Cloud and Mud Difference

"This... this is Blue Silver Grass?!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Ordinary Blue Silver Grass was thin, humble.

But this one in front of him...

Well...

Slightly better than the ordinary kind.

But that wasn't the key point.

The key point was that this awakening, starting from the most fundamental level, was feeding back into the host himself.

Tang San only felt that deep within his body, the heavy shackle that had always tightly locked his bloodline seemed to emit a faint sound of loosening.

It was merely a crack opening.

But that was enough to let a surge of unprecedented, fresh vitality flow through his limbs and bones along that crack.

He slowly opened his eyes.

His originally ordinary eyes became clearer, deeper.

If one observed closely, they could catch an extremely faint hint of blue in the depths of his gaze.

The lines of his features also softened slightly, shedding a bit of rustic air.

If before he was someone you'd lose in a crowd, now at least, after a bit of tidying up, he could barely be presentable.

"Hoo—"

Tang San exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. He touched his now-smooth cheek in slight bewilderment, then looked at the spot where the plant had vanished, replaced by a miniature Golden Sun Crown Sunflower Projection floating by his shoulder.

That little fellow was sitting cross-legged on Tang San's shoulder, stretching lazily, then munching on its own seeds.

"This..."

Tang San stood up, feeling the surging Soul Power within him and that strange sensation of being able to converse with plants, completely stunned.

He turned his head to look at the man leaning against the tree, still calmly eating sunflower seeds, his voice trembling:

"Brother Su... what happened to me..."

Su Yun spat out a sunflower seed shell, gave Tang San, who had undergone a successful minor makeover, an up-and-down look, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad. Looks like it went well."

"See, I told you."

Su Yun glanced at Grandmaster, who had collapsed to the ground nearby, eyes vacant as if his soul had been drained.

"The most important thing is still matching backgrounds."

All of Tang San's attention was focused on his own body, his eyes flickering with barely contained ecstasy.

"Unbelievable..."

As a Tang Sect disciple who had lived two lives, he knew too well that the body was the vessel for cultivation.

Before, his body was frail, his meridians dry and rough, and the circulation of Mysterious Heaven Skill sluggish—like pushing a cart on a muddy path.

But now...

The internal energy circulation of Mysterious Heaven Skill had actually doubled in speed!

The originally blocked and difficult Eight Extraordinary Meridians, under the scouring of this pure Solar Power, though not fully opened, had been widened a trace!

That feeling was like a long-clogged, dry riverbed suddenly injected with a stream of warm, living water.

Though it hadn't yet become a surging river, the smoothness and comfort during circulation were far beyond before!

"The bottleneck of the first level of Mysterious Heaven Skill... is broken."

"No, not just broken—this power is even pushing me racing toward the second level!"

What shocked Tang San even more was his state of mind.

In his past life as an outer disciple of the Tang Sect, he was used to walking in the shadows, used to scheming and cold-bloodedness.

But at this moment, the gloom that had always shrouded his heart seemed to have been melted away by the sunflower Soul Spirit on his shoulder.

Standing in the sunlight, he only felt warm all over, his heart filled with unprecedented sunshine and hope.

Why should he lurk in the shadows?

Standing openly in the sun, crushing everything with absolute foundation—wasn't that more satisfying?

Tang San took a deep breath, ignoring the surging power in his body, and hurriedly straightened his slightly messy clothes.

He turned around, facing the still-casual man, his expression solemn to the extreme, even carrying a hint of reverent fear.

He bowed deeply, hands clasped and raised above his head, performing a grand salute.

This bow, he held for a long time, not daring to rise.

"Mr. Su..."

Tang San's voice trembled slightly, from extreme excitement and gratitude.

"Tang San is but a mortal eye, a well frog. Without sir's thunderous guidance today, I might have wasted half my life on that wrong path, mistaking pearls for fish eyes..."

He held his bowing posture, voice low: "Now the chronic ailments within me are gone, and my Eight Extraordinary Meridians have loosened by more than half! My cultivation speed has more than doubled..."

"For someone like Tang San, such means are nothing less than defying fate."

"A great kindness needs no words of thanks. In the future, if sir has any orders, even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of fire..."

"This life of Tang San's is yours!"

"Wow! Adoptive Father is incredible!"

The others nearby couldn't understand the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, but they could see the change in Tang San!

Red Hair was trembling with excitement, his gaze at Su Yun completely transformed.

If before he feared Su Yun because of the gun in his hand, now he was utterly convinced by the knowledge in Su Yun's mind.

"Brothers, you don't know shit!"

Red Hair slapped Green Hair on the forehead and pointed at Su Yun, speaking loudly.

"This is real great learning!"

"The teachers at the academy only recite textbooks, teaching us to hunt and absorb. But Adoptive Father? Adoptive Father directly rewrites the rules!"

"What is a contract? What is a Soul Spirit? This is... this is a divine skill!"

Red Hair ran up to Su Yun, rubbing his hands together ingratiatingly.

"Adoptive Father, you know way too much, don't you? This method is practically a miracle! Such earth-shattering great learning couldn't possibly come from a small place like Notting City—it's a true dragon."

"Give us a hint, could you be... an Offering Elder from Martial Soul City on a secret inspection?"

Su Yun calmly cracked a melon seed, glancing at them.

"Knowledge changes fate. Read more books, fight less."

Just then, a staggering figure walked over.

Yu Xiaogang's face was pale, a Testing Crystal Ball clutched tightly in his hand.

His worldview was undergoing an earthquake, but he still refused to give up—he had to see the data with his own eyes.

"Tang San... test... test it..."

Grandmaster's voice was hoarse, as if every word was squeezing blood from his throat.

Tang San nodded and placed his hand on the crystal ball.

Hum—!

There was no suspense.

Dazzling blue-gold light instantly filled the entire crystal ball, its brilliance even spilling over the surface, forming a halo.

"This..."

Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at the scale on the crystal ball, his pupils violently contracting.

"Soul Power... Level 14... no, Level 14 peak?!"

"How is this possible... how is this possible..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered incoherently to himself.

"How can he jump four levels in a row? And without any sign of unstable foundations?"

"Thud."

The notebook in Yu Xiaogang's hand fell to the ground.

On the page, the line "Waste Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, must take the Poison Attribute Control Path" was glaring, laughable.

That notebook, which he treasured as his Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, now lay open in the mud.

If his theory held, Tang San should now be a Soul Master at Soul Power Level 12, wielding poisonous Blue Silver Grass.

But now...

Standing before him was a prodigy at Soul Power Level 14 peak, with a light attribute.

A cloud and mud difference!

"Wrong... all wrong..."

Yu Xiaogang's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

He stared at the notebook and let out a bitterly miserable laugh.