Exposure

Lin Xuan's Blue Silver Grass was far from ordinary.

It had synchronized with Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass Bloodline, and Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass originated from God King Tang San, containing God-level Potential. It was not something Tang San, who currently possessed only Ah Yin-level Potential, could even compare to. The difference between them was obvious.

Several more days passed in a flash. At this moment, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged amid a Blue Silver Grass Patch on the Back Mountain, completely immersing his mind in the slender blade of Blue Silver Grass in his palm.

Even with his eyes closed, he could vaguely sense the Blue Silver Grass spreading around him, as though they were extensions of his own body.

As his focus deepened, that hazy sensation gradually faded. He could clearly feel the "breathing" of every blade of Blue Silver Grass, their subtle movements as they absorbed nutrients from the soil and stretched their leaves in the wind.

Who knew how much time had passed before a fierce wave of hunger jolted him awake from his trance. Lin Xuan opened his eyes and froze.

The sun had already begun to set, and the sky was gradually dimming. The once-bright forest had taken on a layer of twilight.

"Damn, I meditated for that long?"

Lin Xuan rose to his feet and stretched his somewhat stiff body, his heart filled with shock. He had merely focused on comprehending Blue Silver Grass, yet more than half the day had slipped by without him noticing.

What surprised him even more was that the Blue Silver Grass within a one-meter radius of where he had been sitting had grown exceptionally well. It stood far taller than the grass farther out, its leaves greener and thicker, reaching a full forty centimeters in height.

"Looks like the soul power that leaked out during meditation nourished them." Lin Xuan pondered for a moment, then silently took out the sickle beside his basket.

"Perfect. I haven't cut today's pig feed yet, so I'll have to trouble you all."

He swiftly harvested the thriving Blue Silver Grass, quickly filling his basket.

He jogged all the way home, deftly dumping the pig feed into the Pig Trough first. Ignoring the fat pig's grunting demands for food, he rushed straight into the kitchen.

Compared to feeding livestock, filling his own stomach was the top priority.

"Ah, still no meat to eat!"

Lin Xuan sighed as he gnawed on a cold steamed bun.

He remembered that although Tang Wulin had a huge appetite, it had not been as exaggerated as his own. Presumably, Tang Wulin had plenty of meat to supplement his nutrition, while he could only fill his stomach with steamed buns. Their nutritional value was worlds apart.

"If only I could eat meat every day." The thought grew stronger and stronger in his mind.

Time was like sand slipping through one's fingers, passing in the blink of an eye. A month quietly passed amid Lin Xuan's steady and fulfilling routine.

That afternoon, in an open space on the Back Mountain, Lin Xuan held a pair of Small Hammers and wildly struck a millstone-sized boulder.

Had anyone been there, his movements would have left them dumbfounded.

His hammer-swinging posture was downright bizarre. His body twisted into all manner of angles unimaginable for ordinary people, and the way he exerted force was so strange that it seemed as though his limbs had become deformed. Yet he could still unleash astonishing power, every swing of his hammer carrying a howling gust of wind.

Lin Xuan was not deliberately acting strange.

Ever since he had consciously trained from the age of three, his body's flexibility had long surpassed that of ordinary people, allowing him to easily perform difficult, yoga-like movements.

The pair of Small Hammers in his hands also had an unusual origin.

On the night of the tenth day after he awakened his Martial Soul, a pair of Hundred Refinements Level Tungsten Steel Hammers had suddenly appeared by his bedside. Each one weighed twenty jin.

From that day onward, Lin Xuan had gained a new training goal: the Hammer Chain Hammer Technique, while pushing his extraordinary flexibility to its limits.

Beyond basic hammer-swinging exercises, he had specifically studied this "deranged" hammer technique. By using distorted body angles to exert force, he could train his control over strength while further improving his physical coordination.

Although this training method often caused muscle strains, Lin Xuan did not care in the slightest.

After a month of testing, he had confirmed that as long as an injury was not fatal, even injuries such as a Muscle Tear or Bone Fracture would completely heal after a single night's sleep. The only cost was that his appetite would become even greater after waking.

At the same time, he had never neglected his Blue Silver Grass training.

By now, even with his eyes closed, he could use his Martial Soul to establish a connection with the Blue Silver Grass within a one-meter radius and use them to sense the movements around him. Although the range was still small, it was already tremendous progress.

He could also actively inject soul power into the Blue Silver Grass, making the slender blades, originally only ten centimeters long, rapidly grow into Blue Silver Whips more than two meters in length.

Unfortunately, Blue Silver Grass that had never absorbed a Soul Ring remained extremely fragile. Like Tang San at his current stage, it could appear to be wielded as a whip, but the moment it struck something hard, it would break easily.

Lin Xuan had long thought of a solution—compressing his soul power to further shrink the finger-thick Blue Silver Grass whips, increasing their density and hardness. But

this idea was still only at the conceptual stage. He would need to continue exploring before it could be realized.

On the Other Side of the forest, Tang San was carrying a basket as he gathered firewood everywhere.

Ever since he had begun learning to forge iron, the household's firewood consumption had soared. After lunch, he had specifically gone up the mountain to replenish their supply.

Suddenly, a chaotic series of hammer strikes sounded in the distance. Driven by curiosity, he quietly approached the source of the noise.

When he saw Lin Xuan's bizarre hammering technique, Tang San's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Is this guy an idiot? Who uses a hammer like that?

He inwardly mocked Lin Xuan, and a sense of superiority rose within him.

They were both children from Sacred Soul Village who had awakened soul power, and both possessed the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. Yet he had one more Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul than Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan had only Third-Rank Soul Power, while he possessed Innate Full Soul Power. As long as he absorbed a Soul Ring, he could break through at any time and become a great Soul Master.

Most importantly, his father Tang Hao taught him real hammer techniques, while Lin Xuan could only blindly train on his own.

In his eyes, Lin Xuan's bizarre training method would leave his entire body aching before long. If he kept it up, he might even develop internal injuries.

These are all my advantages. Tang San looked at Lin Xuan's figure, growing increasingly proud.

But soon, the mockery on Tang San's face gradually faded, replaced by deep contemplation.

He had noticed something wrong.

When ordinary iron hammers struck stone, sparks would inevitably fly due to insufficient purity and hardness. Yet no matter what angle Lin Xuan used to smash the boulder with those Tungsten Steel Hammers, not a single spark had ever appeared.

Moreover, Lin Xuan's strength was truly astonishing. Every strike shattered the stone and sent fragments flying. This was absolutely not strength an ordinary child could possess.

Innate Divine Strength? A thought surfaced in Tang San's mind, making him even more curious. He quietly hid behind a large tree and continued spying.

Lin Xuan was completely unaware of this. He continued swinging the Dual Hammers with focus, every strike precise and powerful.

Ten minutes later, he finally stopped. He casually tossed the iron hammers by his feet and let out a long breath.

Then he quickly ran to a spot nearby and took out the food hidden in his basket—several large white steamed buns and a glossy Roast Chicken.

To satisfy his craving, he had specifically slaughtered one of the Roosters at home today.

Having finally gotten to eat meat, Lin Xuan ate with exceptional focus, swallowing in huge mouthfuls until the corners of his mouth were covered in grease.

Tang San, hiding dozens of meters away, could not help swallowing at the sight.

He watched helplessly as Lin Xuan ate ten large steamed buns in one go and finished an entire Roast Chicken. That appetite was simply horrifying, equivalent to five days' worth of Tang San's rations.

"Sure enough, he has Innate Divine Strength. Even his appetite is this incredible."

Tang San became even more convinced of his judgment. At the same time, his gaze fell once again on the pair of iron hammers by Lin Xuan's feet.

Those hammers were definitely no ordinary items. The lack of sparks during those impacts showed that their purity and hardness far surpassed ordinary iron hammers.

How could a "wastrel" with Innate Level 3 Soul Power and a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul possess such a treasure?

Tang San's heart was full of doubts, and his gaze toward Lin Xuan gained a hint of scrutiny.

After finishing his food, Lin Xuan tidied up briefly, then picked up his basket and iron hammers, preparing to head home.

He did not know that Tang San had been spying on him for quite some time, much less that his hammer technique, appetite, and iron hammers had all caught Tang San's attention.