Tang San sat on his bed, breathing steadily as he diligently cultivated.
Shrek would be up first tomorrow. They had to win in style.
He had spent eight whole years preparing for the Soul Master Tournament!
Ever since Yu Xiaogang had mentioned the Soul Master Tournament in his second year, he had worked toward it, determined to vindicate Blue Silver Grass and his teacher!
Now he realized that Blue Silver Grass really was useless. Mysterious Heaven Skill was carrying him entirely. He would have been better off absorbing ordinary plant Soul Rings back then.
At least he would only have been weak, instead of ending up in such a miserable state.
His whole body was pitch-black, and he began reeking of sour rot if he went two days without bathing. Even Xiao Wu refused to come near him. It was all Blue Silver Grass's fault.
He no longer wanted to vindicate Blue Silver Grass, but he needed to vindicate himself.
I'm not trash. I have to free myself from Blue Silver Grass dragging me down!
He was confident he could reach the finals. Even if he faced Xia Yan alone, he could put up a fight. Not with that worthless Blue Silver Grass, nor with the Clear Sky Hammer.
With Tang Sect Hidden Weapons!
The Tang Sect Hidden Weapons he had painstakingly crafted.
When the time came, he would use them concealed within Blue Silver Grass. No matter how closely the referees watched, they would notice nothing amiss.
Hmph, just wait. When the time comes, everyone's jaws will...
"Little Three..."
Suddenly, a weathered voice called out, reaching Tang San's ears as he indulged in his happy fantasies. It sounded... familiar?
Who?!
Tang San's eyes snapped open, and his whole body jolted.
Somehow, a black-robed man had appeared right in front