ugh, what the hell? First it was a malignant mutated Martial Soul, and now there's another trash Martial Soul—Blue Silver Grass."
However, with Ye Wen's example before him, and after working in Martial Soul Awakening for several years, Su Yuntao felt that Tang San should have some Soul Power as well.
Although Su Yuntao had not read many books, he was a practical man. He had at least heard of and seen Blue Silver Grass Soul Masters with Soul Power.
Handing over the crystal ball, Su Yuntao repeated the process from before.
At first, Su Yuntao did not think much of it. Even if Blue Silver Grass possessed