Gangzi Comes Calling Again!

In the original story, when Tang San received the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges, he didn't show greed, but rather curiosity and appreciation.

As a child who loved studying hidden weapons and pondering mechanisms, how could he not be interested in a belt with storage functions?

Thinking of this, Huang Fei's lips curled up involuntarily.

Let Tang San go talk to Yu Xiaogang.

Let Tang San go ask for the benefits.

And he, Huang Fei, wouldn't have to do a thing; he would just sit back and wait for the system to give him something better.

This was reasonable.

This was very reasonable.

He only needed to watch from the sidelines and occasionally offer a word of "reminder" so that Tang San wouldn't be led around by the nose by Yu Xiaogang entirely.

As for everything else, let Tang San experience, judge, and strive for it himself.

After all, Tang San was the one who needed to establish himself in this world.

And he, Huang Fei?

He just needed to lie back and relax.

Huang Fei sighed in satisfaction, pulled the quilt up to his chin, and closed his eyes.

Beside him, Tang San finished his meal, tidied up the bowls, and turned his head to see Huang Fei looking like he was about to fall asleep, his mouth twitching.

"You're going to sleep again?"

"Mm." Huang Fei responded vaguely, "To not sleep after a full meal is a crime against nature."

Tang San: "...Aren't you afraid of getting fat?"

"So what if I get fat? Getting fat just means I'm living better than everyone else."

Tang San had nothing to say.

He turned his head and saw Xiao Wu opposite them looking at Huang Fei with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Tang San asked.

Xiao Wu shook her head, her ponytail swaying behind her.

"Nothing. I just think this person..." she pointed at Huang Fei, who had already closed his eyes, "...is so weird."

Tang San gave a bitter smile.

"You'll get used to it."

In the office, Yu Xiaogang had completely calmed down.

He spread out his notebook again and drew a diagram on a blank page.

On the left was Tang San, and on the right was Huang Fei.

Under Tang San, he drew an upward arrow and wrote "Worth winning over."

Under Huang Fei, he drew a downward arrow and wrote "Give up."

He put down his pen, crossed his hands on the desk, and let his gaze fall on the diagram.

Winning over Tang San was enough.

The Twin Martial Souls experiment didn't need two subjects; one complete case was enough to prove his theory.

Once Tang San grew up under his guidance, and once Tang San displayed astonishing talent and strength, everyone's mouths would be shut.

Including that kid surnamed Huang.

When that time came, he would walk right up to Huang Fei and ask him one question.

"Didn't you say my theories were no good? Then where did all of Tang San's achievements come from? Was it what I taught him, or what he figured out on his own?"

Yu Xiaogang imagined that scene, a cold sneer appearing on his lips.

He needed to wait for an opportunity.

An opportunity when Huang Fei wasn't by Tang San's side.

He had waited for so many years; a day or two more wouldn't hurt.

Over the next two days, Huang Fei did one very simple thing.

He "disappeared" from Tang San's side.

Of course, he didn't actually disappear. He just stopped sticking to Tang San's side every moment like before, instead spending more time sleeping.

He slept in Dormitory Seven, and he slept outside Dormitory Seven.

He slept under the big tree, and he slept on the playground.

He slept wherever he went, living like a human-shaped mobile bed.

At first, Tang San wasn't quite used to it.

Since they were small, although Huang Fei was lazy, he rarely strayed too far from Tang San.

Especially after arriving in Nuoding City, the two were almost inseparable.

But these past few days, Huang Fei seemed to have suddenly developed a deeper pursuit of sleep; he would frequently wave his hand and say, "You go ahead and get busy, I'll nap for a bit," before collapsing onto any available surface and drifting into dreamland within three seconds.

Tang San didn't think much of it, assuming Huang Fei's nature had finally triumphed over his reason, returning him to his true self of "never sitting if one can lie down."

Because of this, Tang San found himself with more time alone.

He maintained his cultivation rhythm every single day.

In the morning, he meditated on the Mysterious Heaven Skill; in the morning, he practiced the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track in the academy's open space; in the afternoon, he went to the library to read; and at night, he continued his meditation.

His rhythm was as regular as a precision machine.

And all of this was being watched by a pair of eyes.

Yu Xiaogang had waited two days and finally found the opportunity he wanted.

That afternoon, Tang San emerged from the library holding a copy of Basic Theory of Plant Martial Souls, walking along the path behind the teaching building toward the dormitory area.

As he reached the side of that Old Locust Tree, a voice rang out from behind him.

"Tang San."

Tang San paused his steps and turned his head.

Yu Xiaogang stood not far behind him, still dressed in black, still wearing that deliberately profound expression.

But his expression was much softer than last time, and there was even a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"Master." Tang San greeted him politely, his tone courteous but distant.

He was not as curious as he had been last time, nor did he show any enthusiasm.

After the "popular science" lesson from Wang Sheng that day, Tang San's impression of this "Fart Master" had been greatly diminished.

But Yu Xiaogang did not care about Tang San's coldness.

He smiled, walked to Tang San's side, and naturally began to walk forward shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

"Tang San, I know that the incident last time gave you and your friend some opinions about me."

Yu Xiaogang got straight to the point, his tone frank. "I don't want to offer any more explanations. I came to find you today because I want to talk to you about the Blue Silver Grass again."

Tang San did not stop walking, but he did not refuse either.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang felt reassured and continued.

"Over the past two days, I have carefully studied the developmental path of the Blue Silver Grass martial soul. Combining my more than twenty years of theoretical accumulation, I can tell you very responsibly—the path of the Blue Silver Grass is viable. As long as you cultivate according to my theories, following a control and poison route for your first three or even fourth spirit rings, your Blue Silver Grass will become a powerful martial soul that integrates control, attrition, and sustained damage."

He spoke quickly, as if afraid Tang San would interrupt him.

"Poison?" Tang San frowned, but he did not immediately refute it.

"That's right, poison." Yu Xiaogang nodded. "The Blue Silver Grass itself is fragile; frontal combat is not its strength. But if it can release toxins, adding paralysis and corrosive effects while binding the enemy, it transforms from a trash control martial soul into a highly threatening battlefield control martial soul. This is the most promising development direction for the Blue Silver Grass that I am currently aware of."

He became more excited as he spoke, gesturing with his hands in the air.

"Think about it: when your Blue Silver Grass binds an enemy, the poison simultaneously permeates their body, weakening their strength and paralyzing their nerves—who wouldn't fear a Blue Silver Grass like that?"

"Furthermore, I can help you obtain a first spirit ring over a hundred years old. Four hundred and twenty-three years is currently the theoretical optimal absorption limit, but your physical constitution far exceeds that of an ordinary person; a five-hundred-year-level spirit beast is not impossible."