"Those blue glimmers during our fight just now were actually seeds from Blue Silver Grass."
Finally.
Tang Wu laughed to his heart's content, then looked at Tang San and said:
"But with my current Soul Power, before I obtain my First Soul Ring, Blue Silver Grass isn't very tough. Even if I make it sprout on the surface of someone's body, it won't be able to restrain them."
"But who says Blue Silver Grass can only grow on the surface of the body?"
"After all, a person's internal organs are much more delicate than the surface of their body."
"Wait, you can't do that! Ya-mei-de~~~"
Realizing what Tang Wu meant, Tang San stretched out a trembling hand, trying to stop him.
But unfortunately.
It was already too late.
Under Tang Wu's control,
the seeds that had been hidden inside Tang San for some time were now roused, growing vigorously.
The roots of the Blue Silver Grass wrapped tightly around Da Huang's favorite mysterious entrance.
"Ah, uuuuuu~~~"
Tang San looked as though he were constipated.
His face immediately took on an expression that seemed both pained and a little bashful.
But that wasn't all.
The end of the vine began to sway.
It actually—
actually started spinning circles inside.
And it stirred around in there, moving at a pace that was anything but slow.
"No, stop it, quick······"
Tang San's legs and arms immediately went limp.
Forget getting up to keep sparring with Tang Wu—whether he could even stand was now a question.
So this was how he planned to deal with me?!
"Hss—"
Inside the house,
Tang Hao had been watching the brothers' Soul Fighting the whole time. Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel as though it were happening to him.
He drew in a sharp breath:
"To think he could come up with a method like that. Any Soul Master who has to fight Xiao Wu in the future is in for a world of pain."
"Come to think of it, did this thing really come out of Ah Yin's belly?"
"How is he even remotely like a person?!! Ah Yin would never do anything like this."
Tang Wu had been restless since he was little. Even before awakening his Martial Soul, he had been squeezing this old man dry.
They said the child who cried got the milk.
It was precisely because of all his antics that he hadn't ended up living the same miserable life as Tang San in the original story.
Now he had even awakened his Martial Soul. Tang Hao could practically foresee the dark future awaiting the Soul Master World, all because of Tang Wu's arrival.
His vision went black. He felt as though humanity had no future.
Nonsense.
Wasn't the future already clear as day?
"Xiao Wu, you... you're too underhanded!"
Tang San truly hadn't expected Tang Wu's methods to be even more vicious than those of a Tang Sect disciple like himself.
He had mastered the essence of the African river hog, striking straight at the human body's weakest points.
Tang San's body went limp, and he could no longer hold himself up. He dropped straight to his knees.
I am a blade of seaweed, seaweed, swaying in the wind!
I am a blade of seaweed, seaweed, swaying to and fro!
666, this was just kicking a man while he was down over and over.
"Xiao Wu, you really went all out. You'd even play a trick like that on your own older brother."
As Tang Wu dispelled his Martial Soul, the Blue Silver Grass fell away from Tang San.
When Tang San said this, his voice was full of resentment.
If the person in front of him hadn't been his own younger brother, he would have already branded him with a Path of Certain Death and served him a Hidden Weapon.
"Aw, it's inevitable to get hurt when you're sparring with your teacher. Don't sweat the details."
"Big brother, you'll forgive me, right?"
Tang Wu's eyes darted about as he whistled, not giving him a straight answer.
Seeing this, the little bit of resentment Tang San felt immediately vanished without a trace.
His precious little brother was so adorable. What else could he do?
Of course he had to forgive him.
"All right." Tang San climbed to his feet and patted the dust off his back.
"Now that we've finished sparring, it's late. We should get to bed early. We still have to get up early and practice tomorrow."
"Fine. I was still hoping to test out my new idea."
Hearing Tang San say that, Tang Wu reluctantly followed him back to their room.
The next day, Tang San got Tang Wu up bright and early. Before dawn, they headed to the mountaintop to study the Purple Demon Eye.
After all these years of cultivation, Tang Wu had successfully learned the basics.
He couldn't exactly see a thousand miles away, but he could still make out everything within a hundred miles.
During this time, Old Jack had visited several neighboring villages to discuss Notting Academy's admission slot.
The nearby villages hadn't produced a single child with Soul Power these past few years, so naturally, the slot went to Tang Wu.
Once the school term began three months later, he could take his Spirit Hall identification and register at Notting Academy.
During those three months,
besides practicing the Tang Sect's cultivation techniques, Tang Wu also used the Blue Silver Seeds' powerful vitality to help the Holy Soul Village residents bring their crops to maturity.
After all, this was the place where he had lived for six years. Now that he had the ability, of course he should give something back.
He only did this at night, though, so the villagers had no idea Tang Wu was behind it.
They could only wonder why the crops had been growing so quickly lately.
Of course,
Tang Wu hadn't come away empty-handed. He had become even more skilled at controlling his Martial Soul.
And during the process, he had discovered without meaning to that he could sense the traits of various plants—and even put those traits to use.
So far, though, Tang Wu had only discovered that dandelions possessed the trait of lightness.
After all, most of the plants around Holy Soul Village were ordinary plants. They were still far from being Plant Soul Beasts.
Three months later.
The carriage wheels went "clatter-clatter" all the way from Holy Soul Village to the gates of Notting City.
Along the way, Old Jack explained various things about the city to the brothers, Tang San and Tang Wu.
He continued until he had escorted the two of them to the gates of Notting Academy.
They ran into trouble with the gatekeeper, just as in the original story. The moment had come for our Fart God to make his entrance!
Yu Xiaogang's face was weathered, and he sported the classic crew cut. He looked as if the whole world owed him money.
"I'll take them from here. You don't need to worry about anything else."
After looking over Tang Wu and Tang San's Martial Soul manuals, Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up. He forcibly suppressed his excitement, then spoke to Old Jack.
Then he led the two of them into the school and took them to a relatively quiet corner.
Tang Wu naturally knew exactly what Yu Xiaogang was planning.
He'd simply seen that the two of them were exceptionally gifted and gotten the idea to take them as disciples, treating the brothers like lab mice.
Good grief~~~
Little Trash Gang, every move you make is within the Purple Demon Eye's reach.
And you still want to take disciples? Dream on.
"Don't be nervous. I mean you no harm." Just then, Yu Xiaogang turned around.
"If I'm not mistaken, you two are the third and fourth geniuses with Twin Martial Souls to appear on the Douluo Continent, right?"
The moment Yu Xiaogang said this, killing intent flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he raised his right wrist slightly.
With a "click," the Silent Sleeve Arrow's safety catch disengaged.
This man had just revealed the secret the two of them had kept buried deep in their hearts. He had earned a Path of Certain Death.