The Hundred-Year Solitary Bamboo Still Remained, Tang San's Complete Breakdown

Tang San gazed at his hands, looking at the somewhat plain white soul ring that had appeared around his Blue Silver Grass martial soul. His expression was incomparably complicated.

"Although it's the weakest hundred-year soul ring—no, a ten-year soul ring—as someone with twin martial souls, I'll still have a chance to grow stronger."

"What matters now is cultivating quickly. This soul ring won't affect me too much."

Tang San tried to push himself up with both hands.

But the intense pain shooting through his right arm made him grit his teeth. He could only barely rise using his left hand.

Feeling the pain in his right arm again, Tang San clutched it tightly.

His arm had effectively been crippled by Chen Ye.

After being torn apart by space, it was no different from being severed. Only a tiny bit of flesh still connected it.

The sensation was no different from having one's arm amputated normally.

Once a person's arm was severed and they could no longer feel it, they would experience phantom pain.

Although Tang San's arm had been reattached, it would take at least another year or two to recover.

During that time, both his cultivation and every other aspect of his life would be completely delayed.

He could no longer forge as he once could. With only one hand, he could barely forge anything at all.

Nor could he complete his detailed research into hidden weapons.

Looking at his right hand, Tang San's eyes brimmed with hatred.

He did not know who it was. He did not know who had ruined his future, nor who had ambushed him.

But Tang San swore that once he found the person who had attacked him, he would kill them with everything he had and avenge the destruction of his arm.

Chen Ye naturally noticed the killing intent in Tang San's eyes, but he felt nothing.

Perhaps he could try to kill Tang San outright now.

After all, with a thousand-year soul ring while Tang San was half-crippled, he genuinely had a chance of succeeding.

Moreover, Tang Hao should have come to see Yu Xiaogang before this.

After meeting Yu Xiaogang, he should have left for a short while.

So this period should have been the safest opportunity, yet Chen Ye did not do it.

First, he did not know whether he could truly kill Tang San. Second, it seemed unnecessary now.

With Tang San half-crippled, the only thing he could learn was martial soul theory from Yu Xiaogang.

Chen Ye was rather curious to see just how badly Yu Xiaogang's martial soul theories could mislead someone.

Especially since he was looking forward to seeing Tang San's expression when Yu Xiaogang woke up and told him that he possessed a hundred-year Solitary Bamboo.

As Tang San reached the doorway and saw Yu Xiaogang's bruised and swollen face, he hurriedly raised a hand and pressed several acupoints on Yu Xiaogang's body, waking him.

Yu Xiaogang groggily sat up. His eyes were full of exhaustion. Looking at Tang San, he barely managed to shake his head.

"Damn it! Which beast dared to attack me, a master, within the academy? He's courting death!"

"Little San, you've already absorbed the soul ring, right? How does it feel? Your teacher went through great pains to help you obtain this hundred-year soul ring..."

Yu Xiaogang did not finish speaking. His voice came to an abrupt halt.

The soul ring around the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand was not yellow, but white.

Looking at the white soul ring, Yu Xiaogang's eyes filled with disbelief.

That was something Tang Hao had obtained. He was a Your Excellency, a Titled Douluo.

Could such a peerless powerhouse truly fail to distinguish between a ten-year soul beast and a hundred-year one?

Yu Xiaogang was utterly baffled.

He had also judged earlier that the soul beast had indeed reached a hundred years.

It had been a Solitary Bamboo more than three hundred years old. Even among all Solitary Bamboos, it had been an exceptionally rare and powerful one.

After Tang San absorbed such a Solitary Bamboo, there was a high chance he would gain an extremely powerful soul skill related to resilience, and its effects would be potent.

Though it would not compare to the soul skill granted by a Datura Snake, it should not have been bad.

Yet right before his eyes, Tang San had absorbed the ten-year Solitary Bamboo that he had thrown into the storeroom at the back.

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang ignored the pain in his face and hurriedly got to his feet, staggering into the house.

Tang San stood there blankly as he watched Yu Xiaogang.

The moment he heard "hundred-year Solitary Bamboo," his mind went completely blank.

He too stared at Yu Xiaogang's retreating figure, his eyes full of disbelief, and followed him back inside.

Under Tang San's disbelieving gaze, Yu Xiaogang carried out a thicker, rougher Solitary Bamboo radiating a far more powerful aura.

Though this Solitary Bamboo did not look much different from an ordinary one, a faint golden glow surrounded it protectively.

It was obvious that this Solitary Bamboo was stronger and older.

Staring at the weak Solitary Bamboo he had killed and the powerful one before him, Tang San's expression changed almost instantly.

He stared at Yu Xiaogang with an eerie, complicated look, his eyes full of disbelief.

Yu Xiaogang was equally incredulous at the sight.

He clearly remembered placing the hundred-year Solitary Bamboo outside. Why, then, was the ten-year Solitary Bamboo he had brought back outside instead?

"Little San, listen to your teacher's explanation. Your teacher didn't do it on purpose. Maybe I remembered wrong. The one I found for you was this hundred-year Solitary Bamboo!"

Yu Xiaogang's tone was full of disbelief.

He never would have imagined that someone had secretly come and switched his Solitary Bamboos.

They had silently bypassed both of them, entered the room, and exchanged the hundred-year Solitary Bamboo for the ten-year one.

As Tang San's eyes reddened, Chen Ye merely stood there calmly.

His expression did not change. He took two steps back and stood by the wall, ready to leave at any moment.

Then, under Chen Ye's watchful gaze, Tang San fixed his eyes on Yu Xiaogang and charged straight at him.

He straddled Yu Xiaogang's body, his fists raining down like raindrops as screams rang out.

Three-Shot Cannon appeared. With a massive fart, yellow mist began spreading through the room.

Seeing the yellow mist, Chen Ye took a step forward and headed directly back into the academy without pausing.

By the time he returned, the lights had already gone out. The work-study students were not provided with lighting at night anyway.

When the door opened, Xiao Wu's beautiful eyes looked over. When she saw it was Chen Ye, she froze for a moment.

The hostility in her eyes was gone. She merely nodded quietly at Chen Ye.

Chen Ye ignored her, sat down on the other side, then slowly crossed his legs and closed his eyes to cultivate.

Time passed bit by bit. It was not until deep into the night, with moonlight already hanging high in the sky, that Tang San returned.

He also brought with him a foul stench.

Xiao Wu looked at Tang San. She had just been about to approach him, but after smelling the odor, she hesitated for a second before slowly sitting back down on her bed.

She looked at Tang San with a complicated expression.

Tang San forced a smile at Xiao Wu, then sat down on the other side, his expression filled with loneliness and sorrow.

Whenever he thought that he might originally have absorbed a hundred-year Solitary Bamboo and obtained the most basic hundred-year soul ring, Tang San felt an indescribable pain in his heart.

That had been a soul ring more than three hundred years old, among the stronger hundred-year soul rings.

Naturally, he resented Yu Xiaogang.

But he also blamed himself. Why had he not asked clearly? Why had he not confirmed exactly how old the Solitary Bamboo was before blindly absorbing a ten-year Solitary Bamboo?