"Now?"
Tang San looked at the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma in Yu Xiaogang's arms, his gaze lingering on its rich purple sheen.
"Teacher, you're not in good shape. At least wait until my mental strength recovers so I can stand guard while you cultivate."
Yu Xiaogang shook his head and held out his hand.
"Give me the instructions. You only need to guard the door."
"But the altered Mysterious Heaven Skill hasn't been tested, and Luo Sanpao's meridians differ from a normal person's. If something goes wrong while you circulate it, I might not be able to respond in time."
"It'll take you at least two more days to recover."
Yu Xiaogang glanced at everyone cultivating cross-legged in the courtyard. His hand slowly tightened.
"They've already begun stabilizing their realms, and the tournament won't stop for me. Xiao San, I can't wait."
Tang San heard the urgency in his words but did not immediately take out the instructions.
All these years, Yu Xiaogang had been trapped at level twenty-nine. When outsiders called him Grandmaster, they respected his theories, but behind his back, they always talked about his cultivation.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's castoff. Spirit Hall's laughingstock. A man who could not even break through to Soul Elder.
Tang San knew that although his teacher never mentioned it, he had never truly let it go.
"I'll go in with you."
"No."
Yu Xiaogang's refusal left no room for argument.
"After I take the medicine, Luo Sanpao may undergo a second mutation. I need to assess the changes in my Soul Power alone. Having you beside me will only distract me."
"Then I'll connect my Blue Silver Grass to your meridians."
"Your Martial Soul is sustaining six people's cultivation right now. If you divert more Soul Power to me, what happens