Tang San's Second Spirit Skill: Solitary Bamboo Pole Dance! Slaps Yu Xiaogang in Anger!

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Tang San sneered inwardly.

Hmph, fast cultivation speed?

That is only because I have the cultivation speed bonus rewarded by the Simulator!

This Grandmaster is nothing but...

Wait.

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's weathered face, then thought back to the contents of the Simulator.

Although Yu Xiaogang had indeed delayed his best window to absorb the Lone Bamboo, his insights regarding the Lone Bamboo were at least correct.

Forget it, I won't hold it against him.

Come on!

My Second-Order Pole Vault!

"Teacher!" Tang San said impatiently, "Let's go to the Soul Hunting Forest right now to find the Lone Bamboo!"

"No need."

Yu Xiaogang set down his teacup and stood up.

"Come, Little San, your teacher has long been prepared."

Tang San was stunned: "Hm?"

Yu Xiaogang walked out of the office with his hands behind his back.

Tang San hurriedly followed.

The two crossed the Notting Academy playground, passed the dormitory area, and arrived at the back mountain.

And then—

Tang San froze.

On a patch of open ground on the back mountain, a small bamboo grove was actually growing!

The emerald green bamboo swayed in the breeze, each stalk emitting a faint ripple of soul power.

Lone Bamboo!

A whole, neat little patch of it!

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

"Back when I took you to the Soul Hunting Forest and saw you finish absorbing your first Lone Bamboo soul ring, I kept it in mind."

"After returning, I made a special trip back to transplant that entire patch of Lone Bamboo here."

He looked back at Tang San, a flash of pride in his eyes?

"In preparation for your future soul ring needs."

Tang San's mouth hung open.

Teacher...

Why the hell didn't you say so earlier?!

If you had told me about this bamboo grove sooner, would I have spent every day obsessing over the Soul Hunting Forest?

But he didn't say these words out loud.

Because at this moment, only one thought filled his mind—

My Lone Bamboo!

My Second-Order Pole Vault!

"Many thanks, Teacher!"

Tang San rushed into the bamboo grove, his gaze sweeping over each stalk of Lone Bamboo.

This one is too thin, that one is too short...

This is the one!

He quickly chopped down the Lone Bamboo with the best appearance and sat down cross-legged.

A white soul ring slowly rose.

Tang San closed his eyes and began to absorb it.

Yu Xiaogang stood to the side, hands behind his back, his gaze profound.

"The disciple of this Grandmaster is truly extraordinary."

Soon, Tang San finished absorbing this white soul ring.

It took less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

He opened his eyes and jumped up in excitement.

"Hahahaha! Easy!"

Tang San stood with his hands on his hips, his face full of smugness.

When other Spirit Masters absorbed their second spirit ring, which one of them didn't suffer until they were half-dead? Which one of them didn't take three days and three nights if the age of the ring was high?

And him?

It was like child's play!

Two white spirit rings slowly rose from beneath his feet, circling around his body.

One white, two white.

Yu Xiaogang stood to the side, nodding in satisfaction.

"Not bad, Little San. The toughness of your body has definitely improved once again."

He stroked the sparse stubble on his chin, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Show me your second spirit skill."

Tang San had exactly that in mind!

He took a deep breath, imagining the dashing image of the Second-Order Pole Vault in his mind—

Leaping ten meters high! A mid-air double jump! Dodging all attacks! Earth-shatteringly cool!

"Second Spirit Skill—"

Tang San pressed his palms together, his spirit power surging.

"Solitary Bamboo Pole Dance!"

"????"

Tang San froze.

What the hell was that?

Wasn't it supposed to be the Second-Order Pole Vault?

However, the spirit skill had already been unleashed.

A stalk of Solitary Bamboo appeared out of thin air and "thwacked" into the ground.

Then, Tang San's body drifted toward that Solitary Bamboo against his will.

His hands gripped the Solitary Bamboo.

His legs wrapped around the Solitary Bamboo.

He began to gyrate.

He gyrated on the Solitary Bamboo.

One circle, two circles, three circles...

He gyrated ridiculously.

Yu Xiaogang watched this scene, and for the first time, his usually stiff face could no longer hold its composure.

The corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

His shoulders began to shake.

Finally—

"Pfft—!"

Yu Xiaogang covered his mouth, but laughter still leaked out through his fingers.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Tang San's face went from white to red, from red to purple, and from purple to black.

He didn't want to dance!

But his body was still dancing!

One circle, two circles, three circles...

Finally, the performance ended.

The Solitary Bamboo vanished, and Tang San landed on the ground.

He stood where he was, his whole body trembling.

It wasn't because he was tired.

It was because of rage.

He slowly turned his head to look at Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang was covering his mouth, his shoulders heaving as he struggled to hold back his laughter.

Tang San rushed forward and slapped him!

"Smack!"

"Where is my Second-Order Pole Vault?!"

Yu Xiaogang covered his face, his expression full of grievance: "I don't know..."

"Is this even the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo you planted?!"

"It is Solitary Bamboo, that's for sure..." Yu Xiaogang whimpered, "It's the same bamboo from around where you absorbed your first spirit ring..."

Tang San froze.

Wait a minute.

Ten-year...

"Exactly how many years old is this Solitary Bamboo?!"

Yu Xiaogang counted on his fingers: "Ten-something years, I suppose..."

"Ten-something years?!" Tang San's eyes turned red, "Exactly how many years?!"

"Four years ago it was ten..." Yu Xiaogang looked at him cautiously, "So now... it's fourteen..."

Tang San collapsed.

Fourteen years?

He wanted ten!

With a fourteen-year Solitary Bamboo spirit ring, his Pole Vault had turned into a Pole Dance!

He lunged forward and slapped him again!

"Smack!"

"It's all because of you, you idiot!"

"My life is ruined!"

Yu Xiaogang clutched both sides of his face, cowering in the corner, looking as aggrieved as a young bride.

Tang San stood where he was, staring at the two white spirit rings circling his body.

He let out a long, heaven-piercing howl—

"Ah--!!!"

Yu Xiaogang's brain raced at top speed.

No.

He had to steady him.

He remembered that burly man who had handed him the Pope Token years ago—Tang Hao.

That man was the Clear Sky Douluo, a master who killed without blinking.

If he found out he had turned his son into this...

Yu Xiaogang shuddered.

He quickly stood up and shuffled over to Tang San's side, putting on a solemn face.

"San, don't panic!"

Tang San glared at him with bloodshot eyes: "Don't panic? My Second-Order Pole Vault turned into a Pole Dance! You're telling me not to panic?!"

Yu Xiaogang extended his hands and pressed them downward.

"Listen to me! According to this Grandmaster's judgment, it doesn't matter that your second spirit skill isn't a Second-Order Pole Vault!"

"It... it is a powerful hard crowd-control skill!"

Tang San blinked: "Hard CC?"

"Exactly!" Yu Xiaogang grew more animated as he spoke, "Think about it, when this spirit skill is unleashed, who wouldn't be stunned? When the enemy is stunned, isn't that the perfect moment for you to strike?"

"Besides, the dance moves are so... so unique, the opponent will definitely be shocked! Shocked to the point of being unable to think! Isn't that just hard CC?"

"As long as you start dancing on the battlefield, everyone will be hard-controlled by you! It's incredibly powerful!"

Tang San stared at him blankly.

It seemed... to make some sense?

"Really?" His tone softened significantly.

Yu Xiaogang patted his chest.

"Absolutely!"

He tilted his head back, chin slightly raised, his eyes deep and profound.

"Do you not trust this Grandmaster of theory?"

Tang San stared at him for three seconds.

Even though he felt like something was wrong.

But... the Grandmaster's theories had never been wrong before, right?

He looked down at the two white spirit rings on his body.

Pole Vault... Pole Dance...

Perhaps... they really could work together?