Tang San Happily Obtains a Spirit Ring, a Ten-Year Blood-Patterned Morning Glory!

Tang San Happily Obtains a Spirit Ring, a Ten-Year Blood-Patterned Morning Glory!

"A Plant Spirit Beast that's nearly a hundred years old?"

Tang San repeated the words under his breath, deep in thought.

"Teacher, are you talking about that Plant Spirit Beast called the Blood-Patterned Morning Glory?"

On their first day in the Soul Hunting Forest, they had encountered a Morning Glory with a highly unusual appearance.

Its stem was thick and sturdy, and its flowers were white, but its petals were covered in striking red patterns.

Yu Xiaogang had said at the time that this Morning Glory was actually quite suitable for Tang San's Blue Silver Grass.

Its age was just a little too low.

"Yes."

Yu Xiaogang nodded.

His voice was now weak and listless from his injuries.

"The Blood-Patterned Morning Glory is a Plant Spirit Beast. Though it isn't very aggressive, its defenses are fairly good."

"Moreover, it is at least eighty or ninety years old. It's still very suitable for your plant-type martial spirit, the Blue Silver Grass."

Yu Xiaogang knew full well that he did not even believe his own words.

But things had come to this, and he absolutely could not let Tang San return empty-handed.

Even if it were a pile of shit, he had to praise it.

Otherwise, where would he put the face of a master like himself?

"Teacher, your condition..."

Tang San was already feeling unexpectedly delighted inside.

But when he turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, the latter was clearly in no condition.

Forget helping hunt a Spirit Beast—he probably could not even walk.

Gu Xuan also cast Yu Xiaogang a sidelong glance.

He was already fucked up like this and still wouldn't quit.

It looked like Yu Xiaogang felt that since he was crippled, he had to cripple Tang San too.

Even if it was ninety-nine years old, the Spirit Ring would still be in the ten-year range.

Tang San would have a hard time not ending up crippled.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Yu Xiaogang waved a hand dismissively and continued,

"Plant Spirit Beasts generally do not have much attack power, especially when their cultivation is low."

"The Blood-Patterned Morning Glory, which is under a hundred years old, has attack power that can practically be ignored."

"However, its pollen is slightly toxic, so you still need to be careful."

Yu Xiaogang was actually extremely displeased inside right now—one could even say utterly depressed.

Fuck, losing a kidney was not something anyone could be happy about.

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

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

had failed to be tested successfully on Tang San this time.

In the end, he could only choose a Blood-Patterned Morning Glory less than a hundred years old as Tang San's First Spirit 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 chances later.

Since the food and water they had brought were about to run out,

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

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

Since Yu Xiaogang had not recovered even the ability to move and was still panting heavily after every sentence,

Tang San had to carry him the entire way.

But Tang San's own injuries were not light either, and his chest had been aching faintly all along.

By the time he carried Yu Xiaogang to the Blood-Patterned Morning Glory they had encountered before, he was already drenched in sweat.

That was with the support of the Mysterious Heaven Skill the whole time.

Meanwhile, Gu Xuan, who had been following beside them, looked utterly relaxed.

It was as if he could not see Tang San nearly throwing out his back several times.

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

You're the fucking one who insisted on taking him as your teacher. He isn't my teacher.

What the fuck does it have to do with me?

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

After resting for a moment, Tang San raised his head and looked at the Blood-Patterned Morning Glory hidden in the bushes ahead.

The Morning Glory's distinctive blood-patterned petals were incredibly conspicuous.

Though it did not appear especially tall, its tangled branches and leaves stretched over nine meters.

That meant its cultivation had exceeded ninety years.

"Teacher, how should I kill this Blood-Patterned Morning Glory?"

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, tense and somewhat at a loss.

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

Even though this was a Plant Spirit Beast with little combat power.

Under Yu Xiaogang's instructions, he took out a sword from Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night.

Then he walked in front of the Blood-Patterned Morning Glory.

As though sensing the threat, the Morning Glory trembled lightly, scattering pollen in every direction.

Tang San failed to dodge in time and inhaled quite a bit of it.

A faint sense of dizziness instantly washed over him.

Tang San hurriedly shook his head and aimed the short sword at the Blood-Patterned Morning Glory's roots.

With a single slash, he severed it.

After waiting a short while, white motes of light drifted out from the Blood-Patterned Morning Glory's stamen and gradually gathered together.

A somewhat faint white ring floated quietly above the Morning Glory.

It looked extremely blurry.

As though a slightly stronger gust of wind could blow the Spirit Ring apart.

Tang San quietly watched the Morning Glory's Spirit Ring without touching it immediately.

Standing beside it, he seemed able to sense some faint energy contained within.

"Little San, begin absorbing the Spirit Ring."

Yu Xiaogang, lying not far away, spoke calmly.

A Spirit Ring of this level, produced by a Plant Spirit Beast, posed no danger at all.

Tang San nodded and raised his right hand, gathering the Soul Power within his body into his palm.

A pale blue glow lit up, and Blue Silver Grass grew from his palm.

"Come, my First Spirit Ring!"

Tang San was still somewhat excited inside.

This trip into the Soul Hunting Forest had not only let him escape death, but had also allowed him to find a Spirit Ring suited to him.

Surviving a great disaster surely meant future blessings!

Drawn by the pale blue light, the white Spirit Ring slowly flew toward Tang San.

"Sit cross-legged and focus your mind on your martial spirit."

Watching the Spirit Ring drift over, Yu Xiaogang reminded him in a deep voice.

His tone was exceptionally stern and serious.

Gu Xuan, who saw this from a distance, was instantly speechless.

You're fucking absorbing a ten-year Spirit Ring, yet you're acting like it's a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.

Yu Xiaogang himself was half-dead and nearly done for, yet he was still here brainwashing Tang San?

To his surprise, Tang San was incredibly obedient. He sat down cross-legged on the spot and focused all his attention on the Blue Silver Grass in his right hand.

Soon, the white Spirit Ring arrived above Tang San's head.

Then it suddenly contracted, directly settling around the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit in his right hand.

The white Spirit Ring, now several times smaller, also appeared much more solid.

Tang San, who had braced himself and waited in full readiness, only felt a warm current enter his body through his right palm.

After circulating through his body once, it vanished.

The next instant, Blue Silver Grass emerged from his palm.

Together with the white Spirit Ring around it, it floated above Tang San's head once more.