The Focus Isn't the Blue Silver, It's the Seed

So you're not even going to blink, huh? You really are something else, you old geezer.

Tang Wu marveled at the sheer thickness of Tang Hao's skin.

"Remember, Little San." Tang Hao composed himself and looked at Tang San earnestly: "Use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right, and your younger brother as well."

"Don't worry, Dad, I've got it. If anyone wants to hurt Little Wu, they'll have to do it over my dead body."

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San nodded, his tone turning grave.

No matter who it was, no one would be allowed to harm the family he had worked so hard to keep.

"I mean, is it really necessary to assume someone has to come and hurt me?"

Beside them, Tang Wu said with dissatisfaction.

Although he knew that Tang San valued his family above all else, still...

The way you two are hugging each other like that is seriously cringey.

Afternoon.

Tang San and Tang Hao went to study forging techniques, but Tang Wu had no interest in that and didn't join them.

He was the type of person who couldn't endure even the slightest hardship unless it was something he was genuinely interested in.

Besides, by the time the finale rolled around, Tang San would become a God King, and he certainly wouldn't treat his younger brother poorly.

After all, you could call our God King Tang double-standard, or even accuse him of many questionable behaviors, but you had to admit, Tang San was incredibly good to his family.

"Blue Silver seed... tell me, is this actually a mutated martial soul, or just a degraded form of Blue Silver Grass?"

"It has the characteristics of Blue Silver Grass, yet it requires soul power to reveal its true form. It's truly baffling."

Tang Wu channeled his soul power, pouring it into the Blue Silver seed.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill activated automatically, and as the balanced, steady soul power flowed in, the seed sprouted rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it grew from the size of a soybean into a vine nearly half a meter long.

The Blue Silver Grass swayed in the breeze, its broad leaves fluttering gently, and in the center of the vine, there was a golden vein.

If you didn't look closely, you really wouldn't notice it.

If Tang Wu hadn't been familiar with the plot, knowing that the Blue Silver Grass in his hand wasn't ordinary, but an unawakened Blue Silver Emperor, he wouldn't have known what to make of it.

To fully understand one's own martial soul, one had to first grasp its characteristics and strengths.

Only then could one maximize advantages and minimize weaknesses when absorbing soul rings.

As Tang Wu adjusted the flow of his soul power, the vine in his hand grew and shrank accordingly, its leaves becoming more numerous and tougher.

From this, he could conclude that the strength of the martial soul was directly proportional to the amount of soul power used.

"The more soul power, the longer the Blue Silver Grass grows, and the more flexibly I can control it."

"With this mechanic, doesn't that mean..."

The more he looked at it, the more familiar it felt, and an immature idea began to take shape in Tang Wu's mind.

The Blue Silver Grass elongated rapidly, its tip gripping tight—an instinct of plant-type soul beasts—as it coiled firmly around a large tree in the courtyard.

With a sharp contraction, a sudden pull surged through him.

Tang Wu's figure flashed, and he flew rapidly toward the tree in the courtyard.

"Woohoo, thrilling!"

"I knew it! As long as it's a rope-like ability, if you develop it well, you can pull off this kind of wall-running."

Next, Tang Wu started cosplaying as Spider-Man, swinging back and forth between the large tree and the blacksmith shop.

Tang Hao, who was teaching Tang San forging, couldn't help but look up when he heard the exclamation outside.

Upon seeing Tang Wu's antics, he shook his head and laughed, scolding:

"This brat, he's just like a monkey..."

"But his development of the martial soul is exactly like his father's. Truly worthy of being a child of the Tang family."

Tang Hao could fully understand Tang Wu's actions.

When he first awakened his martial soul at the age of six, he had been just as excited as Tang Wu.

Ordinary people needed several days of practice to become proficient with their martial souls.

Take the Clear Sky Hammer, for instance; those without enough strength couldn't even lift it, let alone use it.

But for someone like Tang Wu, who had never practiced with his martial soul before, to be this proficient on his first try—he was simply a one-in-a-million genius.

Tang San also saw Tang Wu outside in the courtyard, his bright eyes filled with shock.

He also possessed a Blue Silver Grass martial soul, so he naturally knew what kind of coordination was required to achieve such a feat.

Start.

Leap.

Land.

If any error had occurred during any of these steps, it would have been impossible to execute it so perfectly.

"The effect of a single strand of Blue Silver Grass is quite good, but I wonder, what would happen if it were rooted in the soil?"

Tang Wu landed back on the grass.

This time.

Instead of manifesting Blue Silver Grass on his right hand, he channeled it into the ground, and clusters of Blue Silver Grass vines burst forth from the earth.

With the soil as a foundation and an abundance of nutrients within, the spirit power required for growth was halved.

The burden on Tang Wu's spirit power lightened rapidly.

Moreover, thanks to the nourishment of the soil, these Blue Silver Grass vines were more than twice their original size.

Furthermore, Blue Silver Grass possesses tenacious vitality.

As long as there were any Blue Silver Grass seeds beneath this patch of land, Tang Wu could instantly force them to mature.

And as it happened.

This small courtyard had nothing if not an abundance of Blue Silver Grass.

Thus, Tang Wu did not hold back, continuing until his spirit power was completely exhausted.

His body went limp, and the weakness brought on by the excessive draining of his spirit power nearly caused him to collapse.

But in exchange, the entire courtyard was now filled with a vibrant, thriving colony of Blue Silver Grass.

"Wait, something's not right, this is..." Tang Wu sat before the courtyard.

His gaze swept over the yard full of Blue Silver Grass, but suddenly, he spotted a cluster of plants that looked completely out of place amidst the blue.

It was a pomegranate flower.

Having absorbed the overflowing vitality, it was currently blooming brilliantly.

"I recall that it shouldn't be blooming at this time of year."

"Could it be that during my experiment just now, I accidentally forced it to mature as well?"

"But that shouldn't be possible. My martial soul is the Blue Silver Seed; logically, it should only accelerate the growth of Blue Silver Grass."

Just as Tang Wu was completely bewildered, a flash of lightning seemed to strike through his mind, and he was instantly enlightened.

He entered a state of sudden realization.

"Yes, my Blue Silver Seed martial soul is indeed related to Blue Silver Grass."

"But the point isn't the 'Blue Silver' part; it's the word 'Seed' that follows. That explains everything."

What is a seed?

Simply put, it is the means by which a plant has evolved over millions of years to reproduce and thrive.

The vast majority of plants require the function of a "seed" to pass on their genes.

Even bamboo, which grows via rhizomes in a manner similar to self-replication, will eventually bloom and scatter seeds when it withers.

The Blue Silver Seed is not a seed of Blue Silver Grass.

Rather, it is a seed that possesses the same powerful vitality as Blue Silver Grass.

The two are worlds apart!

As for why the form of Tang Wu's martial soul was identical to Blue Silver Grass?

That was because he and Tang San were born of the same mother, and his martial soul had mutated from the Blue Silver Grass.

That was why Tang Wu could utilize the abilities of Blue Silver Grass.

And after the mutation, not only did it possess the endless, self-perpetuating characteristics of Blue Silver Grass, but it was also highly likely that it could accommodate the abilities of various other plants.

After all.

Your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, what does that have to do with my Seed martial soul?

Good grief, it was as if the martial soul had branched off on its own.

"Hey, I just had a great idea." A thought suddenly surged into Tang Wu's mind:

"If one were to plant a seed into a human body and replace metabolism with chlorophyll, would that person become plant-like?"

"Could they gain extraordinary vitality and become an existence that physical attacks cannot destroy?"

One can only say that this was a very interesting idea—try it and you might just die.

What Tang Wu did next vividly illustrated the saying: if you don't court death, you won't die.