Tang San's Mindset Collapsed

Xiao Wu did not ask about Feng Hao following Tang San.

Because she believed Feng Hao would handle it well. Now that Feng Hao had returned, all she needed was for him to keep her company.

A day after Feng Hao returned, Tang San and the others finally came back.

At noon that day.

In Feng Hao's office.

Tang San came to see Feng Hao. He first hypocritically bowed to him.

Then he said to Feng Hao, "Teacher, I hit the jackpot on this trip."

"Oh? Hit the jackpot? What kind of jackpot?" Feng Hao asked, pretending not to know.

"It was like this. While I was on the road, I encountered an injured Spirit Beast. It seemed to have been chased by someone. When it was on its last breath, I killed it and absorbed its spirit ring," Tang San said with a smile.

Slap!

Feng Hao backhanded him across the face!

"Teacher, why did you hit me?" Tang San asked resentfully.

"Were you so desperate for a spirit ring? You'd absorb any Spirit Beast you happened to find by the roadside? Do you know that casually absorbing spirit rings can easily cause problems? And it could never be the spirit ring best suited for you." Feng Hao sternly rebuked him, every bit the strict teacher.

Tang San froze for a moment, then explained, "Teacher, I think this spirit ring should be fairly suitable for me."

"Suitable? Is it a thousand-year spirit ring?" Feng Hao asked.

"Uh? A thousand years? Teacher, I already found it extremely difficult when I absorbed that spirit ring. A thousand-year spirit ring isn't something my first spirit ring could absorb, is it?"

Tang San was completely bewildered. Hadn't Master said that he was suited to absorbing spirit rings from Spirit Beasts around three to four hundred years old?

Why was Feng Hao saying he could absorb a thousand-year one?

Could Feng Hao be trying to harm him?

"Of course it was difficult for you to absorb it now. Your training isn't enough. Rushing to absorb a spirit ring at a time like this was naturally difficult," Feng Hao snapped.

In any case, he had no need to help Tang San find a spirit ring, so he could make up whatever he wanted.

It would be best if this drove a wedge between Tang San and Yu Xiaogang as well.

Even if it did not, he had nothing to lose. He did not care.

"Teacher, if I continue training, can I really absorb a thousand-year spirit ring?" Tang San asked incredulously.

"As long as you train both your physical strength and soul strength to an exceptional level, not only will you be able to absorb thousand-year spirit rings, but even Ten-thousand-year spirit rings may be possible," Feng Hao said seriously.

"Is that true?" It was not so much that Tang San did not believe it as that he did not want to believe it.

Because if it was true, then he had suffered a massive loss.

"Would I, as your teacher, lie to you?" Feng Hao asked in return.

"Teacher, could you let your disciple see your spirit rings?" After thinking it over, Tang San decided he needed to see it for himself.

If Feng Hao was telling the truth, then his spirit rings had to be at least a thousand years old, right?

If Feng Hao's spirit rings were thousand-year ones, Tang San would have no choice but to believe him.

"Let me first see how many years your spirit ring has," Feng Hao said solicitously.

"Yes, Teacher." Tang San complied and displayed his spirit ring.

Tang San then revealed his first spirit ring.

Tang San had originally been quite satisfied with this spirit ring.

But after Feng Hao's words, he began to doubt himself. Could it be that his spirit ring really was trash?

Looking at his spirit ring, Feng Hao said, "A Mandala Snake spirit ring, a little over four hundred years old."

Feng Hao's seemingly professional words immediately made Tang San begin to question his life.

Because he could already clearly sense that Feng Hao might be telling the truth. Feng Hao seemed to genuinely possess some real skill.

But he still insisted on seeing Feng Hao's spirit rings before drawing a conclusion.

"Teacher, let me see your spirit rings," Tang San requested.

Ding! Tang San wishes to confirm the upper age limit for a Soul Master's first spirit ring. You will choose...

Choice One: Display your martial soul. Reward: Taiji Diagram's second spirit ring, a fifty-thousand-year spirit ring.

Choice Two: Politely decline his request. Reward: one three-thousand-year spirit bone, and Soul Power increased by five levels!

A three-thousand-year spirit bone? Its value definitely can't compare to a fifty-thousand-year spirit ring. As for those five levels of Soul Power, with my talent and cultivation technique, they're not worth much at all, Feng Hao thought.

He had begun to figure out a few patterns. He did not need to painstakingly search for and hunt Spirit Beasts for his spirit rings.

As long as he triggered a mission, he could obtain them.

As for what kind of missions would grant them, he had not discovered any pattern.

Perhaps there was no pattern to begin with.

In any case, he was not in a hurry. Unless his cultivation was stuck at a certain realm for too long, only then would he consider hunting Ten-thousand-year Spirit Beasts.

"Xiao San, I know it will be hard for you to believe me without seeing my spirit rings. Since that is the case, I'll let you have a look. I hope you're mentally prepared," Feng Hao reminded him kindly.

"Rest assured, Teacher. My first spirit ring has already been decided, and I can't choose again. No matter how many years yours are, I will accept it calmly," Tang San said solemnly.

After all, he was an adult, and his temperament was quite mature.

Even if Feng Hao's spirit rings really were thousand-year ones, he could not start over. He could only accept it.

"Good! I believe you, after all, you are my disciple, Feng Hao's disciple."

After saying that, Feng Hao circulated his Soul Power. Two black spirit rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

The second spirit ring was much darker than the first.

The instant those two spirit rings appeared, Tang San felt as though the air around him had suffocated.

He found it somewhat difficult to breathe.

"Bl-black... Ten-thousand-year spirit rings? Ten-thousand-year spirit rings, how is that possible?" His breathing became labored, and he collapsed to the ground.

He was already cursing furiously in his heart. He could not accept it!

Why?

Why were they Ten-thousand-year spirit rings?

He could have accepted thousand-year ones, so why did they have to be ten thousand years?

The blow was simply too great. They were ten times stronger than what he had imagined.

Feng Hao quickly withdrew his spirit rings, stepped forward to help him up, and said, "Xiao San, what's wrong? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have shown you my spirit rings."

He looked deeply distressed, but inwardly, he could barely hold back his laughter.

He had not expected Tang San to be hit so hard. It seemed he would need a long time to recover.

"Teacher, I'm fine, I'm fine." Tang San shakily rose to his feet, looking like a drunkard.

"It's fine. Don't rush your next spirit ring. Train more before seeking a spirit ring that suits you. You must not be so reckless again," Feng Hao said kindly.

"Yes, Teacher! Teacher, I'll go back and rest first," Tang San said.

"Go ahead. If you feel unwell, you don't need to attend class today," Feng Hao said considerately.

"Thank you, Teacher!" Tang San said before leaving. He headed straight for Yu Xiaogang's room. He was going to find that useless Yu Xiaogang.

That man had caused him such misery!