Ning Fengzhi Lost His Composure

"Uncle Ning, what's wrong?" Tang San's voice was very low and weak, and the green hat on his head was messy. His eyes were sunken and pale, and his whole body exuded an almost rancid smell of sweat. It was obvious that he had not washed for several days after strenuous exercise.

Seeing Tang San's state, Sword Douluo's blood pressure soared with anger. He turned to Ning Fengzhi and questioned him telepathically, "Fengzhi, take a good look! Look closely! This is the grandson-in-law you found for me... He becomes lax and slack off at the first sign of setback. How can he achieve anything great in the future?"

"Uncle Jian, please calm down. Young people inevitably encounter setbacks, but as long as they can overcome them, there is still much they can achieve."

Ning Fengzhi reassured Sword Douluo with a reply, though he felt a momentary suffocation, he still spoke to Tang San with a gentle smile:

"Xiao San, you haven't been to the competition these past few days. I asked Rongrong and found out you've been in seclusion. I came to check on you for your safety."

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Uncle Ning. If there's nothing else, I'll continue my seclusion." Tang San still looked dejected, his eyes devoid of any vitality.

Tang San carried the hopes of defeating the Spirit Hall, Ning Fengzhi naturally wouldn't let him wallow in despair. He said gently, "Little San, let's stop for a moment. Would you mind having a chat, as father-in-law and son-in-law?"

Upon hearing this, Tang San remained silent for a moment, then nodded and Ning Fengzhi into the room. Sword Douluo, too lazy to look at Tang San's pathetic state, decided to simply stand guard outside the door, believing that out of sight, out of mind.

"The Seven Treasures Have Names: the fourth is 'increase,' the sixth is 'heal'—"

Upon entering the room, seven Soul Ring —two yellow, two purple, and three black—suddenly rose from beneath Ning Fengzhi's feet. Ning Fengzhi raised his hand, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, radiating a shimmering light, quietly appeared before him. He gave a soft shout, and the pagoda in his hand spun three times. From the fourth and sixth floors, two beams of light of different colors floated out.

Under the influence of these two beams of light, Tang San's originally pale face visibly returned to normal.

He asked with a wry smile, "Is everything alright on the competition side?"

"Although you didn't show up, the Shrek kids displayed amazing unity. Led by Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Yu Tianheng, and with the assistance of Oscar and Rongrong, they won battle after battle, even defeating Thunder Academy."

Just thinking about how today, Yu Tianxin, the captain of the Thunder Academy, clashed with Yu Tianheng of Shrek Academy, and how Yu Tianxin mocked Yu Tianheng for disgracing his family, and how Yu Tianheng, in a fit of rage, joined forces with Dai Mubai to severely injure Yu Tianxin, it all looked like an internal power struggle between the Blue Lightning Twins.

Ning Fengzhi felt a surge of schadenfreude.

However, Ning Fengzhi's words only made Tang San more dejected. The Shrek seemed more united without him, which meant Shrek didn't care whether he was there or not.

Ning Fengzhi never expected that his words would not only fail to motivate Tang San, but would have the opposite effect, leaving him feeling utterly overwhelmed.

"Mistress, can you tell me why you've become like this?"

He asked patiently and persuasively.

Looking at Ning Fengzhi, Tang San's eyes suddenly reddened. He was someone who was particularly prone to getting stuck on things, and Ning Fengzhi's concern at this moment undoubtedly helped Tang San recover somewhat, and gave him a sense of spiritual support.

"Uncle Ning, can you tell me if I can catch up with Ye Qinghe, or even stay ahead of my peers like I am now, before I switch to cultivating my Second Martial Soul?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned. "Xiao San, how could you think like that? You are the third person in history to possess Twin Martial Souls, and your Second Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Clear Sky Hammer, the number one Martial Soul soul in the world. You are destined to surpass the current Pope of the Spirit Hall and become the number one Titled Douluo in the world."

"You should understand how important confidence is for a Soul Master. Take Yu Xiaogang for example, is it really because he Innate Soul Power and his Martial Soul Mutation that he couldn't break through to level 30?"

"That's not actually the case. In the Soul Master World, there are quite a few people who have broken through to level 30 with half a level of Innate Soul Power. The reason for this is that Yu Xiaogang has lost his most basic confidence. If you become like him and lose faith in yourself, then you can forget about making any progress in the future."

Tang San smiled bitterly, "But I don't know what to do anymore. My current Martial Soul is only Blue Silver Grass, especially after my fourth Soul Ring Soul Ring taken from Hundred-Year Soul Ring by Yu Xiaogang, who took advantage of my trust in him. The weakness of Blue Silver Grass has become increasingly apparent. Now, when facing Soul Master of the same level, my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul can hardly gain an advantage anymore."

"So you want to switch to cultivating Second Martial Soul?" Ning Fengzhi's brows furrowed even more, forming a deep frown.

Tang San said, "That's right. The reason I'm still considered strong now isn't because my Martial Soul is so powerful, but because I possess three strength-type Soul Bone and the green-haired External Soul Bone. I've been thinking about this."

"If I were to cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer as my Second Martial Soul, would things be different? With just three suitable Soul Ring, I could significantly boost my overall strength, and even surpassing Ye Qinghe wouldn't be impossible."

"I really don't want to waste any more time cultivating Trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass. It would be completely pointless."

After hearing Tang San's words, Ning Fengzhi was incredibly grateful that he had come.

Otherwise, if Tang San were to switch to cultivating his Second Martial Soul ahead of schedule, how could he possibly surpass Bibi Dong?

After all, Tang San had already wasted a Soul Ring slot with his fourth Soul Ring of Blue Silver Grass. If he were to waste the four crucial Soul Ring before his Second Martial Soul, even if he received Xiao Wu's sacrifice, it would be difficult to bridge the gap between him and Bibi Dong.

Wait, Tang San said that adding three more Soul Ring would be enough... Thinking of this, Ning Fengzhi's pupils suddenly contracted, "You just said that adding three more Soul Ring would be enough, could it be that you've already..."

"That's right, I've already attached a Soul Ring to the Clear Sky Hammer, a Diamond Tiger Soul Ring that's about seven thousand years old." Tang San didn't hide anything. As a deep purple Soul Ring rose from his feet, he raised his hand and released the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul.

"Who told you to attach Soul Ring to the Clear Sky Hammer?" Ning Fengzhi, who had always been gentle and refined, suddenly became very agitated.

Before Tang San could react, he raised his hand and grabbed Tang San's thin arm tightly, demanding sharply, "Who told you to add Soul Ring to the Clear Sky Hammer? Who did it? Do you know how important the Soul Ring position of your Second Martial Soul spirit is? Do you know that doing this will prevent you from ever surpassing the Pope? Do you know how much effort I've put into you? I've invested my life savings in you, and this is how you repay me? Ah..."

Tang San was stunned, not expecting Ning Fengzhi to break down because of his words.