Blue Silver Grass Isn't Useless Grass

When Tang San returned to Notting Academy, Dorm Seven had already been bustling for the entire day.

Wang Sheng and the others had long since heard that Tang San had gone to hunt a soul beast.

Seeing him return, they immediately crowded around him.

"Tang San, did you succeed?"

"What is your First Soul Ring?"

"Is your Soul Skill powerful?"

Xiao Wu sat on the edge of her bed; though she didn't ask, her eyes were already fixed on him.

Tang San nodded.

"I succeeded."

As the words fell, he raised his right hand.

Pale blue Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his palm.

It was completely different from when it had first awakened.

The blades were thicker and tougher, with faint purple-black patterns along the edges.

A yellow soul ring rose slowly from beneath his feet.

Dorm Seven fell silent in an instant.

Then, Wang Sheng let out an exclamation.

"It really is a soul ring!"

"Tang San, you're already a one-ring Soul Master?"

Tang San nodded.

"Mm."

Xiao Wu hopped off the bed, walked up to him, and stared at the Blue Silver Grass for a long time.

"Is this your first Soul Skill?"

Tang San said, "Entanglement."

Wang Sheng's eyes lit up.

"Want to try it out?"

Tang San glanced at him.

"Are you sure?"

Wang Sheng patted his chest.

"I am the Dorm Seven... cough, I am the former boss of Dorm Seven."

Xiao Wu shot him a look.

Wang Sheng immediately corrected himself.

"Trying it out won't hurt."

Tang San did not refuse outright.

He also wanted to see how his first Soul Skill performed against a peer.

He stepped back two paces.

"Then be careful."

"First Soul Skill, Entanglement."

The Blue Silver Grass burst forth from the ground.

Before Wang Sheng could react, his legs were already bound.

The next moment, the Blue Silver Grass coiled up his legs, locking his arms in place as well.

Wang Sheng was startled and immediately exerted force, trying to break free.

But the toughness of the Blue Silver Grass was far greater than he had imagined.

The more he struggled, the tighter it became.

The most troublesome part was the mild toxin on the blades, which made his arms feel somewhat numb.

"Stop, stop, stop."

Wang Sheng shouted in a hurry.

Tang San immediately retracted his Soul Skill.

Wang Sheng plopped onto the floor, his face full of shock.

"Is this really still Blue Silver Grass?"

The other Work-Study Students were stunned.

They had always known Blue Silver Grass to be a trash martial soul.

Yet, the Blue Silver Grass before their eyes looked nothing like a trash martial soul.

It could bind people.

It could restrict movement.

It could even carry poison.

At the very least, for Low-Rank Soul Masters like them, it was already quite difficult to deal with.

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up as well.

"Not bad at all."

Tang San retracted his soul ring, his expression devoid of arrogance.

"The Soul Skill effect is good, but the weaknesses are also obvious."

Xiao Wu asked, "What weaknesses?"

"Range."

Tang San said.

"If the opponent is very fast and can close the distance before the Blue Silver Grass fully expands, I become very passive."

"Also, someone with excessive strength can break free."

Upon hearing this, Wang Sheng felt a bit awkward.

He hadn't been able to break free just now.

Tang San added another sentence.

"Of course, it should be enough against Soul Masters of the same rank."

Wang Sheng: "..."

He could have skipped that last part.

Xiao Wu laughed out loud.

"Then do you want to try it with me?"

Tang San looked at her.

"Are you sure?"

Xiao Wu flexed her wrists.

"Of course."

Wang Sheng and the others immediately retreated.

They were well aware of Xiao Wu's strength.

The new boss of Dorm Seven wasn't just for show.

Tang San didn't underestimate her either.

He knew Xiao Wu was very fast, agile, and that her Soft Bone Rabbit martial soul possessed considerable explosive power.

This was the perfect way to test the shortcomings of his Blue Silver Grass.

"Let's begin."

The moment the words fell, Xiao Wu had already charged forward.

Her speed was far greater than Wang Sheng's.

Tang San raised his hand to release the Blue Silver Grass, but Xiao Wu gave a light jump, leaping over the binding range of the grass like a rabbit.

Tang San retreated.

A second strand of Blue Silver Grass emerged from the side.

Xiao Wu twisted her body, dodging the grass, and reached Tang San in the blink of an eye.

The hidden weapons in Tang San's sleeves stirred slightly.

But he did not strike.

This was a spar.

Not a life-or-death battle.

The next moment, Xiao Wu's hand was already resting on his shoulder.

"You lost."

Tang San nodded.

"Mm."

Xiao Wu tilted her head.

"Why aren't you using that strange footwork of yours?"

"I am."

Tang San said.

"But your speed is faster than I anticipated."

Xiao Wu smiled.

"Glad you know."

Tang San did not feel ashamed.

On the contrary, he was even clearer about his own shortcomings.

After obtaining his First Soul Ring, the control capabilities of his Blue Silver Grass had indeed improved significantly.

However, when truly facing a Soul Master with extreme speed, he was still easily closed in upon.

The words Xie Yue had spoken earlier surfaced in his mind once again.

The first priority for a Control-type Soul Master is not to control others.

It is to control the distance.

Tang San lowered his head to look at the Blue Silver Grass in his palm.

That statement was spot on.

Martial Soul City.

Meow Meow watched the images within the Soul-Calming Bell and nodded in satisfaction.

"Xiao Wu's speed is indeed quite good."

"Tang San has also discovered his own problem."

Bibi Dong sat to the side and said indifferently, "He learns very quickly."

"Mm."

Meow Meow flicked his tail.

"That is how smart people are."

"You give him a little something, and he can think further on his own."

Bibi Dong looked at the Blue Silver Grass in the image.

"You mentioned yesterday that you wanted to plant grass."

"Not just ordinary planting."

Meow Meow waved a paw.

A scroll of Blue Silver Grass Research Data appeared on the tabletop.

"Blue Silver Grass is spread across the entire continent and possesses immense vitality."

"A single blade is useless."

"But if a vast field of Blue Silver Grass is connected together, it becomes very interesting."

Bibi Dong looked at him.

"You want to use Blue Silver Grass to transmit messages?"

"It could be tested for short distances."

Meow Meow nodded.

"But not through the kind of bloodline control Tang San uses."

"What This Meow intends to do is borrow the life force of the Blue Silver Grass to establish a form of low-rank soul power sensing."

"For example, planting a field of Blue Silver Grass outside the Martial Soul Hall School."

"When the children are cultivating, if their soul power surges erratically, the Blue Silver Grass will react."

"If there is an aura of pollution nearby, the Blue Silver Grass will also wither in a patch first."

"This can serve as an early warning system."

Bibi Dong's eyes flickered slightly.

This idea was not extravagant, but it was highly practical.

Especially if the Martial Soul Hall School were to expand significantly, the safety of low-rank Soul Masters would be a major issue.

"Can it be done?"

"We shall try."

Meow Meow said.

"Blue Silver Grass is too common, which actually makes it suitable for widespread use."

"We can't exactly station a pack of Holy Fire Cats at every single school."

"Cats get tired, too."

Bibi Dong glanced at him.

"Are you sure it isn't that the cats would just slack off?"

Meow Meow pretended not to hear.

He flipped open the Blue Silver Grass Research Data and quickly found the most fundamental cultivation methods.

Common Blue Silver Grass did not require a special environment.

However, if the soil were purified with holy fire and supplemented with a small amount of soul power guidance, it could be made more sensitive to soul power fluctuations.

It wasn't powerful.

But it was enough.

The more Meow Meow read, the more he felt this had potential.

"Notting City would be the perfect place to start."

Bibi Dong asked, "Because of Tang San?"

"Also because there is someone with Innate Full Soul Power in Blue Silver Grass there," Meow Meow said earnestly.

"If the children in Notting City all knew that Blue Silver Grass isn't just a useless weed, then many commoner children with plant-type martial souls would have more confidence in the future."

"Martial souls aren't necessarily weak."

"It's just that no one knows how to use them."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly.

This statement was significant.

She picked up a file and said, "In the past awakening records of the Martial Soul Hall, the proportion of plant-type low-soul-power individuals is very high."

"A large number of them were judged to have no cultivation value."

Meow Meow looked at her.

"Don't write them off like that in the future."

"Change it to—Under Observation."

Bibi Dong's eyebrows twitched.

"All of them?"

"At least start with the plant-types."

Meow Meow said.

"Some martial souls might look weak at first, but if you find the right direction, they can still play a role."

"For example, Blue Silver Grass can be used for control."

"Ordinary vines can be used for binding."

"Herb-type martial souls can be used for healing or medicine."

"Food-type martial souls might even be able to help with farming."

Bibi Dong's expression turned strange upon hearing the last sentence.

"Soul Masters farming?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Meow Meow was righteous and confident.

"A Soul Master who can double the yield of an acre of land is no worse than a Low-Rank Soul Master who only knows how to fight."

Bibi Dong fell silent.

This didn't sound like common sense in the world of Soul Masters.

But thinking about it carefully, it actually made sense.

The vast majority of people on the Douluo Continent were not Soul Masters.

They needed food, they needed medicinal herbs, and they needed to live.

If Low-Rank Soul Masters could play a role in these areas, the influence of the Martial Soul Hall on commoners would be even deeper.

Moreover, such Soul Masters wouldn't have to be forced into combat.

They could also have their own place.

"You're trying to establish new disciplines again."

Bibi Dong said.

Meow Meow's eyes lit up.

"Plant-Type Application Course?"

Bibi Dong pressed a hand to her forehead.

She had known it.

Whenever this cat started thinking, a bunch of new school subjects would inevitably follow.

"Write the plan first."

"You write it."

"This Meow is responsible for the conceptualization."

Bibi Dong stared at him.

Meow Meow felt a bit guilty under her gaze and immediately lowered his head to lick his paws.

"How about we let Yue Guan write it?"

Bibi Dong thought for a moment.

"That works."

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan loved flowers by nature and was most interested in plant-type martial souls and medicinal herbs.

Having him write it was indeed appropriate.

Meow Meow was satisfied.

"This is called making the best use of everyone."

"And making the best use of a cat's laziness."

Bibi Dong added.

Meow Meow: "..."

Notting City.

After Tang San successfully obtained his First Soul Ring, the Martial Soul Hall School soon received the news.

Su Yuntao personally organized and filed the soul-hunting record.

It read:

[Tang San, Blue Silver Grass martial soul.]

[First Soul Ring: Datura Serpent.]

[First Soul Skill: Entanglement.]

[Soul-hunting process followed the registered target; no record of indiscriminate killing.]

The Branch Hall Master nodded after reading it.

"Well done."

Su Yuntao said, "This child is very steady."

The Branch Hall Master agreed.

"Send a copy of this record to Martial Soul City."

"Additionally, have the school prepare a Blue Silver Grass Experimental Plot."

Su Yuntao was stunned.

"A Blue Silver Grass Experimental Plot?"

"It's a new order from above."

The Branch Hall Master handed him the document.

"Martial Soul Hall will be piloting a plant-type martial soul application course in Notting City."

"Blue Silver Grass will serve as the basic teaching specimen."

Su Yuntao looked at the document, speechless for a long time.

Blue Silver Grass.

A basic teaching specimen.

If this were before, he would have thought this was meaningless.

Blue Silver Grass was everywhere.

What was there to teach?

But after just seeing the record of Tang San's First Soul Skill, he no longer dared to think that way.

Perhaps Blue Silver Grass was not truly useless after all.

At the very least, it shouldn't be written off so easily.

"I will go make the arrangements."

Su Yuntao spoke.

The Branch Hall Master added one more instruction.

"Don't make too much of a scene."

"Just let the children know."

"Especially those children with plant-type Martial Souls."

Su Yuntao nodded.

"Understood."

A few days later, a small patch of Blue Silver Grass appeared outside the Martial Soul Hall School in Notting City.

At first, the children all found it strange.

Planting flowers or trees at the school was understandable.

But what was the point of planting Blue Silver Grass?

However, after the first Plant-Type Application Course, many of the children changed their minds.

Su Yuntao held the Meow Meow Chalk and wrote on the wooden board:

Weakness does not equal uselessness.

Afterward, he had the children observe the Blue Silver Grass.

Under the sunlight, the slender Blue Silver Grass swayed with the breeze.

It was as ordinary as could be.

But when a child with a plant-type Martial Soul released their soul power, the nearby Blue Silver Grass actually leaned gently toward them.

The children exclaimed in surprise.

"They're reacting!"

Su Yuntao nodded.

"Although Blue Silver Grass is weak, it has a natural sensitivity to life soul power."

"If used well, it can become a tool to assist with perception."

"It can also help low-level plant-type Soul Masters understand the flow of soul power."

A child whose Martial Soul was Wild Grass asked in a low voice:

"Then is the Wild Grass Martial Soul useful, too?"

Su Yuntao looked at him.

"Of course."

"As long as you find the right direction, it is useful."

The child's eyes lit up instantly.

Not far away, Tang San also stood to the side, listening to the lesson.

He looked at that patch of Blue Silver Grass, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

Those Blue Silver Grass seemed to be reacting to him.

Stronger than they did to the other children.

When he stepped closer, the entire patch of grass began to sway gently.

Xiao Wu stood beside him and whispered, "They seem to really like you."

Tang San looked at her.

"You felt it too?"

"Mm."

Xiao Wu nodded.

"It's quite obvious."

Tang San looked down at the Blue Silver Grass.

He suddenly felt that his Martial Soul might be even more special than he had imagined.

Grandmaster stood in the distance, watching this scene with a solemn expression.

The Blue Silver Grass was reacting strongly to Tang San.

This proved that Tang San's Martial Soul was by no means ordinary.

Yet, these phenomena had been showcased by the Martial Soul Hall School first.

A familiar feeling stirred in Grandmaster's heart once again.

It was as if the words he hadn't yet had the chance to speak had been laid out on the table by the Martial Soul Hall in advance.

He did not like this feeling.

Yet, one had to admit that Tang San had indeed gained more food for thought because of this.

"Blue Silver Grass..."

Grandmaster murmured in a low voice.

"It seems I need to re-examine it."

Xiao Wu glanced at Grandmaster.

For some reason, she felt that the way this Grandmaster looked at Tang San was a bit strange.

It was like looking at a person.

And yet, it was also like looking at an object that could prove something.

She did not like it very much.

So, she shifted a step closer to Tang San.

Tang San did not notice this.

He was still looking at the Blue Silver Grass.

The wind blew gently.

A strand of Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his finger.

It was very light.

As if it were responding to something.

Martial Soul City.

Meow Meow watched the scene within the Soul-Calming Bell and nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad."

"The Blue Silver Grass thread has also been set in motion."

Bibi Dong said, "Tang San will discover that his martial soul is not ordinary much earlier."

"Mm."

Meow Meow did not deny it.

"But that doesn't matter."

"Discovering it early doesn't mean he will awaken the Blue Silver Emperor immediately."

"On the contrary, it will allow him to ask a few more questions."

"The more he asks, the less likely he is to be led by the nose by a single theory."

Bibi Dong looked at him.

"You have been weakening Yu Xiaogang's influence on him."

Meow Meow's tail paused.

"Is it that obvious?"

Bibi Dong did not speak.

Meow Meow coughed.

"It doesn't count as weakening."

"It's just giving Tang San more choices."

"If Yu Xiaogang truly has the ability, then he will still be able to teach Tang San well."

"If he is only relying on this special disciple, Tang San, to prove himself, then he will have a very difficult time."

Bibi Dong lowered her eyes.

"You have deep prejudices against him."

Meow Meow did not shy away.

"Mm."

Bibi Dong raised her gaze.

Meow Meow said earnestly, "But it is not because of you."

Bibi Dong's fingertips paused slightly.

Meow Meow continued, "At least, not entirely."

"This Meow simply feels that if a person is always thinking about proving themselves, it is very easy to lose sight of others."

"Tang San is a person, not a theoretical sample."

"You are also a person, not a shadow from his past that he uses for nostalgia and regret."

The hall fell silent.

Bibi Dong did not speak.

After a long while, she finally whispered:

"You cat, you're talking more and more."

Meow Meow blinked.

"Then do you want to listen?"

Bibi Dong looked at him.

"Listen."

Meow Meow's tail swayed gently.

"Then I'll tell you slowly in the future."

He did not continue to press her.

Some things were enough said up to this point.

Any more, and it would hurt.

The system prompt chimed softly at this moment.

[Ding, Bibi Dong's old wounds triggered, not intensified.]

[Ding, Host has successfully reduced the emotional impact of Yu Xiaogang's past on Bibi Dong.]

[Meow Wish Value +80.]

Meow Meow did not show any reaction.

He simply rested his head gently against Bibi Dong's hand.

Bibi Dong raised her hand and stroked his head.

The pressure was very light.

As if she were afraid of shattering this sliver of quiet.

Outside the window, the night wind of Martial Soul City blew past.

Over in Notting City, the Blue Silver Grass was still swaying gently.

A very small seed had already been quietly planted.