Assault, Control, Support

After hearing Nan Feng's explanation, Tang San's eye twitched wildly, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"No, no, forget it! Teacher, then what level of soul ring do you think my Blue Silver Grass should hunt now?"

"That depends on which path you want to take." Nan Feng continued walking forward and casually asked, "Which direction do you think your Blue Silver Grass should develop toward?"

Tang San froze for a moment. After thinking for a while, he answered, "My martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. This thing is everywhere and extremely fragile. During this time, I've read some basic materials about the world of soul masters. Plant-type trash martial souls like this, if they can cultivate at all, generally take the control route, using the plants' toughness to bind and restrain enemies."

"Your Blue Silver Grass can actually take any of the three paths—assault, control, or support," Nan Feng said calmly.

"Blue Silver Grass... as an assault type?!" Tang San looked utterly stunned.

"You don't need to care about other people's Blue Silver Grass. Yours is rather special. Ordinary Blue Silver Grass definitely can't take the assault route, but yours absolutely can."

Nan Feng did not explain the matter of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline. Instead, he changed the subject. "However, I absolutely do not recommend that you take the assault route."

"Why?"

"Because you have the Clear Sky Hammer, idiot."

Nan Feng looked at him as if he were intellectually disabled. "When it comes to direct offense and explosive power, no martial soul on the entire continent can compare to the Clear Sky Hammer. You have the number-one damage-dealing artifact in the world and refuse to use it, insisting on taking a blade of grass to clash head-on with others as an assault type? That's like