Tang San Was Getting Anxious: How to Cultivate the Second Martial Soul

Tang San sniffed, his face burning with pain.

He lowered his head in shame, his voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "The one who defeated me... was Lin Qingmo."

"Lin Qingmo?"

Yu Xiaogang froze when he heard the name.

He adjusted his glasses and searched his memories for it.

"Who was he? An outsider Soul Master?"

The setting sun outside the window dyed the room a warm gold, dust drifting slowly through the beams of light.

Tang San fell silent.

He bit his lower lip so hard he nearly drew blood.

"He was a Work-Study Student. He disappeared for over half a year... and only came back today."

He spoke those final words with exceptional difficulty.

"A Work-Study Student?"

Yu Xiaogang was completely stunned, his eyes widening slightly behind his lenses.

He walked over to Tang San and carefully examined his prized disciple.

Tang San's clothes were covered in dust, and his face was mottled with bruises. He had clearly suffered a crushing defeat.

A Work-Study Student from the Academy had done this?

"Yes... He returned to the Academy today, so I challenged him."

Tang San's voice grew quieter and quieter, filled with unwillingness.

"But he didn't even use his Martial Soul or Spirit Rings, and he still beat me into this state."

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

"He was arrogant. He said he could crush me without using his Martial Soul... I refused to accept it."

Laughter and chatter from distant students drifted in through the window, making the office's silence feel even heavier.

"But... I didn't even touch the corner of his clothes."

By the end, Tang San's voice was nearly inaudible.

Every detail of that battle replayed over and over in his mind—

Lin Qingmo had evaded every strand of Blue Silver Grass as if taking a leisurely stroll, moving as swiftly as the wind.

His punches had seemed casual, yet they always struck Tang San with perfect precision.

That effortless composure hurt more than any mockery could have.

Tang San lifted his head, longing gleaming in his eyes.

"Teacher, when can I cultivate my Second Martial Soul?"

The question slipped out, carrying the particular impatience of youth.

Yu Xiaogang's expression immediately turned solemn.

"Xiao San, why are you asking that?"

He crouched down until he was level with Tang San's eyes.

"Do you want to cultivate your Second Martial Soul now?"

Tang San nodded vigorously, the anticipation in his eyes nearly overflowing.

"Teacher, I'm... too weak right now."

His voice trembled with emotion.

"If I cultivate my Second Martial Soul, I can become stronger and defeat him!"

At that moment, his mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of becoming stronger.

He wanted to prove that he was inferior to no one. He wanted to wash away today's humiliation in front of Xiao Wu.

Yu Xiaogang abruptly rose to his feet, his face stern.

"No!"

His voice was resolute, echoing through the room.

"You absolutely cannot cultivate your Second Martial Soul right now!"

"Why?"

Tang San anxiously stood as well, pulling at his injuries and making him grimace in pain.

But he paid no attention to that, only staring at Yu Xiaogang.

"Teacher, I want to become stronger!"

His eyes were filled with confusion and grievance.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and suppressed the anxiety in his heart.

He walked to the window and looked at the sky gradually darkening outside.

"Xiao San, have you forgotten what I told you?"

His tone softened somewhat, though it remained firm.

"Cultivating a Second Martial Soul requires extremely harsh conditions."

"Your physical strength is insufficient right now, and your Soul Power foundation is unstable. Forcing yourself to cultivate it will damage your meridians and throw your Martial Souls into disorder."

He turned around and looked gravely at Tang San.

"It may even leave you unable to make progress for the rest of your life!"

In truth, he still had not fully understood the cultivation methods for Twin Martial Souls.

Such Martial Souls were far too rare, and there were not enough examples to study.

In this world, only one person with Twin Martial Souls had cultivated to become a Title Douluo...

Yu Xiaogang returned to Tang San's side and patted his shoulder.

"What you need to do now is strengthen the foundation of your First Martial Soul."

"Raise your Soul Power Level and become proficient in using your soul skills. That is the proper path."

His voice became earnest and heartfelt.

"There are no shortcuts on the path of cultivation. You must take it one step at a time."

Seeing Tang San's dejected expression, Yu Xiaogang sighed inwardly.

He softened his tone, gentle as a father.

"You possess Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls."

"Your future is limitless. Why rush over a single moment?"

"One failure means nothing. What matters is learning from it."

Tang San lowered his head and remained silent.

Only the ticking of the clock remained in the office.

After advising Tang San, Yu Xiaogang turned and walked toward his desk.

He rummaged through the mountain of files, papers rustling loudly.

At last, he pulled out a thick register.

"Lin Qingmo... Lin Qingmo..."

He flipped through it quickly, his finger passing over name after name.

The last trace of twilight vanished outside the window, and he lit the Soul Guidance Lamp.

Its gentle light illuminated the writing in the register.

"Found him!"

Yu Xiaogang's gaze stopped on a particular line.

He pushed up his glasses and read softly, "Lin Qingmo, enrolled at age six, Work-Study Student."

"Disappeared half a year ago, returned to the Academy today... Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass."

As he read that, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"A Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?"

A bold guess emerged in his mind.

"Could it be... that he also has Twin Martial Souls?"

The thought made his heart race.

No one understood the rarity of Twin Martial Souls better than he did.

Tang San's appearance had already given him hope of proving his theories.

If Lin Qingmo also possessed Twin Martial Souls...

Then it would be another broad road toward creating a miracle in the world of Soul Masters!

He impatiently looked further down, his breathing quickening.

"Innate Soul Power... Level Four?"

At those words, the light in Yu Xiaogang's eyes dimmed.

He shook his head in disappointment, removed his glasses, and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Impossible... Innate Soul Power Level Four. He absolutely cannot have Twin Martial Souls."

He put his glasses back on and turned to Tang San.

"Xiao San, think carefully."

"Did he really not use his Martial Soul or Spirit Rings?"

His voice carried a scholar's rigor.

"What about Soul Power fluctuations? Did you sense the aura of Spirit Rings?"

Tang San carefully recalled every moment of the battle.

Then he nodded with certainty. "He really didn't use his Martial Soul!"

"When I used Blue Silver Grass Entanglement on him, he easily dodged it."

"And from beginning to end, I never saw him reveal any Spirit Rings."

His tone was extremely certain, though it also held a trace of confusion.

Because that battle had been far too strange.

"He defeated you through physical ability alone, without using his Martial Soul or Spirit Rings?"

Yu Xiaogang stared wide-eyed in astonishment, his face full of shock.

Tang San possessed Innate Full Soul Power and had even absorbed a Century Spirit Ring.

Yet someone his own age had defeated him without even using a Martial Soul?

His fingers unconsciously tapped against the desk, producing a steady clacking sound.

His brows were tightly furrowed as he sank into deep thought.

Night had completely fallen outside, stars dotting the sky.

The glow of the Soul Guidance Lamp cast swaying shadows onto the walls.

After a long while, Yu Xiaogang raised his head.

"I think he probably has not absorbed a Spirit Ring yet."

His voice had regained its calm, carrying an analytical tone.

"A Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul with Innate Soul Power Level Four would find it extremely difficult even to cultivate to Level Ten."

"Let alone obtain a Spirit Ring. That requires hunting a Soul Beast, and he could not do that."

He stood and paced around the room.

"During the half year he was missing, he may have encountered some kind of fortuitous opportunity."

"Perhaps he ate a heavenly treasure that strengthened his body, or perhaps he was simply born with immense strength."

The lamplight stretched his shadow long, making it sway with his footsteps.

"Heavenly treasures..."

Tang San froze.

Suddenly, he thought of one possibility—Immortal Herbs!

If it had been an Immortal Herb, then anything was possible!