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Tang San froze for a moment.

Ten years?

Though he was a complete newbie in the Soul Master World, he still knew that the older a soul ring was, the greater its power.

Moreover, he possessed Innate Full Soul Power.

Theoretically, the limit for his first soul ring could reach over four hundred years.

Why choose a plant that was only ten years old?

Yu Xiaogang seemed to have seen through Tang San's doubts.

He smiled faintly, wearing an inscrutable expression.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Do you think this lone bamboo's age is too low?"

Tang San nodded.

He answered honestly.

"Yes, Teacher."

"I read in books that a first soul ring should be as close to the limit as possible."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head.

There was a hint of disdain for conventional views in his eyes.

"That is the view of mediocrities."

"Xiao San, remember this."

"There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters."

"Likewise, when choosing a soul ring, you cannot look only at its age."

He pointed at the lone bamboo again.

His tone became firm.

"Your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

"As everyone knows, it is the standard example of a useless martial soul."

"Although you have Innate Full Soul Power, the martial soul itself is far too fragile."

"If your first soul ring absorbs a Soul Beast with excessively violent energy,"

"even a hundred-year Mandala Snake,"

"your martial soul will most likely be unable to withstand it and shatter outright."

Yu Xiaogang walked over to the lone bamboo.

He reached out and patted the bamboo stalk, which looked as though it would snap with a single bend.

"But this lone bamboo is different."

"It is only ten years old."

"It has a gentle temperament."

"More importantly, lone bamboo possesses toughness."

"That is precisely what Blue Silver Grass currently lacks most."

"Although it is only a ten-year soul ring,"

"it can grant you stronger control."

"You are a Control System soul master. Control is the true path."

"There is no need for your attack power to be too strong in the early stages."

"Listen to Teacher."

"This Ten-Year Lone Bamboo is practically tailor-made for you."

"It is exactly right for you to absorb."

After Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, he looked at Tang San with a face full of expectation.

He waited for his disciple's admiration and approval.

Tang San fell silent.

He walked over to the lone bamboo.

Then he crouched down.

He carefully examined this so-called "perfect Soul Beast."

It was truly weak.

Tang San circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

A faint violet glint flashed in his eyes.

Under the observation of his Purple Demon Eye, the energy contained within this lone bamboo was pitifully scarce.

It was like a candle on the verge of burning out—

feeble beyond belief.

Tang San even felt

that he did not need to use his Martial Soul.

With just a light sweep of the short sword in his hand, he could completely end this plant's life.

Could a soul ring of this level really improve him?

Tang San's heart filled with a huge question mark.

He subconsciously looked at his right hand.

Blue Silver Grass slowly emerged from his palm.

Though weak, it was a Martial Soul nourished by Innate Full Soul Power.

Tang San felt

that the energy of this lone bamboo was not even as strong as the energy contained within his Martial Soul itself.

If he absorbed it, it would be like dropping a speck of ink into a bucket of clear water.

Not only would it fail to make him stronger, it would instead lower the purity of his soul power.

Was Teacher's theory really correct?

The thought flashed through Tang San's mind.

He recalled what Grandpa Jack, the village chief, had said.

He recalled Deacon Su Yuntao's assessment.

Everyone said Blue Silver Grass was a useless Martial Soul.

Only Master before him

had seen at a glance that he possessed Twin Martial Souls.

And he had been willing to accept him as a disciple.

Tang San took a deep breath.

The general principles of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record surfaced in his mind.

A teacher for one day, a father for life.

In this world, aside from his missing father, Tang Hao, the man before him was his closest elder.

Since he had taken him as his teacher, he should trust him unconditionally.

Perhaps Teacher had some deeper intention that he could not understand.

Perhaps this so-called "tenacity" attribute truly could turn the ordinary into the miraculous.

His own knowledge was simply too shallow.

Tang San harshly reprimanded himself in his heart.

He forcibly suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Then he rose to his feet.

He respectfully bowed to Yu Xiaogang.

"Teacher is profoundly learned."

"This disciple has been enlightened."

"Since Teacher says it is suitable, then it must be right."

Yu Xiaogang nodded in satisfaction.

The smile on his face grew even broader.

That was more like it.

As long as this child was obedient.

And cultivated according to his theories.

Then one day, he would surely prove that his theories were invincible.

"Go on."

"Make it quick."

"This Lone Bamboo has no real offensive ability."

"You only need to pierce its roots."

Yu Xiaogang took several steps back.

Giving Tang San room.

Tang San pulled an ordinary-looking dagger from his chest.

His expression turned solemn.

Though his opponent was weak.

This was his first time hunting a Soul Beast since coming to this world.

His first time obtaining a Soul Ring.

Its significance was immense.

Tang San sat down cross-legged.

Adjusting his breathing.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill within him began to circulate slowly.

A white glow of Soul Power flickered faintly around his body.

He tightened his grip on the dagger.

His gaze locked onto the Lone Bamboo trembling in the wind.

As long as this sword struck.

A Soul Ring would appear.

And he would become a true Soul Master.

Tang San hesitated no longer.

With a flick of his wrist.

The dagger became a streak of cold light, shooting toward the Lone Bamboo's roots.

Just as the blade's tip came within less than an inch of the Lone Bamboo.

A sudden change erupted.

"Stop."

Only two simple words.

The voice was not loud.

Nor was it a hysterical roar.

Yet when it reached their ears.

It was like rolling thunder falling from the nine heavens.

Booming incessantly.

The air seemed to compress to its limit in that instant.

Then exploded violently.

An incomparably immense force swept through the area with utterly tyrannical force.

The dagger in Tang San's hand seemed to have struck an invisible wall.

With a clang.

It flew from his grasp.

And embedded itself in a distant tree trunk.

Tang San was thrown to the ground by the blast.

His blood and qi churned within him, and his face turned slightly pale.

Yu Xiaogang, standing nearby, fared even worse.

His Soul Power was already weak.

And he had even less real combat experience.

The sudden roar blasted his mind blank.

His legs gave out.

He dropped straight onto the ground carpeted with dead leaves.

A stifling pressure seized his chest.

A metallic sweetness surged up his throat.

He nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yu Xiaogang clutched his chest in terror.

He gasped for air.

Who was it?

This Soul Hunting Forest was only a low-level soul beast forest.

The strongest creatures here were merely Thousand-year Soul Beasts.

How could such a terrifying powerhouse be here?

Before he could recover his senses.

The previously silent forest around him suddenly erupted into motion.

The rustling sounds blended into one continuous wave.

It was the sound of armor scraping together.

It was the sound of synchronized footsteps.

Countless black figures charged out from the surrounding bushes.

Black battle armor.

Long spears gleaming with cold light.

Every one of them radiated an iron-blooded, murderous aura.

They were true elites tempered by the battlefield.

In the blink of an eye.

The once-empty forest clearing had been surrounded so tightly that not even water could pass through.