The Eye of Re-fusion

Jade Little Sister's heart was full of thoughts, and the more she thought, the more excited she became.

Her mouth was almost grinning from ear to ear.

Seeing Jade Little Sister's delighted expression, Han San felt for the first time that his master was so unfamiliar, so awkward... But thinking about it, it made sense—no one who had done something like that would want others to know.

But the problem was, once it was out, after three months of spreading, it had now spread throughout the entire Danding Academy, even to the point that the vendors outside Danding City knew all about it.

Jade Little Sister's performance continued:

"It's just a pity that my Dao companion knew his limits, and his body was never strong to begin with. After giving birth to that child, he passed away."

Saying this, Jade Little Sister couldn't help but put on a look of grief.

Seeing Jade Little Sister still playing her role, Han San finally couldn't bear to watch anymore and interrupted her performance: "Master, just three months ago, I gave it to Tang Qinghe."

Jade Little Sister was stunned, no longer pretending to be 'grief-stricken.' Her expression turned serious as she turned around and carried the child into the inner room, coaxing her to sleep. She sat down and quickly resumed her usual 'expressionless' demeanor.

"Tell me the whole story."

Han San said: "It happened like this..."

From one side, Han San recounted the entire process of his encounter with Tang Qinghe.

From their head-on collision where he was sent flying by Tang Qinghe, to the latter displaying extraordinary movement techniques, and finally using a single Spirit Skill to break through his Tendon Binding Technique and beat him unconscious.

After Jade Little Sister finished listening, she revealed a look of regret mixed with secret delight: "So it was like that. Martial Soul Battle Tiger, innate Spirit Power at the third rank, seven abilities, thirteen innate attack-type battle souls... Judging by the looks of it, that kid has finally walked down the wrong path."

Han San's eyes lit up at this: "Master, what do you mean?"

Jade Little Sister's mouth curled slightly, and it was time to display her 'wisdom beyond ordinary men.' A gleam of pride and wisdom flashed in her eyes:

"First, let me analyze it for you. You are a control-type tool soul master, and in terms of physique and strength, you simply cannot compare to a strong attack-type beast soul master. That is the main reason you lost in the head-on collision. As for the battle itself, I must severely criticize you—you completely failed to leverage the advantages of your control-type Spirit Body. If you had used the Tendon Binding Technique to bind his wrist joints from the very start, then launched an attack, the outcome would have been completely different."

If Tang Qinghe were here, he would definitely say this was nothing but hindsight nonsense. Full of high-sounding principles that sounded great, but if he actually tried to learn from them, it would be useless.

But Han San, upon hearing this, felt it really did make sense. If he had used the Tendon Binding Technique from the very beginning, the battle would have ended right then and there. How could he have been sent flying by a single punch? He wouldn't even have had the chance to use his Spirit Power.

"Yes, Master. But what did you mean when you said Tang Qinghe had walked down the wrong path?"

"Very simple. He relied on external substances," Jade Little Sister said with certainty.

"External substances?"

The 'external substances' Jade Little Sister spoke of reminded Han San of the various medicinal herbs listed on the Heaven-Swallowing Treasure Cauldron, and he couldn't help but freeze, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.

Jade Little Sister nodded and said: "Yes, you must know by now that Tang Qinghe's innate Spirit Power is only at the tenth and third rank, and his Martial Soul is merely the lowest-grade Battle Tiger from the Dou Cang Continent."

"Without a famous master to teach him, someone like him—a poor wretch—has been struggling for ten or eleven years. Even if you gave him three to five years, he might not necessarily become a soul master. That reckless King Yao is a good example—his Martial Soul is also a Battle Tiger, and his innate Spirit Power is only one rank lower than Tang Qinghe's."

"But from the time he graduated from Danding Academy to now, he has barely managed to become a Spirit Body. So, based on my deduction, he must have used some kind of external substance to boost his Spirit Power so rapidly. And on the Dou Cang Continent, any substance that can quickly raise Spirit Power usually has side effects. In plain terms, it's borrowing from today to pay for tomorrow."

The highest realm of deceiving others is to deceive even yourself.

Having said this, Jade Little Sister had already fully convinced herself that Tang Qinghe had greatly improved his cultivation by using large amounts of forbidden substances.

With a serious expression, she instructed Han San: "Xiao San, you must remember that no matter what time it is, never try to take shortcuts to improve your strength. That will ruin you. Tang Qinghe is a lesson from the past."

"Yes, Master, I understand."

At this moment, Han San was not the future Tang Shenwang. He was one hundred percent trusting of Jade Little Sister. Upon hearing this, he nodded in agreement while also feeling a sense of relief in his heart.

So it was through relying on substances that he had improved his strength.

No wonder he had been so formidable that day.

That day, it could be said that he was utterly defeated and unwilling to accept it.

At the same time, he finally understood why Tang Qinghe, that cultivation fanatic, had been absent from the academy for so long.

Nine times out of ten, the side effects of the substances had flared up, and he had no idea where he had crawled off to some corner to eke out a miserable existence.

Perhaps he was already dead, for all anyone knew.

Jade Little Sister was about to nod in satisfaction and say something more when suddenly, a burst of drunken shouting came from outside. Jade Little Sister quickly stood up and said: "Xiao San, let's end today's lesson here. Go back and rest well. Tomorrow, we'll resume normal classes."

"Yes, Master."

Han San left Jade Little Sister's room with a suddenly enlightened heart. But upon hearing the commotion coming from the disciple dormitory, his brow furrowed once more, because these people were not discussing him, but rather gossiping about his master, Jade Little Sister.

After hesitating for a moment, Han San walked back into Jade Little Sister's room.

Hearing the movement, Jade Little Sister, who was holding a large jade bottle and walking out of the inner room, saw Han San return and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Xiao San? Is there something else?"

Han San took a deep breath and said: "Master, actually, you don't need to..."

Jade Little Sister was stunned, then immediately understood. Her expression turned complicated as she looked at her disciple: "Xiao San, what do you mean?"

Han San did not speak, only glanced at Jade Little Sister's belly, which, although still covered by her clothes, had clearly shrunk by more than half.

Meeting Han San's gaze, Jade Little Sister subconsciously looked down at her own belly. Her old face flushed red: "You... you know?"

Han San nodded silently.

"Besides you, who else knows?"

Jade Little Sister closed her eyes in pain, recalling in her mind everyone from the time she returned to Danding Academy—from the academy's senior masters down to the janitors' pointing fingers. She held it in for a long time before finally forcing out a single sentence.

Han San looked at Jade Little Sister with sympathetic eyes, let out a helpless sigh, and said: "It's not just me. Everyone in the entire academy knows. Right now, everyone in the academy is gossiping about you in private. Even the vendors outside the academy walls know about this matter..."

Boom...

Hearing the shout, Yu Xiaopang's entire body stiffened as if struck by lightning. His vision went black, his mind went blank, and then his body went limp as he collapsed.

The wine glass in his hand flew out uncontrollably.

Han San was quick-witted and fast. With a single step, he caught up and snatched the wine glass, but he couldn't stop Yu Xiaopang from falling.

But Yu Xiaopang was doomed. Because of this fall, the bone that Yin Chen had just set with great effort, which had nearly fully healed, cracked with a sound and split open again.