Physical Enhancement, Tang San's Confusion

The next morning, when the first rays of sunlight pierced through the treetops, Wang Xian opened his eyes.

He stood up and stretched his body, his bones emitting a few crisp cracks, and his entire being felt an indescribable sense of lightness.

He clenched his fist, feeling that his palm was more powerful than yesterday, with even his fingertips possessing a bit more strength.

He jumped a couple of times, and his body's reaction speed and agility were also significantly better than before.

"After consuming that piece of Whale Rubber, the age of the Soul Ring I can fuse with has increased by at least a hundred years," Wang Xian said with a satisfied smile on his face.

"A huge harvest. Once I go to a bigger city in the future and buy better Whale Rubber, maybe I'll be able to fuse with a thousand-year Soul Ring for my second one."

He simply cleaned up the traces on the ground, confirmed that he hadn't left any flaws, and turned to walk in the direction of Notting City.

Notting Academy, Dorm Seven.

Tang San woke up early, took a glance at Xiao Wu beside him, and left the dormitory directly.

He practiced the Purple Demon Eye for a while under the morning sun, then headed straight toward Yu Xiaogang's office.

Yesterday, Yu Xiaogang had told him that he didn't need to attend classes and could just come to him to study.

It just so happened that Tang San had many questions in his mind.

The morning air still carried a hint of chill. He stood still under the dormitory building, facing the rising sun, his eyes narrowed slightly, with purple light faintly swirling in his pupils.

He practiced the Purple Demon Eye for a while until his eyes felt slightly swollen, then he stopped and turned toward Yu Xiaogang's office.

Yesterday, Yu Xiaogang had told him that he didn't need to attend classes and could just go find him.

Tang San happened to have quite a few questions in his heart, especially regarding yesterday's battle.

He had been defeated by Wang Xian. Although he was unwilling to admit it, it was a fact. And what he couldn't figure out most was Wang Xian's Martial Soul.

That person's Martial Soul was clearly Blue Silver Grass. Yet, it was completely different from his own.

After awakening his Martial Soul, Tang San had tried many things. He discovered that his Blue Silver Grass was no different from roadside weeds in its normal state, so fragile that it would snap with a single tug.

Only when infused with Soul Power would the blades of grass become slightly tougher, barely able to be used as a rope.

But Wang Xian's Blue Silver Grass was different.

When those pale green vines wrapped around him, he couldn't break free no matter how much strength he used.

The surface of those vines also had fine, dense barbs; the moment he exerted force, they dug into his flesh, tightening the more he struggled.

Moreover, the number of vines was astonishingly high, as if they were gushing out from Wang Xian's palms endlessly, coming from all directions, making them impossible to dodge.

For the same Martial Soul, why was the gap so large?

With this question in his heart, Tang San quickened his pace.

Soon, he arrived at the door of Yu Xiaogang's office.

The door was open, and Yu Xiaogang was sitting at the desk flipping through something.

Seeing Tang San arrive, a flash of joy crossed his eyes, but the expression on his face remained that stiff, composed look.

"Xiao San is here. Come over; I'll give you a lesson."

Tang San nodded, walked over, and sat down at the table.

Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat and began to speak.

From the classification of Martial Souls to the matching of Soul Rings, from the cultivation of Soul Power to the restraint relationships between different types, he spoke fluently, occasionally taking out some materials to substantiate his points.

Tang San listened very carefully. Having grown up in Holy Soul Village, no one had ever taught him these things.

Although Yu Xiaogang's lecture wasn't particularly profound, it benefited from his extensive collection of Martial Soul data, and he could cite various cases with ease, making his explanation sound quite professional.

Coupled with the fact that he always appeared confident when he spoke.

As a fledgling Soul Master, Tang San looked at his teacher's eloquent manner and felt even more convinced by Yu Xiaogang.

After speaking for nearly an hour, Yu Xiaogang finally stopped, picked up the teacup on the table for a sip, and said, "Let's stop here for today. You go back and rest first to digest this."

Tang San didn't move. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Teacher, I have a question."

"Speak."

"I had a fight with someone yesterday, and his Martial Soul was also Blue Silver Grass," Tang San paused, "but his Blue Silver Grass was far stronger than mine."

Yu Xiaogang's fingers paused slightly, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to calm.

"You're talking about Wang Xian, right?"

Tang San was slightly stunned: "Teacher knows him?"

"I do." Yu Xiaogang put down the teacup, his tone flat, "Like you, his Martial Soul is also Blue Silver Grass, with Innate Soul Power at level three."

"Level three?" Tang San frowned. With Innate Soul Power at level three, how could he possibly defeat him? He was Innate Full Soul Power.

"His Martial Soul is not ordinary Blue Silver Grass," Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San and said slowly, "It should be a mutation."

"A mutated Blue Silver Grass?"

"That's right. Otherwise, with the foundation of Blue Silver Grass, it would be impossible to have such powerful force."

Yu Xiaogang leaned back in his chair, his expression resolute. "Based on the situation you just described, his mutation direction should lean toward the Toughness category."

"This type of mutated Martial Soul possesses relatively strong combat power in the early stages, but that doesn't mean anything."

"The biggest problem with mutated Martial Souls is that the direction is hard to determine. One wrong step, and the Martial Soul could degenerate, or even become worse than ordinary Blue Silver Grass."

He looked at Tang San, his tone carrying a mix of comfort and confidence.

"So, you don't need to be discouraged. As long as you cultivate according to my theories and choose the appropriate Soul Rings, the strength of your Blue Silver Grass will soon be able to surpass his."

After hearing these words, Tang San's eyes lit up.

He didn't know much about Martial Souls, but Yu Xiaogang spoke with such logic that it sounded very reasonable.

Moreover, things like mutations were inherently unstable; being strong early on didn't mean being strong forever. As long as he walked the right path, surpassing Wang Xian was only a matter of time.

"Teacher, when will we go to obtain a Soul Ring?" Tang San asked hurriedly.

Yu Xiaogang thought for a moment and said, "In a few days. I need to prepare in advance. The choice of a Soul Ring cannot be sloppy; I must plan it out carefully."

Of course, the planning he spoke of was merely going to the vegetable market to buy a few white radishes for his Luo Sanpao to eat.

Wang Xian returned to the dormitory and found that Tang San was not there, but he didn't pay much attention to it and just wanted to return to his bed to cultivate.

However, he didn't expect Xiao Wu to rush over the moment she saw him return.

"Wang Xian, let's fight again! I want to be the boss!" Xiao Wu said directly.

Wang Xian turned his head and glanced at her. "You just fought me yesterday and were no match for me at all, so I won't accept your challenge."

"Come find me again once you've obtained your First Soul Ring."

After saying that, he ignored Xiao Wu and closed his eyes to begin cultivating.

"You just wait!" Xiao Wu shouted.