Let's Talk About the Future of Blue Silver Grass!

"I have something I want to talk to you about." Huang Fei swayed the foxtail grass, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the weather: "It's about your Blue Silver Grass."

Tang San was slightly taken aback: "What's wrong with my Blue Silver Grass?"

"What do you think are the characteristics of Blue Silver Grass?"

Tang San looked at the dense, lush patch of Blue Silver Grass covering the ground, brimming with vitality.

After a moment of thought, he said earnestly: "Blue Silver Grass can be seen everywhere; it has strong vitality and grows anywhere, but it is inherently fragile and lacks offensive power. I've heard everyone say it covers almost every corner of the continent."

"Strong vitality."

Huang Fei repeated these words and nodded: "You're right. The greatest advantage of Blue Silver Grass is its vitality. Do you know why it can spread across the entire continent? It's not because it can fight, but because its vitality is tenacious and its adaptability is strong—it can survive in any environment."

Tang San nodded, lost in thought.

"So, I've been thinking."

Huang Fei held the foxtail grass in his mouth, his speech slightly muffled: "If your Blue Silver Grass is to walk the path of a Soul Master, what kind of Soul Beast should you hunt for your first soul ring?"

Tang San was stumped by this question.

He had indeed been considering the matter of soul rings over the past few days.

According to the knowledge he had gathered from books, Due to the butterfly effect, after Tang Hao confirmed that Tang San was his own son, he had produced a book for him to read.

It was from this book that he had acquired his knowledge.

It was also through this that he learned why his Mysterious Heaven Skill had been stuck and unable to progress.

It was highly likely that he was missing a soul ring.

Only by absorbing a first soul ring could he continue to increase his Soul Power Level.

The optimal absorption limit for a Soul Master's first soul ring was four hundred and twenty-three years.

And for a plant-type Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass, It was usually paired with control-type or poison-type soul rings, Only then could it play a role in battle.

Otherwise, it would have no combat capability and could only serve as support.

"It should be control-type, right?" Tang San said, feeling uncertain: "Plant-type Martial Souls generally follow the control route, using vines to entangle opponents and the like."

"That's other people's Blue Silver Grass." Huang Fei shook his head: "Have you ever considered that Blue Silver Grass isn't just an ordinary plant-type Martial Soul? It is the most ordinary. Being the most ordinary Martial Soul means it has no fixed path; which route it takes depends entirely on how the soul rings are configured."

Tang San's eyes lit up: "You mean..."

"I mean, since the greatest advantage of Blue Silver Grass is its vitality, why not push that advantage to the extreme?"

Huang Fei turned his head to look into Tang San's eyes: "Absorb a soul ring with a vitality attribute to make the Blue Silver Grass tougher, more tenacious, and harder to destroy. Think about it: if your Blue Silver Grass wasn't a weed that snapped at a touch, but vines as tough as iron that couldn't be cut or burned, what kind of effect would that have?"

Tang San fell silent.

He simulated this image in his mind.

If the Blue Silver Grass truly possessed powerful vitality, it would no longer be a fragile support-type Martial Soul, but an all-around Martial Soul that combined control, defense, and entanglement.

More importantly, a Martial Soul with strong vitality also has high endurance.

After a battle, when others have exhausted their soul power, his Blue Silver Grass would still be growing, still entangling, and still fighting.

This line of thinking was completely different from what he had considered before.

"But..." Tang San still had a hint of doubt: "Control-type soul rings can also make Blue Silver Grass stronger, for example, by adding a poison effect to make the enemy poisoned..."

After all, in his past life, he was a master of poison in the Tang Sect; poison was his favorite.

"Poison is certainly useful, but that is not the foundation of Blue Silver Grass."

Huang Fei waved his hand and said: "Think about it, Blue Silver Grass is grass. What is the nature of grass? It is growth, it is spreading, it is endless life. Poison is just the icing on the cake; vitality is the foundation. If you start by following the poison route, it's like planting a big tree in a flowerpot—it will never grow."

Tang San was struck by this analogy.

He suddenly realized a problem.

His previous planning for the Blue Silver Grass had indeed been too utilitarian.

He had been thinking, "Blue Silver Grass is weak, so I must use soul rings to make up for its weaknesses," rather than, "What is the essence of Blue Silver Grass, and how can I push that essence to the extreme?"

"There is one more thing." Huang Fei held up a finger, "The age of the soul ring."

Tang San frowned slightly: "I know, the optimal absorption limit for the first soul ring is over four hundred years."

"That's for ordinary Soul Masters." Huang Fei smiled: "Do you think you are an ordinary Soul Master?"

Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to say yes, but swallowed the words back.

Innate Full Soul Power, Mysterious Heaven Skill, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, hidden weapon techniques...

He was indeed not an ordinary Soul Master.

"With Innate Full Soul Power, you couldn't possibly be an ordinary Soul Master."

Huang Fei counted on his fingers: "So you are fully capable of absorbing a soul ring of a higher age. Five hundred years, six hundred years, or even seven hundred years—all are possible."

"But the books say..."

"The books describe the limits of ordinary people. You are not an ordinary person."

Huang Fei stood up and brushed the dust off his backside. "San, I'll ask you one thing: do you trust me?"

Tang San looked into Huang Fei's eyes.

These eyes were usually half-closed, looking as if he hadn't woken up yet, but at this moment, they were surprisingly earnest.

They had grown up together, and Tang San knew better than anyone that although Huang Fei was lazy, he never spoke empty words.

When he was a child and got lost while picking herbs on the mountain, it was Huang Fei who had casually said, "Follow the stream downstream," and led him out.

Later, he found out that Huang Fei had never even been to that mountain; he had simply judged it by intuition.

Huang Fei's intuition had never been wrong.

"I do." Tang San nodded.

"Then listen to me." Huang Fei grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "For your first spirit ring, find a plant-type spirit beast with life-force attributes. The higher the age, the better. Don't worry about control or poison; just focus on building a solid foundation for your Blue Silver Grass first."

"What about you?" Tang San suddenly asked. "How do you plan to configure your first spirit ring?"

Huang Fei paused for a moment, then let out a yawn.

"Me? I'll just do the same as you."

Tang San frowned. "The same as me? You don't intend to walk your own path?"

Huang Fei thought to himself, What path of my own? I'll just walk yours.

"I trust your judgment."

Huang Fei patted Tang San on the shoulder, his tone sounding impossibly sincere. "If you walk the right path, I can't go wrong following you."

Tang San was touched by these words, feeling that although Huang Fei was usually lazy, he truly trusted him at critical moments.

What he didn't know was that when Huang Fei said he would follow him, he meant it literally.

He would follow wherever he went, take whatever spirit rings he took, and always stay ten levels ahead of him.

There was nothing more comfortable in this world than having a reliable teammate to blaze the trail and scout the path ahead.

And all Huang Fei had to do was lie back, wait for the road to be paved, and stroll across.

"Oh, right, San." Huang Fei walked to the door and suddenly turned back. "What's for dinner tonight?"

Tang San: "..."

He took a deep breath, telling himself not to get angry; this was a brother he had grown up with, so he had to be tolerant and patient.

"Sweet potato rice."

"Sweet potato rice again?" Huang Fei's face fell. "Can't we have some variety?"

"You don't even cook, so be grateful you have something to eat." Tang San turned and walked away, expressionless.

Huang Fei watched his retreating figure, chuckled twice, turned back into the room, and flopped onto the bed.

Comfortable.