Blue Silver Grass Forever Devoid of Vitality, Tang San's Emptiness

Recently, Tang San rarely comes to Yu Xiaogang for advice.

Even daily encounters are somewhat deliberately alienated.

Yu Xiaogang just feels like he has good intentions, but is being treated like a donkey.

The frustration in my heart surged endlessly, almost overflowing from my heart.

He has been immersed in the study of Martial Soul Theory for half his life.

Born Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he is the direct son of Clan Head.

He should have a bright and smooth road that others would envy.

However, due to the malignant mutation of Martial Soul, Soul Power was trapped at level 29 for life, being spurned by his family and ridiculed by the world.

Everyone called him a waste and a disgrace to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

His body was restricted by Mutated Martial Soul, but his mind never stopped studying.

I have spent half my life working hard to polish Martial Soul Theory, just to prove my worth to the world.

I once thought that Tang San was the best practitioner of his lifelong theory and his only hope to break the prejudices of the world.

But now, his most valued disciple doesn't understand him, his beloved woman is avoiding him, and his proud theory seems to be crumbling bit by bit.

Yu Xiaogang was sitting at the desk, feeling completely exhausted.

An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness engulfed his whole being.

After thinking for a long time, Yu Xiaogang finally stood up.

I decided to go find Tang San and have a good talk.

He always believed that as long as the stakes were explained clearly, Tang San would definitely understand his painstaking efforts.

After adjusting his clothes, he turned around and walked out of the office, heading towards the dormitory area of Shrek students.

The afternoon sun passes through the sycamore leaves of the Academy, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.

Yu Xiaogang paid no attention to the surrounding scenery.

Along the way, students from the Blue Tyrant Academy kept passing him by, looking at him with contempt.

This contempt is not only due to Soul Power, who is trapped in level 29.

What's more, they already hate this group of people from Shrek.

The students of the Blue Tyrant Academy all found out that after the people like you Shrek came.

Not only did they take away their qualification to participate in Soul Master Tournament, they also took away most of the resources.

Yu Xiaogang couldn't care less about these piercing eyes at the moment, and his mind was full of things to say to Tang San.

The pace went faster and faster, and soon we arrived at the door of Tang San's dormitory.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no response.

"Xiao San, are you there? I have something to talk to you about."

I knocked harder twice more, but there was still silence.

"Well, this is... the smell of blood?"

A faint smell of blood drifted out from the crack in the door.

Yu Xiaogang felt tense and reached out to push open the dormitory door.

The moment the door opened, a dazzling scene burst into his field of vision.

Tang San was lying on the cold floor of the dormitory, his face was as pale as paper, and there were dazzling red blood stains hanging from the corners of his mouth.

His eyes were closed tightly, his breath was weak, and he had fallen into a deep coma.

"Xiao San!!!"

Yu Xiaogang's footsteps suddenly quickened and he rushed to Tang San's side.

My heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and even my breathing became rapid.

His voice was filled with extreme panic as he shouted outside.

"Someone! Come quickly! Oscar! Come here quickly!"

Not long after the shouting ended, a figure hurried in.

"Grandmaster, are you looking for me?"

Oscar asked doubtfully.

Isn't this Tang San's dormitory?

Seeing Tang San lying unconscious on the ground, his expression changed slightly.

"Tang San What happened to him?"

Yu Xiaogang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and his voice was shaking uncontrollably.

"As soon as I came in, I saw him lying on the ground, unconscious and vomiting blood."

"Oscar, quickly, use your Recovery Sausage!"

When Oscar heard this, a trace of reluctance flashed across his face, but he immediately urged Martial Soul.

"I Have a Big Sausage!"

The yellow Spirit Ring light flashed, and a Recovery Sausage emitting bright white light appeared in his hand.

He pinched open Tang San's mouth and roughly fed Sausage in.

Sausage enters the abdomen, and the power of the medicine slowly dissipates.

Tang San's breath finally became a little calmer, no longer as weak as before.

Oscar stared at Tang San, who was still unconscious, and curled his lips.

"Tang San Could it be that he has gone crazy in his cultivation?"

The voice was very low, and it was filled with a bit of yin and yang aura.

Yu Xiaogang frowned even more when he heard Oscar's words.

But now, all his thoughts are on Tang San, and he has no time to pay attention to Oscar's tone.

His eyes were firmly fixed on Tang San, fearing that something would happen to him again.

Not long after, Tang San's eyelashes trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were distracted.

It took a while before he finally focused and saw clearly the two people surrounding him.

"Teacher?"

Yu Xiaogang Seeing that he woke up, most of his worries were finally relieved.

"Xiao San, are you awake? How are you? What happened? Why did you suddenly vomit blood and fall into coma?"

"..."

Tang San didn't answer him immediately.

He struggled to sit up.

"Ahem!"

There was a tearing pain in my chest, and I couldn't help coughing.

Another trace of light red blood foam overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

There was deep panic and confusion in his eyes.

He immediately activated Soul Power and released his own Martial Soul.

Blue Silver Grass spread from his palm.

But the Blue Silver Grass in front of him was completely different from the resilient and vibrant appearance before.

At this moment, Blue Silver Grass has a dim luster, its leaves are wilted and curled up, and it has completely lost its former vitality.

The most basic Soul Power fluctuations have become extremely weak.

Even his most familiar blood connection with Blue Silver Grass has become intermittent and almost severed.

Tang San lowered his eyes and looked at Blue Silver Grass who was languid in the palm of his hand, his body trembling slightly.

His voice was filled with panic and confusion. "Teacher... what happened to my Martial Soul... my Blue Silver Grass?"

"I have been holding back my energy these days and practicing day and night. I just want to improve my strength as soon as possible."

"I was just running Soul Power impact bottleneck, and suddenly I felt that the connection between me and Blue Silver Grass was cut off by something."

"An extremely strong repulsive force burst out from the origin of Blue Silver Grass, directly impacting my meridians, and then I lost consciousness."

"I always feel like I've lost something important."

"Teacher, what on earth is going on?"

Tang San asked somewhat urgently.

The hollow feeling of losing something was so strong that it still has a lingering feeling to this day.

"Martial Soul problem?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes fell on the sluggish Blue Silver Grass, his brows furrowed deeply and twisted into a tight knot.

He has studied Martial Soul Theory for half his life and has seen countless cases of Martial Soul being damaged, Martial Soul Mutation, and Martial Soul backlashing.

But he has never seen the origin of Martial Soul actively reject its own host.

This completely exceeded all his theoretical knowledge.

He had no idea what the problem was with Tang San and Martial Soul, let alone the corresponding solution.