The Frost Illusion Butterfly returned to Chen Yumo's body, and the Spirit Ring vanished along with it. Even without summoning his Martial Soul, Chen Yumo could use the methods from his memories to perform the Simulation Spirit Skill and the Ice Mist Spirit Skill.
Self-Created Soul Skills truly were not restricted by Martial Souls, Spirit Rings, or Spirit Bones.
Over the following days, Chen Yumo continuously practiced the Simulation Spirit Skill.
Finally, on the third day, he successfully learned how to use the Simulation Spirit Skill to disguise the color of his Spirit Rings without anyone noticing anything unusual.
The second heavy blow for Gangzi was basically ready. Now, all he had to do was wait for Gangzi to take his place.
But Tang San's spirit hunting trip took an unusually long time this time.
After becoming proficient with the Simulation Spirit Skill, Chen Yumo spent another two days practicing the Ice Mist Spirit Skill before Tang San, his master, and the Nuoding Academy Dean finally returned to the academy, travel-worn and dusty.
However, seeing the smiles on their faces, nothing unexpected had likely happened during this spirit hunt. Tang San had probably obtained a Spirit Ring that satisfied him.
Especially Gangzi.
He had put on that self-important demeanor again, wearing a stiff, corpse-like expression with his hands behind his back as he pretended to be some great master. Yet the lofty arrogance between his brows only made him look especially ridiculous.
At this point, Chen Yumo found Gangzi unpleasant no matter how he looked at him.
He had originally thought that after being dealt a heavy blow by Hook Literature, Gangzi would behave himself for at least a while.
Who would have thought it really was only for a while? The man was the type to tear the roof off if he went three days without a beating.
That only strengthened Chen Yumo's resolve to keep hammering Gangzi.
Didn't you say I had twisted your theory, that I could never become a Spirit Master and would forever just be a bug with a useless Martial Soul?
Heh heh heh...
Tang San truly was in a very good mood.
With the Nuoding Academy Dean's help, he had successfully hunted a Ghost Vine that was nearly seven hundred years old as his second Spirit Ring. He had also obtained a Spirit Skill called Parasite, whose effects were extremely powerful.
Paired with his first Spirit Skill, Bind, even the useless Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass could unleash impressive control abilities.
Compared to the other useless Martial Soul in Nuoding Academy, the Ice Silkworm, his Blue Silver Grass had undoubtedly escaped the category of useless Martial Souls under the Master's guidance and become a true combat Martial Soul!
How could Tang San not be happy?
Still smiling, Tang San arrived at the entrance to Dorm Seven. Just as he was about to push open the door, he heard Wang Sheng and the others talking inside.
Wang Sheng's voice carried a trace of confusion. "Strange. How did he do it?"
Someone beside him chimed in, "It's incredible. He only has an Ice Silkworm Martial Soul, and the Master even declared him hopeless back then, saying he would never break through to become a Spirit Master in his entire life. Yet not only did he become a Spirit Master, his Martial Soul even evolved!"
Wang Sheng said, "It really makes people jealous. Tang San and the others cultivating so quickly is one thing—after all, we can't compare to the talent of Innate Full Soul Power."
"But Chen Yumo only had Innate Level One! I'm still stuck at level eight, while he's already broken through level ten!"
"Exactly. I heard Chen Yumo's first Spirit Ring is also a Hundred-Year Spirit Ring! His Martial Soul even evolved into an Ice Butterfly. He really did Break Cocoon and turn into a butterfly!"
"Oh my god, the good-for-nothing actually made a comeback!"
"Now I just want to know what expression the Master would have if he found out Chen Yumo had become a Spirit Master..."
"Shh, do you have a death wish? That's Tang San's teacher..."
As soon as those words were spoken, the noisy discussion in Dorm Seven instantly vanished without a trace.
Tang San, eavesdropping outside the door: ?
Chen Yumo's Martial Soul evolved?
He had broken out of his cocoon and turned from an Ice Silkworm into an Ice Butterfly?
"Hiss..." Tang San sucked in a breath, then silently recalled a certain noon from two years ago.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a phantom ache on his face, as though someone had been repeatedly slapping him across the face.
Not to mention, nearly everyone in Nuoding Academy knew that Chen Yumo had spent the past two years feeding Mulberry Leaves to his Ice Silkworm.
Anyone who saw him would inevitably see the Ice Silkworm in his palm, crunching away at Mulberry Leaves. Since he attended Nuoding Academy, he could not possibly avoid people, so others were bound to see it. He himself had no intention of hiding it either.
Especially after his teacher had declared that feeding a Martial Soul like this was pointless and could never help it grow, most people at Nuoding Academy had merely treated him as a joke.
They had never taken him seriously...
Tang San included.
Because he trusted Yu Xiaogang unconditionally, he had never stopped to consider why Chen Yumo could persist for two whole years. Whenever he saw him, he would only give him a cold glance before going about his own business.
And now, the person his teacher had declared incapable of becoming a Spirit Master had not only evolved his Martial Soul, but had also obtained a Hundred-Year Spirit Ring...
Just as someone in Dorm Seven had said.
Tang San began to worry as well.
Having studied under Yu Xiaogang for nearly three years, he understood all too well how much his teacher cared about his reputation.
Just hearing Wang Sheng and the others' conversation made him feel as though he had been slapped in the face. How much worse would it be for Yu Xiaogang, who had declared that Chen Yumo had no future?
By the time Tang San found Yu Xiaogang, he was huddled in a corner of his room, his hair disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, and his face twisted with despair. He kept muttering that it was impossible, impossible...
He looked completely possessed.
It could only be said that Chen Yumo had his own unique intelligence network within Nuoding Academy.
Tang San had heard that his Martial Soul had evolved in Dorm Seven. How could Gangzi, whom Chen Yumo had given special attention to, possibly have been left out?
Just as Tang San had expected.
The moment Yu Xiaogang heard the news, he immediately broke down and shouted that it was impossible in front of everyone. But Director Su plainly told him that he had witnessed it with his own eyes, and the other teachers also agreed with Director Su.
They had no reason to join forces and deceive him.
Then it had to be true.
But precisely because it was true, Yu Xiaogang broke down even harder. His emotions were even more complicated than when he had heard about his Hook Literature.
Especially when faced with the academy teachers' teasing gazes, as though they were watching a show, Yu Xiaogang had the urge to crawl into a crack in the ground.
"Theory Master?"
"You declared someone's Martial Soul useless?"
"You said he could never break through to become a Spirit Master in his entire life?"
"Life is unpredictable, Master!"
"Didn't expect the slap in the face to come so fast, did you?"
Gangzi burst out the door and fled. Behind him, there seemed to be the sound of people slapping tables and roaring with laughter.
And that was how Yu Xiaogang ended up looking the way Tang San saw him now.
"Teacher, you..." Tang San opened his mouth, then hesitated.
"Xiao San!" Hearing Tang San's voice, Yu Xiaogang suddenly came back to his senses and grabbed Tang San's hand like he had seized a lifeline.
"How could he possibly break through to become a Spirit Master? I know External Beast Martial Souls better than anyone! Even with intense external stimulation, the chance of evolution is minuscule. How could he evolve his Martial Soul so easily?"
"This is fake. I don't believe it!"
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