"You're too despicable!"

"In the battle just now, those blue fluorescent lights were actually seeds of the Blue Silver Grass."

Finally.

Tang Wu finished laughing, looked at Tang San, and said:

"However, with my current soul power, before obtaining my first soul ring, the Blue Silver Grass lacks toughness; even if I force it to grow on the surface of the skin, it cannot bind anyone."

"But who says Blue Silver Grass can only grow on the surface of the skin?"

"You must know, a person's internal organs are far more fragile than their skin."

"Wait, you can't do this, stop it~~~"

Suddenly realizing what Tang Wu was implying, Tang San reached out a hand in a desperate gesture, attempting to stop his actions.

But unfortunately.

At this moment, it was already too late.

Under Tang Wu's control.

The seeds that had been lurking inside Tang San's body for some time were now stimulated, growing vigorously.

The roots of this Blue Silver Grass tightly entangled themselves around Da Huang's favorite mysterious exit.

"Ah, woo woo~~~"

Tang San looked as if he were suffering from constipation.

A look of both pain and bashfulness instantly appeared on his face.

But this wasn't the end.

The tips of the vines began to sway.

They actually.

Actually started spinning circles inside.

And they were churning within, moving at quite a rapid pace.

"No, stop it quickly..."

Tang San's limbs immediately went weak.

Never mind getting up to continue sparring with Tang Wu; whether he could even stand up now was a mystery.

So this was the method he used to resolve it?!

"Hiss----"

Inside the house.

Tang Hao, who had been watching the two brothers' soul duel, couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathetic pain after witnessing this scene.

He immediately gasped:

"To think of such a method; soul masters who duel with Xiao Wu in the future are going to suffer greatly."

"Speaking of which, did this thing really come from A Yin's belly?"

"How is this completely unrelated to a human?!! A Yin would never be like this."

Tang Wu had been restless since he was small; even before awakening his martial soul, he was already squeezing his old man for everything.

As the saying goes, the crying child gets the milk.

It was precisely because of his fussing that he didn't end up living the same miserable life as Tang San did in the original story.

Now that he had awakened his martial soul, Tang Hao felt a premonition that the future of the soul master world would fall into darkness because of Tang Wu's appearance.

His vision went black, and he felt he couldn't see any future for humanity.

Nonsense.

Isn't the end clearly in sight right now?

"Xiao Wu, you... you are too despicable."

Tang San truly hadn't expected that Tang Wu's methods would be even darker than his own as a Tang Sect disciple.

He had mastered the essence of the African brothers, specifically targeting the weakest points of the human body.

Tang San's body went limp, and unable to hold on any longer, he knelt straight down.

I am a piece of seaweed, seaweed, swaying with the wind!

I am a piece of seaweed, seaweed, dancing with the waves!

666, truly a master of beating a dead horse.

"Xiao Wu, you really are ruthless, playing like this even with your own brother."

As Tang Wu retracted his martial soul, the Blue Silver Grass fell off his body.

When Tang San said this, he sounded incredibly resentful.

If the person in front of him weren't his own younger brother, he would have already marked him as someone seeking death and served him a taste of his hidden weapons.

"Oh, come on, it's inevitable to get hurt during a spar between masters, don't sweat the small stuff."

"Brother, you'll forgive me, right?"

Tang Wu's eyes drifted away as he whistled, refusing to engage.

Seeing this, the tiny bit of resentment in Tang San's heart immediately vanished into thin air.

His little brother was just too cute; what else could he do?

Of course, he chose to forgive him.

"Alright." Tang San climbed up from the ground and brushed the dust off his back. "The sparring is over, and it's late. We should get some sleep; we have to wake up early tomorrow to cultivate."

"Fine. I was actually hoping to test out some new ideas, too."

Hearing Tang San say that, Tang Wu had no choice but to follow him back to their room, feeling helpless.

The next day, Tang Wu was woken up early by Tang San. Before the sky had even brightened, they ran to the mountaintop to practice the Purple Demon Eye.

After years of cultivation, Tang Wu had successfully mastered the basics.

He couldn't see a thousand miles, but he could clearly make out the scenery within a radius of a hundred miles.

During this period, Old Jack visited the neighboring villages to discuss the enrollment quotas for Notting Academy.

Since none of the nearby villages had produced any children with spirit power in recent years, the quota naturally fell to Tang Wu.

All they had to do was wait for the start of the school term in three months, and they could take their Spirit Hall identification certificates to report to Notting Academy.

During these three months, besides cultivating Tang Sect techniques, Tang Wu used the powerful vitality of Blue Silver seeds to help the villagers of Holy Soul Village ripen their crops.

After all, this was the place where he had lived for six years; now that he had the ability, he naturally wanted to give back.

However, he only did these things at night, so the villagers had no idea it was Tang Wu's doing.

They were simply puzzled as to why their crops had been growing so quickly lately.

Of course, Tang Wu wasn't without his own gains; he had become much more proficient in controlling his own spirit.

In the process, he unconsciously discovered that he could perceive the characteristics of various plants and even utilize them for his own purposes.

But so far, Tang Wu had only discovered that dandelions possessed the characteristic of lightness.

After all, most of the plants in Holy Soul Village were just ordinary flora, far from reaching the level of plant-type spirit beasts.

Three months later.

The carriage wheels rumbled along, starting from Holy Soul Village and ending at the gates of Notting City.

Throughout the journey, Old Jack explained various matters regarding the city to the brothers, Tang San and Tang Wu.

They were eventually dropped off at the entrance of Notting Academy.

They encountered the gatekeeper's harassment, just like in the original story, and then it was time for our God of Farts to make his entrance!

Yu Xiaogang's face looked weathered, his head sporting his classic buzz cut, looking as if everyone owed him money.

"I'll take them from here; you don't need to worry about them anymore."

After seeing the spirit manuals of Tang Wu and Tang San, Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up. He forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and spoke to Old Jack.

Immediately after, he led the two into the school and arrived at a relatively quiet corner.

Tang Wu naturally knew what Yu Xiaogang was planning with this move.

It was nothing more than seeing their exceptional talent and harboring the petty thought of taking them as disciples, treating the brothers like lab rats.

Yare yare...

Little Trash Gang, all your actions are under the observation of my Purple Demon Eye.

You want to take us as disciples? Keep dreaming.

"Don't be nervous, I don't have any malicious intent." Just then, Yu Xiaogang, who was in front, turned around. "If I'm not mistaken, you two must be the third and fourth geniuses with twin spirits to appear on the Douluo Continent."

As soon as Yu Xiaogang said this, killing intent flared in Tang San's eyes, and his right wrist lifted slightly.

The Silent Sleeve Arrow clicked as he disengaged the safety.

This man had revealed the secret they kept buried deep in their hearts the moment he arrived; he had already paved his own path to death.