Tang San is Constantly Moved, Takes Whale Glue

The next morning, Tang Chuan arrived at the door of Dorm Seven early to wait.

He was now serving as a teacher at Nuoding Academy. Since the dean had said he could hold the position as a mere formality, Tang Chuan decided to tutor Tang San personally.

It wasn't the kind of teaching done in a large classroom, but one-on-one private instruction.

"Tang San! There's a big brother looking for you!"

As soon as he stepped inside, Tang Chuan saw Tang San meditating on his bed; it seemed he had woken up early to practice the Xuantian Skill.

Xiao Wu, who was to the side, saw how handsome this older brother was and couldn't help but speak up to alert Tang San.

Strange, why does this older brother give me the feeling that I'm going to marry him? Is this what humans call love at first sight?

Tang Chuan didn't know what Xiao Wu was thinking. After all, he wasn't interested in her spirit bone or spirit ring; why bother when the system gave him everything for free?

Furthermore, Tang Chuan's spirit ring configuration was the one from the original work after the Sea God's Eight Trials. Although he lacked affinity with the Sea God, these were the rings that the Sea God Tang San had re-equipped after reviving Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu felt the same way; despite the excitement she felt toward the Tang Chuan before her, she didn't show it immediately.

Hearing the call, Tang San stopped circulating his energy, jumped off the bed, and ran toward Tang Chuan.

"God... Teacher!"

"Mm, follow me, Little San. Today, your master will tutor you personally!"

"Really? That's great!"

Watching their retreating figures, Xiao Wu said nothing more, merely lost in thought over the sudden flutter of her heart.

She had felt at the very first glance that she might fall for him in the future—was this just an illusion?

Elsewhere, Tang Chuan was leading Tang San to a small classroom he had specifically requested.

"Little San, today I need you to eat something."

As he spoke, Tang Chuan pulled a milky-white, hard gelatinous block from his storage spirit tool. The moment it was exposed to the air, a faint, fishy scent of seawater rushed into Tang San's nostrils.

"This is Whale Glue. You might not know this, Little San, but such items are used by nobles as bedroom aids, commonly known as—"

Tang San's eyes widened. He hadn't expected this thing to be used for that; what did his godfather mean by taking this out?

"But it has a very magical function: if refined and consumed, it can strengthen the physical body and widen the meridians, thereby increasing the upper limit of what your spirit rings can withstand!"

"It's that magical?!"

Tang San's eyes lit up. He had wondered what his godfather was up to, but it turned out to have such a wonderful use.

The two entered the classroom, where a barrel of hot water Tang Chuan had prepared was already waiting.

"Take off your clothes and absorb/refine the Whale Glue in the water."

Tang Chuan processed the Whale Glue on the side, then told Tang San to disrobe and get into the wooden barrel.

"This, this..."

Tang San was, after all, an inexperienced young virgin. Even though the person before him was his respected godfather, he still felt a bit embarrassed.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about. On the path of cultivation, one need not concern oneself with such trivialities. Besides, refining Whale Glue will stain your clothes."

"I understand, Godfather!"

Tang San's face flushed red. He had misunderstood his godfather again. Tang San, oh Tang San, your godfather has prepared so much for you, yet your mind is filled with such twisted thoughts!

This time, Tang San didn't hesitate. He stripped off his clothes and jumped into the barrel, and Tang Chuan handed him the processed Whale Glue.

Looking at the jelly-like, semi-fluid mass in his hand and feeling the heat radiating from it, Tang San swallowed it without hesitation.

Suddenly, a flame began to burn in his lower abdomen. Tang San's entire body turned beet red, and a surge of desire began to rise.

His gaze sharpened. Tang San hurriedly entered a meditative state and circulated his Xuantian Skill. The redness on his skin gradually faded; he could feel the meridians in his body cheering, and the sensation of them constantly expanding made him feel incredibly comfortable.

Tang Chuan stood to the side, watching Tang San; he knew it must have been a success.

Half an hour passed. Tang San slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air. He felt as if his physical fitness had improved significantly.

"Finished absorbing it? Take this and wipe yourself off."

Tang Chuan handed over a towel. Tang San looked down and saw that the originally clear hot water was now filled with the impurities expelled from his body.

"Thank you, Godfather!"

Tang San felt a warmth in his heart. His godfather was truly different; not only was he not disgusted, but he had even prepared a towel for him.

While Tang San wiped his body, Tang Chuan turned his back and began to share some knowledge.

"Little San, according to a certain master's theory, the upper limit for a first spirit ring is 423 years. In my view, this is completely untenable. A theory that claims to be precise down to the single digit requires absolute rigor."

"You must know that everyone on the Douluo Continent has a different constitution. Some are Beast Spirit Masters whose innate physical fitness is higher than the average person, while others are Support Spirit Masters. Should the limit for both really be 423?"

Tang Chuan shook his head. Whether it was the Spirit Mimicry Theory or the spirit ring age limits, Yu Xiaogang had barely written any of it himself; he simply took records from old books, processed them, and passed them off as his own.

Otherwise, as a level 29 Great Spirit Master, how could he possibly know the absorption limits of those at higher realms than himself?

"That is why I told you before that he is a man who fishes for fame. Just stay away from him in the future."

"Little San understands!"

Tang San's eyes flickered. So, the absorption limit of a spirit ring was related to physical constitution? No wonder his godfather had him eat the Whale Glue. Such world-shaking wisdom—who else could compare?

And that Yu Xiaogang, a mere level twenty-nine Great Spirit Master, actually wanted to swindle me into becoming his disciple. Could it be he just wanted to test out his so-called spirit theories?

"Alright, I'll tell you a few more things in a moment, then you can head back to practice on your own. Tomorrow, we're going to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt your first spirit ring!"

As long as Tang San started absorbing life-attribute spirit beasts early on, there was a very good chance he could elevate his bloodline to the level of the Blue Silver King.

"A first spirit ring!"

Tang San's eyes lit up. This was exactly what he had been waiting for. Ever since his Xuantian technique hit a bottleneck, it hadn't shown the slightest progress, and Tang San suspected it might be related to his level.

Now that he knew adding a spirit ring could break through level restrictions, the Xuantian technique should work the same way.

Afterward, Tang Chuan shared a wealth of knowledge regarding spirit masters and spirit beasts with Tang San, who listened intently while savoring the home-like atmosphere.

Back in the classroom, Yu Xiaogang, his body wrapped in a few bandages, nodded in satisfaction as he looked over the students below, but his brows furrowed the moment he noticed Tang San was missing.