Tang San's gaze suddenly sharpened, his heart trembling with shock.
Before them, Yu Xiaogang summoned his Martial Soul.
The plump Luo Sanpao appeared upon landing.
Usually, it looked harmless and adorably foolish.
But now, its savagery surged!
Its fangs bared, its face fierce as it growled viciously at the Pig Luo Grass Soul Beasts surrounding them from all sides!
It looked utterly imposing, without a trace of fear!
"First Soul Skill, Heaven-Shaking, Earth-Rending Luo Sanpao!!"
Yu Xiaogang shouted coldly.
Two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings gleamed brightly as dense Soul Power erupted forth, pouring entirely into Luo Sanpao's body!
The little fellow was incredibly spirited, its movements swift.
It leaped into the air, shooting straight toward the heavens!
In midair, its round cannon-like rear precisely locked onto the entire cluster of Pig Luo Grass blocking their path!
The next second!
Boom!!
A thunderous explosion suddenly rang out!
A cloud of yellow foul gas erupted, its violent shockwave instantly sweeping across the entire area!
Every Pig Luo Grass in its path stiffened, white light flickering above their heads as they all died in an instant!
They had been wiped out in seconds, cleanly and decisively!
Tang San's heart convulsed.
Despite the experiences of two lifetimes, this was the first time he had ever seen such an absurd move.
A dignified Soul Master technique actually cleared the field with a fart!
Yet he had to admit it.
Master's Heaven-Shaking, Earth-Rending Luo Sanpao was truly tyrannical beyond compare!
Yu Xiaogang remained calm, letting out a light snort.
How could mere ten-year Soul Beasts dare block the path of a theoretical master like him?
They were simply courting death!
"Cough, cough!"
Suddenly, a bout of dry coughing came from the grass not far away.
"Who the hell is it? I was taking a dump, and someone blasted me with a fart?"
"Ptooey!"
"It reeks even worse than my shit!"
Ao Yin ran out of the weeds while covering his nose, only to discover that it was Yu Xiaogang and Tang San again.
He could not help inwardly cursing his bad luck.
Yu Xiaogang and Tang San were both stunned. It truly proved the saying: enemies were bound to meet.
"Master, isn't your desire for revenge a little too strong?"
Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly. Naturally, he knew Ao Yin was referring to how he had deliberately made him fart in public and embarrass himself before, but claiming that he was taking revenge over that was complete nonsense.
Just now, he truly had not known that Ao Yin was squatting behind the grass to take a dump.
"Teacher, listen to the filthy nonsense he's spouting."
"This man has already chosen the path of death. There's no one around here, so Teacher, why don't we..."
"Enough!"
Yu Xiaogang immediately rebuked him. He had not expected Tang San to possess such heavy killing intent despite being so young.
If one wished to keep something hidden, one should never do it in the first place. Besides, as an academy teacher, it would have been one thing if he had not encountered Ao Yin, but since he had, he had a duty to protect him.
Of course, that was only if Ao Yin was willing to stay by his side. If he insisted on courting death by running around recklessly, then no one else could be blamed!
As they spoke, specks of white light slowly rose from the ground.
Those were the ten-year Soul Rings condensed after the Pig Luo Grass died.
Yu Xiaogang ignored Ao Yin. Instead, he pretended to be casual as his peripheral vision swept over Tang San behind him.
Yu Xiaogang spoke at just the right moment, calmly beginning his lesson.
"When a Soul Beast dies, it will inevitably produce a Soul Ring."
"Before you are the lowest-grade white ten-year Soul Rings."
"My Martial Soul theory has also mentioned that Soul Rings are divided into five tiers, their strength determined by age: ten years is white, a hundred years is yellow, a thousand years is purple, ten thousand years is black, and a hundred thousand years is scarlet!"
As he said this, Yu Xiaogang appeared perfectly casual, yet his lofty bearing was unmistakably on display.
Tang San listened with surging excitement, his eyes burning.
So the older a Soul Ring was, the stronger it became!
A hundred-thousand-year blood-red Soul Ring?!
Very strong! But was there anything stronger still?
He could not help asking at once.
"Teacher, are there Soul Rings with even higher age limits beyond a hundred thousand years? What colors would two-hundred-thousand-year and million-year Soul Rings be?"
Yu Xiaogang raised his brows slightly, his expression becoming somewhat solemn.
"Two-hundred-thousand-year Soul Beasts are exceedingly rare on the continent."
"Those capable of subduing them are one in ten thousand."
"As for a million years?"
"That is simply a fantasy!"
"As for the colors you mentioned, Teacher... doesn't know either!"
Meanwhile, Ao Yin did not even raise his eyes. He took off his pants and squatted down again nearby!
Tang San flew into a rage, pointing at him as he cursed, "Ao Yin, are you here just to take a dump?"
Ao Yin wore an awkward expression as well. Not long after entering the Soul Hunting Forest, he had suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to relieve himself that he simply could not hold back.
He gave Yu Xiaogang an embarrassed smile. "Master, sorry about that. Maybe I ate something bad yesterday. Please continue. I'd like to listen to Master's lesson too!"
Though everyone had their urgent needs, Yu Xiaogang had just blasted him with a fart and Ao Yin had not said much about it.
Still, feeling that his dignity had been damaged, Yu Xiaogang's tone became slightly stern as he said to Tang San, "Soul Masters must avoid aiming too high while underestimating themselves. Lofty aspirations are fine, but you must not indulge in empty fantasies!"
Tang San scratched his head, seeming to understand but not entirely.
Yu Xiaogang stared directly at him and suddenly tested him.
"Then answer me this. What is the maximum age limit a level-ten novice Soul Master can withstand for their first Soul Ring?"
Tang San froze instantly.
He had never heard of such a restriction!
Yu Xiaogang solemnly gave the standard answer, every word carrying authority.
"The limit for the first Soul Ring is four hundred and twenty-three years."
"Anything above five hundred years will overwhelm a Soul Master's physique. Forcibly absorbing it means certain death!"
Tang San swallowed. It was fortunate that Master was accompanying him. If he had not known these rules, he might have died without even knowing why.
Master waved a hand and said modestly, "My Martial Soul theory is quite widespread. These things have already become basic common knowledge in the Soul Master world. Ask anyone, and they'll know!"
Everyone knew it!
A phrase instantly came to Tang San's mind. He had not expected Master's reputation to be so great, and his recognition of Master's theory deepened even further.
Meanwhile, Ao Yin, who was straining hard to take a dump, had turned red in the face. Anyone who did not know better might have thought he was holding back laughter.
Ao Yin frantically reminded himself, Shut up, mouth! Hold it in! Don't laugh!
In truth, he really was holding back laughter. There was nothing he could do about it—Yu Xiaogang had made it sound so grand and righteous, turning a few pieces of common knowledge into Martial Soul theory he had supposedly researched for years. Anyone who could hear that and not laugh was truly talented!
He doesn't know anything, yet he's still putting on such an act. I even know the colors of two-hundred-thousand-year and million-year Soul Rings!
Ao Yin sneered inwardly.
But there was no need to educate Yu Xiaogang right now. At the moment, he needed to focus on taking his dump.
"Teacher, then what about these Soul Rings?"
Yu Xiaogang looked at the white Pig Luo Grass Soul Rings on the ground and said with a faint smile, "Little San, although these ten-year Pig Luo Grass Soul Rings are decent, you can't absorb them."
"Oh?"
Yu Xiaogang deliberately touched upon Tang San's blind spot again, showing off as he said, "My Martial Soul theory specifically mentions that a Soul Ring can only be absorbed by the person who personally delivers the final blow. This is because Soul Beasts are inherently proud, and Soul Rings carry the obsession of the Soul Beast. Their spiritual Soul Power can only bind to their killer."
"Although these Pig Luo Grass Soul Rings come from plant-type Soul Beasts, like your Blue Silver Grass, and their age is within your absorption range, they do not suit the direction of your Martial Soul Evolution."
"Do you remember what I told you before?" Yu Xiaogang asked with a faint smile.
Tang San nodded. "I remember. The Soul Beast you're going to find for me must possess two traits. The most important is toughness, to make up for Blue Silver Grass's weakness of snapping with a single pull. The second is paralysis, so it can develop toward the control-system path."
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