Tang San felt the coldness and resilience coming from his palm, and a flicker of delight flashed through his eyes.
"Master, look at this Guzhu! Its outer skin is practically like cast pig iron—unbelievably tough! Do you think... it would be suitable as my first Spirit Ring?"
Xue Bingchen stepped forward, gave the Guzhu a cursory glance, and shook his head without hesitation.
"No."
Xue Bingchen rejected the idea outright.
"This Guzhu is, at most, around two hundred and thirty years old.
Its cultivation is far too low. It simply doesn't match your current physical condition."
Although Tang San felt somewhat regretful upon hearing his master's words, he could only nod obediently.
That was right. He had consumed two thousand years' worth of Whale Rubber and undergone marrow cleansing and tendon reforging—he was a genius!
With his master's enhancement, the limit for his first Spirit Ring was as high as eight or nine hundred years!
How could he casually absorb a two-hundred-year Guzhu?
That would be an utter waste!
"But... the characteristics of this Guzhu really suit me."
Tang San looked at the tall, straight Guzhu and sighed inwardly.
"Tall, upright, and incomparably hard... It perfectly fits my idea of taking Blue Silver Grass down a metallic, sharpened path!
If only I could find an eight-hundred-year Guzhu..."
Seeing Tang San's reluctant expression, Xue Bingchen could not help finding it amusing.
"This kid really does have a thing for bamboo."
Xue Bingchen grumbled inwardly.
"If I really let him absorb this Guzhu, wouldn't his Blue Silver Grass turn into stiff bamboo poles?
Then what would his first soul skill be called? Blue Silver Pole Vault? The image is too beautiful—I dare not look."
"Enough, stop staring. What's there to miss about a worthless two-hundred-year bamboo?"
Xue Bingchen patted Tang San on