The Surge of Faith Power! Tang San's Doubts About Yu Xiaogang

"The... emperor of the Blue Silver Grass Clan?"

Tang San murmured those words to himself, his heart pounding as blood seemed to rush to his head in an instant.

Mother... this figure who had been almost entirely absent from his life actually possessed such a shocking identity?

Countless questions surged into his throat like boiling bubbles, nearly breaking through his reason:

His mother was the emperor of Blue Silver Grass?

What did that mean? Was she an exceptionally powerful Soul Beast? Or some special humanoid being?

Where was she now? Was she alive or dead? If she was still alive, why had she never come to see him all these years?

And if she was already... then who had harmed her? Was it connected to his father's years of despondency?

He opened his mouth, desperately wanting to seize this mysterious senior before him, who seemed to know everything, and pour out all the questions about his mother that he had kept buried for six years!

However, just as he was about to utter his first syllable—

[Warning: Detected intense emotional fluctuations in the host. Mental threshold is nearing its critical point. Energy overload. To prevent damage to the sea of consciousness, this life simulation is forcibly terminated.]

[3... 2... 1... Return!]

That icy, mechanical system prompt exploded in his mind without warning!

"No! Wait!!"

Tang San let out a heart-wrenching cry in his mind, desperately trying to resist that force tearing him away.

"I still have so many questions! Mother! My mother—!"

He reached out as if trying to grasp Fu Shiyan's figure before him, trying to seize that fading phantom of the truth about his mother.

However, the system's power was irresistible.

He felt as though an invisible giant hand had forcibly ripped his consciousness out of that "body" and hurled it into a bizarre, rapidly spinning vortex.

Fu Shiyan's figure, the scenery of the Star Dou Great Forest, even the agonizing pain in his body—all of it rapidly receded, blurred, and finally dissolved into darkness.

Holy Soul Village, atop the small hill.

The faint morning light was still gentle, and the thin mist had not yet fully dispersed. Dewdrops on the grass reflected crystalline light.

The thin figure seated cross-legged on the rock suddenly shuddered, and those tightly shut eyes flew open!

Deep within his black pupils lingered undissipated shock, anxiety, and bone-deep bewilderment.

He was back...

He instinctively lowered his head and looked at his childish hands. There was no blood, no wounds, and the inner force of the Mysterious Heaven Skill remained steadily at the first level.

That thrilling pursuit, the rescue from a desperate situation, and the earth-shattering revelation of his origins...

They all seemed like nothing more than an excessively real, excessively cruel dream.

But Tang San knew it had not been a dream!

The system's cold voice, every detail of what he had experienced in the simulation, the pressure from Long Gong and She Po, Fu Shiyan's terrifying Spirit Rings and domineering Blue Silver Wood Dragon—especially that final statement about the "emperor of the Blue Silver Grass Clan"...

All of it had been branded into the depths of his mind with absolute clarity, impossible to dispel!

Mother... the emperor of the Blue Silver Grass Clan...

The overwhelming flood of information and emotional shock made six-year-old Tang San's heart clench, leaving him struggling even to breathe.

He abruptly rose from the rock, stumbling slightly from moving too quickly.

"System! System!"

He frantically called out in his mind, his voice carrying a tremor and urgency he himself had not noticed.

"Simulate again! Quickly! Start another life simulation! I need to know the answer! I need to know everything about my mother!"

He remembered it clearly. The system had said that the initial gift included [2] simulations! He still had one chance left!

However, the only response was that emotionless mechanical voice:

[Notice: Remaining life simulations: 1.]

[Warning: Insufficient energy buffer. The mind requires rest. The next life simulation may begin only after the cooldown period ends.]

[Cooldown period: three months.]

"Three months?!" Tang San looked as though he had suffered a heavy blow, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.

Three months! To him, having just glimpsed a heaven-shaking secret and desperately wanting to uncover more of the truth, it was as long as three centuries!

Having just touched the edge of the truth only to be forcibly dragged back felt like a hundred claws scraping at his heart. He could neither sit nor stand in peace, nearly driven mad!

He stood atop the hill as the cold morning wind brushed against his thin clothes, yet it could not disperse the burning heat and anxiety in his heart. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Scenes from the simulation rapidly flashed through his mind:

- Su Yuntao's disdainful assessment of Blue Silver Grass as a "waste Martial Soul."

- The incomparably excited yet pain-filled look in his father Tang Hao's eyes when he saw the Clear Sky Hammer, along with those words: "Use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right."

- "Teacher Yu Xiaogang," whose theories sounded profound, yet whose combat ability was painfully inadequate.

- And finally, Fu Shiyan—the mysterious powerhouse who had descended like a divine weapon, possessed unimaginable strength (yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red Spirit Rings!), wielded a Martial Soul of the same origin, the Blue Silver Tree, and had bluntly declared that his mother was the "emperor of the Blue Silver Grass Clan"!

All this information tangled and collided, leaving six-year-old Tang San utterly confused.

"Twin Martial Souls... Clear Sky Hammer... Blue Silver Emperor..."

He softly repeated these key terms, his gaze involuntarily drifting toward the dilapidated Blacksmith Shop at the foot of the hill, smoke rising from its chimney.

Father... just how much had he hidden?

Mother... was she really still alive? And was what Fu Shiyan had said true?

Although becoming Yu Xiaogang's disciple and interacting with him in the simulation had only been an experience from the "future," the feeling of being convinced by his theories, only to be disappointed in actual combat, remained vividly within him.

At this moment, in reality, before he had even met Yu Xiaogang, a seed of doubt had already been planted:

The man who might become my teacher in the future... were his theories truly correct? His theory that Blue Silver Grass was a waste Martial Soul and should develop toward poison and control?

What if my Blue Silver Grass truly possessed the bloodline of this so-called "emperor"?

The first life simulation had not only allowed him to glimpse possible fragments of the future ahead of time; it had also cast a massive stone capable of overturning everything into his seemingly peaceful childhood.

The immense mystery, his yearning for the truth, and the torment of having to wait another three months shrouded the hilltop of Holy Soul Village that morning in the invisible calm before a storm.

Meanwhile, the instigator of it all, Fu Shiyan, was in a distant ruined house, originally watching with faint satisfaction as the number on the [Lianjia Chengzhen System] interface had just struggled from [Faith Power: 100] to [Faith Power: 101].

This tiny increase proved that his first step had succeeded. Tang San had formed the most rudimentary "understanding."

However, just as he was preparing to close his eyes and rest, patiently waiting for the next opportunity to simulate—

A sudden change occurred!

The number [Faith Power: 101] jolted sharply, like ice thrown into boiling oil!

Rather than rising slowly, it seemed to break free of some restraint and began soaring at a frenzied rate that left one dumbfounded!

[Faith Power: 180! 190! 200!]

As though it had gone out of control, the number flashed and surged wildly at a speed Fu Shiyan had never imagined, nor even dared to imagine!

[280! 290! 300! 380! 390!]

It had broken a thousand! [1000! 1300! 1500! 1800!]

[3000! 3500! 3800! 3900—!]