Flowers, Come!

"How ruthless. Does this little girl really think I'm her brother?"

Lu Chuan watched the whip descending from the sky, seriously doubting that Tang Wuyue was trying to send him to his funeral. If he took that fully charged strike, no matter how strong he was, his skull would likely be cracked open like a melon, exposing the red pulp inside.

With no other choice, he had no option but to honestly let himself be captured by the vine net. Although he was trapped, the danger was certainly far less than having his head split open.

However, Tang Wuyue was playing for keeps this time. The moment Lu Chuan was caught, the Blue Silver Grass within the cage began to writhe frantically, and viscous toxins continuously permeated the space, attempting to paralyze Lu Chuan's senses and movements.

For a fleeting moment, Lu Chuan felt as if he were inside a stomach woven from Blue Silver Grass, waiting to be digested and turned into fertilizer at any second.

"It's only because it's me; if anyone else were trapped in here, they'd probably really end up as fertilizer."

"But then again, if it were a real enemy, they wouldn't have given this little girl the time to complete this cage in the first place."

Lu Chuan examined the toxins within the vines. These toxins had the effect of paralyzing nerves and soul power, much like the venom of a Human-Faced Demon Spider.

Once he understood the effects of the toxin, Lu Chuan no longer intended to suffer. His blood energy surged, and the moment the toxins on the Blue Silver Grass vines touched his skin, they were instantly neutralized by the immense power of his blood, not even causing a single ripple.

However, Tang Wuyue had seen none of what just happened. Having finally trapped Lu Chuan and gained a chance to gloat, she naturally wanted to show off. Even now, she was panting heavily, unable to even straighten her back.

"Yo, isn't this Brother Lu Chuan?"

"Oh my, how did you end up hanging there?"

"Hehehe, do you know how formidable I am now?"

The little girl leaned against the vines, chin tilted up with a silly grin, her tail practically wagging in the sky.

Seeing his sister like this, Lu Chuan played along with praise and applause, "Not bad, truly impressive. This move already has a hint of a real control-type soul master's style."

But the next second, He began to break the deadlock!

He slowly extended his right hand, fingers curling into a loose grip.

There were no flashy techniques, only immense, surging power!

Golden blood energy began to coalesce in his palm, transforming in the blink of an eye into a sphere of scorching radiance.

The light was as dazzling as the sun, stinging Tang Wuyue's eyes so she couldn't keep them open.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Lu Chuan's lips curled upward. "Nothing much, just a little trick to make you remember one thing forever: every cage has its limits!"

Before his voice had even faded, Lu Chuan clenched his palm shut.

Bring the music!

"When longing flies across the night sky, tangling around my fingertips and lingering, as beautiful as a dream. After your silhouette turns away, swallowed by the crowd, the loneliness I cannot wipe away..."

BGM suddenly blared from nowhere, and Tang Wuyue felt as if the brother before her had become a different person.

He had become radiant and extraordinarily dazzling—he was drop-dead handsome!

Next, a thunderous BOOM erupted. A golden shockwave surged into the sky, and the entire cage woven from Blue Silver Grass was instantly blown to smithereens!

Fragments of Blue Silver Grass danced through the air like a blue rain.

"Ah!"

Tang Wuyue was knocked back several steps by the shockwave, landing hard on her bottom.

She stared blankly at the debris filling the sky, then looked at the unscathed Lu Chuan, and burst into tears. "Waa... Brother, you're bullying me! You're bullying me too much!"

Lu Chuan dispersed the golden light in his palm. Seeing his sister crying so sorrowfully, he hurried over, looking completely innocent. "Alright, alright, stop crying. How did I bully you again?"

Tang Wuyue looked up, her eyes red and brimming with tears as she accused him, "You clearly could have broken my move long ago, but you pretended you couldn't just to toy with me! If that's not bullying, what is?"

"Of course it isn't bullying! Think about it carefully—was I pretending I couldn't break it? Was being hung in mid-air by a vine net comfortable? Was being hit by your paralytic neurotoxin enjoyable? None of those things were, right?"

"If your brother wanted to toy with you, would I have needed to go through all that trouble?"

Lu Chuan crouched down, patiently breaking it down for Tang Wuyue.

"That's true, I guess. Then why did you do it, brother?"

Tang Wuyue sniffled, asking in confusion.

Lu Chuan gave Tang Wuyue's little head a light tap.

"Dummy.

I wanted to see what your limits were!

Do you have any idea how strong that move of yours is?

It's just that the gap in our soul power is too vast."

"If your soul power could reach the two-ring or three-ring level, I would have needed at least twenty percent of my strength to break free from that move just now."

"Twenty percent? And what about now?"

Tang Wuyue blinked.

"Now?" Lu Chuan chuckled. "Not even half a percent."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wuyue immediately deflated like a punctured ball, drooping her head.

"Then I'll never be able to beat you..."

"Who said that?"

Lu Chuan stood up and pulled the little girl up from the ground.

"You've only just obtained your first soul ring; the road ahead is still long.

By the time you reach the three-ring or four-ring level, you might even force me to use a soul skill."

"Really?" Tang Wuyue's eyes lit up again.

"Of course it's real."

Lu Chuan brushed the dust off her clothes.

"But before that, you have to build a solid foundation.

You also need to try and develop the potential of the water element on the surface of your Blue Silver Grass.

The reason your Blue Silver Grass is so tough and thick is undoubtedly inseparable from the nourishment of the water element.

Developing the water element will not only make your Blue Silver Grass stronger, but it will also be incredibly useful when you face fire-element soul masters in the future.

You should know that in tens of thousands of years, there has only been one Tang San who was immune to fire as a plant-type soul master!

If you become the second, you'll definitely go down in history!"

"Go down in history? Wouldn't that bring honor to my ancestors!"

Tang Wuyue's breath hitched, and her tear-streaked face instantly regained its spirit!

Seeing this, Lu Chuan continued:

"Exactly! So you have to keep working hard!"

"Your performance today was quite good. Your tactical thinking was clear, and you knew how to use the terrain and the shadow aura to launch a sneak attack—keep that up!"

"Beyond that, you must continue to strive and raise your soul power!"

"Got it, brother! I'll keep working hard!"

Tang Wuyue clenched her dainty little fists, looking as if she could already see herself bringing glory to her ancestors.

Watching the little girl's expression, Lu Chuan felt his encouragement had hit the mark and stopped, still feeling like he had more to say.

"Let's go, head back and rest. We have to get up early for cultivation tomorrow."

With that, he turned and walked toward the house.

On the way back, he felt he could practically become an educator.

Little did he know, all that chicken soup for the soul, all those empty promises, Tang Wuyue had seen right through them!

"Stinky brother... just knows how to sweet-talk me!"

The summer weather was stiflingly hot, making the indoors much cooler by comparison.

Having just finished a battle, Tang Wuyue only wanted to take a hot shower.

However, the moment she stepped through the door, she froze in place.

In the living room, her father, usually so gentle, was blushing for the first time as he angrily lectured her brother.

Her brother, who was always calm and collected, as if he had everything under control, was currently apologizing profusely.

Her beautiful mother was not only failing to intervene, but was standing by the doorway, stifling a laugh as she watched the spectacle like a bystander.

"Mom, what's going on?"

Tang Wuyue quietly crept up to Lang Yue and asked in a low voice.

Seeing it was her daughter, Lang Yue covered her mouth and whispered, "Your father, he was just terrified by the battle you two were in!"