Tang San: I Have a Sword, Named Blue Silver, Capable of Sundering the Heavens!

Su Mo lifted his eyelids to take a look, then checked his pulse.

Martial soul mutation, evil fire out of control.

It was just as the original work described.

He stood up and explained to the others, "A flaw in his martial soul mutation, the evil fire has erupted. Setting aside the QQ for a moment, he should be fine once he wakes up."

Xiao Wu nodded, appearing to understand only half of what he said.

Tang San finally regained his focus and continued to absorb the spirit ring.

Big Black Ox silently moved a little further away, keeping his distance from Xiao Wu, yet he remained steadfast in guarding Tang San.

Su Mo took a rope from his pack and tied Ma Hongjun up.

Just in case.

Afterward, he also came to Tang San's side to stand guard for him.

Tang San's spirit ring absorption was not going smoothly.

A seven-hundred-and-forty-six-year spirit ring was indeed too high for a first spirit ring.

His brows were tightly furrowed, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his body began to tremble.

His spirit power fluctuated violently, at times strong and at others weak, nearly spiraling out of control several times.

Su Mo kept his eyes fixed on him.

Seeing this, he immediately opened those medicinal vials, pouring them into Tang San's mouth one after another.

Soul-Stabilizing Paste to steady his spirit power and prevent the spirit ring's energy from bursting through his meridians.

Pulse-Restoring Powder to repair the damage to his meridians.

Heart-Protecting Pill to safeguard his heart meridians as a final precaution.

Bottle after bottle, he did not hold back.

Tang San's body shook violently, a look of agony appearing on his face.

Yet he gritted his teeth, not making a sound.

Su Mo's hand remained pressed against his back, ready to intervene at any moment.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Finally, Tang San's trembling slowly ceased.

The spirit ring had completely integrated into his body.

He had succeeded.

Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand.

Tucked away in his robes were a few more items—an amulet, a life-saving pill, and a secret medicine capable of stimulating potential.

They were all his Plan B.

If it still hadn't been enough, he would have stepped in personally; even if it meant interrupting the absorption, he could not let anything happen to Tang San.

Fortunately, they weren't needed.

Although this disciple was a bit chuunibyou, since he had taken him in, he had to be responsible.

Unlike a certain Grandmaster, who treated his disciple's life as nothing for the sake of his own research.

Tang San slowly opened his eyes and felt the changes within himself.

His Blue Silver Grass had changed.

The originally soft and fragile blades of grass now shimmered with a faint, cold light, with bamboo-like segments appearing on their surface and edges as sharp as blades.

With a thought—

The Blue Silver Grass instantly hardened, extended, and took shape.

It transformed into the shape of a sword.

First Spirit Skill: Blue Silver Sword Intent!

The Blue Silver Sword was emerald green throughout, its blade slender, with edges gleaming with a cold light.

Tang San gripped it in his hand, feeling that sharp sword intent, and his eyes grew a little warm.

He stood up from the ground.

He took a deep breath.

He raised the sword toward the sky.

"I have a sword, capable of severing—"

"Bang!"

A violent rap landed precisely on the back of his head.

Tang San clutched his head, turning around with teary eyes: "Master! Why did you hit me?!"

Su Mo withdrew his hand, expressionless: "Stop showing off, finish your cultivation and eat."

Tang San felt aggrieved: "Master, I finally managed to comprehend..."

Xiao Wu clapped from the side: "That sounded loud! Do it again!"

Tang San glared at her.

Su Mo turned and walked toward the campfire: "You're done comprehending. A sword is for cutting people, not for showing off."

Tang San looked down at the sword in his hand, muttering under his breath: "Is it really not okay to show off just a little before cutting someone..."

Su Mo didn't even look back: "Sure. Show off after you've finished cutting."

Tang San froze for a moment.

Show off after cutting?

If the person is already dead, what's the point of showing off...

He chased after him, trying to argue his case: "Master, don't you think it's particularly imposing to finish your lines before striking?"

Su Mo stopped in his tracks and looked back at him.

"While you're reciting your lines, I'll rush over and stab you."

Tang San shrank his neck.

Su Mo continued: "In this lifetime, you wouldn't even get to finish the next sentence."

Tang San fell silent.

He carefully imagined the scene—

Himself holding the sword, high-spirited, shouting, "I have one sword, capable of severing—"

Then someone rushes out from the side, thwack, a stab.

Before the words are finished, the person is gone.

Indeed...

That would be quite awkward.

Tang San had a sudden realization and nodded vigorously: "Master is right! This disciple will remember it!"

Su Mo nodded in satisfaction and continued walking forward.

Tang San followed behind, still muttering: "Then what if I set up traps beforehand to ensure safety before reciting..."

Su Mo: "..."

Xiao Wu skipped over to catch up, asking curiously: "Junior Brother, what was that line you said just now? Recite it for me to hear?"

Tang San perked up: "I have one sword, capable of severing—"

"Bang!"

This time, it wasn't Su Mo.

It was Xiao Wu.

She mimicked Su Mo's style, delivering a violent rap to the back of Tang San's head, then ran off with a giggle.

Tang San clutched his head, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Big Black Ox strolled by leisurely and glanced at him.

"Moo."

Tang San actually felt like he understood.

(Was that the Su Mo line you were talking about?)

Tang San: "..."

He suddenly felt that this group was not very friendly toward him.

The night was deep.

The campfire crackled, sparks flying into the night sky. Su Mo leaned against a tree trunk, eyes closed to rest. Tang San sat cross-legged not far away, still savoring the feeling of absorbing the spirit ring from earlier. Xiao Wu was curled into a ball, sleeping soundly with a trace of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Big Black Ox lay by the fire, its tail flicking from time to time, half-asleep and half-awake.

In the corner, Ma Hongjun was tied up like a rice dumpling and tossed aside.

He was awake.

He had woken up an hour ago.

But he didn't dare to move.

His lower body still throbbed with pain, and the sound of that "crack" seemed to echo in his ears. Every time he moved even slightly, a twitching agony shot through that certain area.

He gasped in pain, sucking in a sharp breath.

But he truly couldn't take it anymore.

He was tied too tightly, and his hands had gone numb.

Ma Hongjun struggled to twist his body, attempting to shift into a more comfortable position.

"Squeak—"

The rope emitted a faint sound as it rubbed against his skin.

He froze, stealing a glance toward the campfire.

A pair of eyes was staring right at him.

Su Mo.

Under the moonlight, that six-year-old face remained expressionless, but his gaze carried a warning that clearly said, "You had better behave."

Ma Hongjun's hair stood on end.

"Um... I... I need to go to the bathroom..."

Su Mo watched him for two seconds before standing up and walking over.

He untied the ropes.

Then, he said, "If you move around again, I'll feed you to the ox."

The Big Black Ox nearby opened its eyes and shot Su Mo a resentful look.

"Moo." (What do you take me for?)

Ma Hongjun nodded repeatedly, then scurried toward the woods with his legs clamped together.

After taking care of his business, Ma Hongjun didn't go back.

He walked to the riverbank and sat down on a rock.

Moonlight spilled across the water, making it shimmer and sparkle.

He looked down at his hands.

The events of the day flashed through his mind, scene by scene.

Being chased and rolled across the ground by the Sword Bamboo King.

That seven-foot-two giant wielding a child like a sword.

That girl with the braid kicking him...

His lower body throbbed again.

Ma Hongjun sniffled.

He didn't know why he was sitting here.

He just didn't want to go back.

He didn't want to face those people.

He didn't want them looking at him with those kinds of eyes.

Even though they didn't seem to be looking at him in any particular way, he just didn't want to.

Footsteps sounded from behind him.

Ma Hongjun turned his head.

Su Mo walked over and sat down beside him.