Nuoding City Bird-Burning Case

"Brother, why have you been running off to see Gangzi so much lately?"

Tang Wu was very concerned about Tang San's recent behavior.

He was terrified that the other would follow the same path as the original work.

A perfectly good life-attribute Blue Silver Grass, being swindled into becoming something neither here nor there.

Regarding his little brother's worry, Tang San smiled slightly:

"Don't worry, Xiao Wu. I have no interest in those trash theories of Yu Xiaogang's."

"It's just that the school's records on soul beasts aren't very complete, so I have no choice but to seek his advice."

Tang San stopped pretending; he laid his cards on the table!

In truth, he was only doing this to covet the knowledge inside Gangzi's brain.

As for being a lab rat? Whoever wants to be one can go ahead.

Even if he, Tang San, were to die—die out there—he would absolutely never touch these so-called Ten Great Martial Soul Theories.

"By the way, Xiao Wu..."

At this moment, Tang San suddenly thought of something and looked at Tang Wu with an expectant face:

"You've been acting all mysterious these past two days; what are you researching now?"

Whether it was the previous substitute or the advanced usage of Blue Silver Grass, Tang Wu was always coming up with some fancy tricks.

Tang San always benefited greatly from them.

Controlling the substitute required intense concentration.

During that time, he could train his spiritual power while simultaneously practicing his control over the Blue Silver Grass.

"Don't even mention it..."

Faced with Tang San's question, he scratched his head in distress, his soft blue hair turning into a bird's nest.

He leaned back, flopped onto the bed, and stretched:

"I've been thinking lately about whether I can improve the usage of the Second Bomb and the Tracking Bomb."

"During our spar back then, didn't you use the Blue Silver Grass to detonate the bomb prematurely?"

"If the bomb had its own intelligence and could dodge on its own, I wouldn't need to control it, which would free up my hands."

Hearing about Tang Wu's Second Bomb, Tang San seemed to recall something terrifying and shuddered instantly.

The Tracking Bomb from back then, even though it could be detonated early, had still blown him to the point of misery.

At this moment.

Hearing Tang Wu's plan to upgrade the Tracking Bomb, his scalp went numb.

Tang San suppressed the fear in his heart and couldn't help but say:

"Actually, is there a possibility?"

"Automatic tracking is already unreasonable enough; it doesn't need an upgrade at all. If it didn't even need manual control, that would be too cheap."

"Say what you want, but all the experiments have failed lately. I won't be able to create it in the short term."

Tang Wu pulled a pillow from the bedside, buried his face in it, and said in deep frustration.

Generating sentience.

It sounded simple, but it was not easy to do at all.

If Tang Wu could really create a living being from nothing, he would have ascended to godhood long ago.

Watching Tang Wu rolling around on the bed, Tang San couldn't help but shake his head with a smile:

"Little brother, you have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. Don't think about reaching the heavens in a single bound."

Just his first soul skill, and he had already played around with all sorts of variations.

This kind of creativity was already terrifying...

If it were anyone else, having just one would be enough to be proud of for a lifetime.

And yet.

His little brother still felt it wasn't enough.

He had to remember the principle that biting off more than one can chew is bad!

After Tang San left, Tang Wu sat up.

He rubbed his chin, his gaze deep, and then, the stars in his eyes grew brighter and brighter:

"That's right! Since I can't create life out of thin air, I can take a step back and think: I can utilize the instinctive vigilance of plants!"

"As long as I preserve its instinct to seek advantages and avoid harm when condensing the Tracking Bomb..."

As he spoke, Tang Wu suddenly began to laugh.

But that smile was filled with three parts charm, three parts madness, three parts evil, and one part excitement.

He doesn't look like a good person no matter how you slice it!

Afterward.

The Improved Tracking Bomb was actually created by Tang Wu.

"Mission accomplished. But what should I use to test its effectiveness?"

Just as he was agonizing over this, a few birds suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

The little birds were still perched by the window, flapping their wings, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Locking onto the targets, Tang Wu instantly produced several tracking bombs.

Squeak-chirp—

Seeing the bombs thrown their way, the birds' alertness spiked to the maximum, and they immediately flapped their wings to flee the spot.

But the bombs behind them pursued relentlessly, until they vanished from Tang Wu's sight.

"They fly quite fast, but I wonder what the final result of this experiment will be?"

Inside Gangzi's dormitory.

At this moment, Gangzi was teaching Tang San about spirit beasts.

He was quite satisfied with Tang San.

Diligence, rigor, and maturity—these qualities made him view the six-year-old boy before him in a new light.

It would be even better if the boy could take him as his master.

Of course.

Even now, Gangzi had not given up on this idea; he was simply using indirect methods to probe Tang San's stance.

As the atmosphere grew increasingly harmonious, a strangely shaped "toy" suddenly burst into the room.

As it turned out.

The tracking bomb wasn't perfect; it had one fatal flaw.

That is, once it left the ten-meter range of the spirit skill, it would re-select the object with the highest heat within range to strike.

As luck would have it, Gangzi was within that range.

If one were to ask which part of the human body has the highest temperature, the first choice, naturally, is the crotch.

And so.

The target of the tracking bomb switched to Gangzi's "little brother."

"What is this thing? Wait, don't come over here~~~"

Gangzi retreated in terror, attempting to escape the striking range.

But he was a "genius" who had only reached level 29 by the age of 50.

Coupled with a physique that hadn't seen exercise in years, how could he possibly outrun a tracking bomb?

"Ah----"

"Water, I need water, lots and lots of water..."

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Gangzi's crotch ignited, and the flames spread instantly.

He fled the dormitory, searching frantically for the nearest water source.

"That thing just now... it looked like Xiao Wu's tracking bomb, didn't it?"

Watching Gangzi's retreating figure, Tang San was dazed for a moment, muttering to himself.

Later.

He learned that the bombs Tang Wu had released weren't just one.

And the people who got hit weren't just Gangzi; several men in Nuoding City had caught fire.

Because such an absurd incident had occurred, Nuoding City fell into a panic, with everyone fearing for their own safety.

They were terrified that if they weren't careful, they would be the next to suffer.

In the end, this matter even alarmed the Spirit Hall Branch.

Yet, no matter how the major factions investigated, they could never find the culprit.

In the end, whether the perpetrator even existed remained an unsolved mystery.

People referred to this case as:

The Nuoding City Bird-Burning Case!

Having caused such a massive disaster, Tang San sternly warned Tang Wu afterward never to display the power of the tracking bombs in Nuoding City again.

After doing all this.

Tang San looked at his younger brother's innocent expression, sighed helplessly, and said:

"Xiao Wu, you really are a Demon Pill..."