Tang San vs. Lu Ming! The Blue Silver Emperor's Tyranny! The Difference Between Clouds and Mud!

"Enough. Both of you, say no more!"

Liu Erlong frowned as she rebuked them.

Though she too felt that Lu Ming's words had gone a little too far, he was her child. She could close the door and discipline him herself, but she would never allow outsiders to criticize him.

She cast a glance at the displeased Shrek group, and her impression of them worsened by several degrees.

A bunch of spoiled brats who could not bear to hear a single unpleasant word.

Yu Xiaogang stepped in to smooth things over. He patted Tang San on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down, then said to Liu Erlong:

"Erlong, now that the matter of the slots has been settled, how about... you show us around Blue Tyrant Academy?"

Liu Erlong suppressed the displeasure in her heart and nodded.

"Follow me."

She turned and walked ahead, with the Shrek group following behind her. The atmosphere was somewhat stifling.

Though Blue Tyrant Academy did not occupy an area as exaggeratedly vast as Heaven Dou Royal Academy, it was still meticulously planned and had a tranquil environment.

When Liu Erlong brought them to the Mimicry Cultivation Ground behind the academy, everyone from Shrek, Tang San included, revealed shocked expressions.

Before them lay a vast expanse divided into several distinct environments.

To the left was volcanic terrain flowing with lava, its scorching heat rushing toward them.

In the center stood a lush primeval forest, brimming with dense life energy.

To the right was an icy snowfield radiating bitter cold, where they could even see snowflakes drifting down.

"Th-this is a Mimicry Cultivation Ground?"

Dai Mubai exclaimed in shock.

"My god! What an enormous undertaking!" Oscar was equally dumbfounded.

Their Shrek Academy had nothing but a village.

These luxurious cultivation facilities, found only in top academies, made them feel like country bumpkins entering a city for the first time, finding everything novel.

Though Ning Rongrong came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and had seen much of the world, a trace of surprise flashed through her eyes as well.

Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had not built a Mimicry Cultivation Ground on such a massive scale.

Seeing their unsophisticated looks, the corner of Liu Erlong's mouth lifted into a faint, nearly imperceptible smile, and much of the gloom in her heart dissipated.

Just then, Tang San suddenly spoke.

"Master, Dean Liu, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I'd like to leave for a moment."

Yu Xiaogang nodded. "Go ahead."

Tang San gave everyone an apologetic smile, then turned and quickly left.

However, the instant he turned around, the smile vanished from his face, replaced by a chilling expression.

He did not head toward the latrine. Instead, he silently pursued Lu Ming in the direction he had previously left.

His steps shifted in an intricate pattern—it was the Tang Sect's ultimate technique, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

His figure darted through the shadows of buildings and trees, as swift as a ghost and without stirring the slightest breeze.

"Not only did he insult me, he even insulted my Xiao Wu."

Killing intent surged within Tang San.

"Xiao Wu, don't worry. Brother will protect you! Anyone who dares insult you has set foot upon the Path of Seeking Death!"

Within Blue Tyrant Academy's grounds.

Lu Ming was strolling unhurriedly down a tree-lined path.

On his left was a clear artificial river, its surface shimmering with rippling light.

On his right were the academy's teaching buildings and dormitory area. Students passed by from time to time, all greeting him respectfully.

Lu Ming nodded in response along the way, his expression calm.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped.

He did not turn around, merely gazing down the path ahead as he spoke blandly.

"Come out."

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly carried into the shadows behind him.

Within the shadows, a figure suddenly froze.

Tang San slowly emerged from behind a large tree, his face filled with astonishment.

How is that possible?!

He actually discovered me?

My Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track has reached the realm of perfection. Combined with the Purple Demon Eye, I have completely concealed my aura.

Forget Soul Masters of the same rank—even a Spirit Emperor-level expert might not discover my traces without being on guard!

This person... how did he do it?

Stormy Waves churned in Tang San's heart, and a trace of gravity entered his gaze as he looked at Lu Ming.

He slowly stepped forward and stopped ten meters away from Lu Ming.

"You said that our Shrek talent is merely average. I assume your own talent must be quite formidable, then?"

"Then let me, Tang San, witness your skills!"

Before his words had even faded, Soul Power surged through his body as three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple—abruptly rose around him.

A powerful aura pressed down upon Lu Ming.

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level thirty-four Control System Battle Soul Elder!"

He announced his name and rank, battle intent blazing in his eyes.

Yet before the pressure of his aura, Lu Ming remained perfectly still. Not even the hem of his clothing fluttered.

It was as if Tang San's Soul Power pressure was nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing against his face.

Tang San's pupils contracted.

He hesitated no longer as his First Spirit Ring suddenly lit up!

"First Spirit Ability, Blue Silver Bind!"

In an instant, dozens of thick blue vines burst from the ground. Like nimble venomous snakes, they lashed toward Lu Ming's limbs and body!

This was his tried-and-true supreme control technique. Even a Soul Ancestor would find it difficult to break free once ensnared.

Yet at the very moment those Blue Silver Grass vines were about to touch Lu Ming's body.

Lu Ming finally moved.

He merely raised his right hand slightly.

Bzz—

A strange plant silently appeared in his palm.

Its entire body was a noble purple-gold, its leaves covered in magnificent golden patterns. Every leaf seemed like a meticulously crafted work of art.

An indescribable imperial aura emanated from the plant.

Three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, black—rose along with it!

The profound black of that Third Spirit Ring made Tang San's breathing stop!

A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!

But that was not what shocked him most.

What truly terrified him was that, the instant Lu Ming's Martial Soul appeared, every Blue Silver Grass vine he had released froze in midair!

Then, like subjects encountering their sovereign, or ants seeing their natural predator, the vines began to tremble violently.

Not only did they cease their attack, they all turned around and prostrated themselves on the ground, lowering their "proud" heads toward the purple-gold plant in Lu Ming's palm.

They had rebelled!

His Blue Silver Grass had actually rebelled beyond his control!

"Th-this... how is this possible?!"

Tang San cried out, all color draining from his face.

He could clearly feel the spiritual connection between himself and the Blue Silver Grass being forcibly severed by a higher-tier, more domineering force!

His Martial Soul had no power to resist before the other's!

"Yours... what Martial Soul is this? Is it also Blue Silver Grass?"

Tang San's voice trembled.

"Why... why is my Blue Silver Grass afraid of you, submitting to you!"

Lu Ming withdrew his Martial Soul, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked at him with a calm expression.

"Lu Ming. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Emperor."