My God, a Century-Old Lonely Bamboo

"Master, could you please choose a spirit beast for me that is as close to my limit as possible?"

"Rest assured."

"No matter the final result, I promise I won't blame you."

Tang San spoke with sincere earnestness.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "Rules are rules. No one can break them, and I cannot take responsibility if something goes wrong."

"But..."

Before Tang San could finish his sentence, Yu Xiaogang raised a hand to cut him off.

"Enough, say no more."

Seeing this, Tang San clenched his fists involuntarily, his face full of unwillingness.

I wonder how strong the spirit beast is.

If it isn't too powerful, perhaps I could hunt one myself...

No, I don't know how to choose.

The Master had just told him that one couldn't just pick any spirit beast; it had to have a certain degree of compatibility with one's Martial Soul.

In other words, even if he had the ability to hunt, he wouldn't know what to hunt.

He had to rely on the Master.

It was precisely because of this that Tang San felt incredibly distressed.

Tang San felt as if he had returned to his past life.

He was back in that period where he clearly had talent but couldn't obtain the true teachings.

What pained him most was that in his past life, he had time to slowly steal those teachings, but now, he had no time to learn about spirit beasts.

Yu Xiaogang glanced at Tang San, taking in the anxious look on the boy's face.

This was the effect he wanted.

He didn't want to take him as a disciple?

If he couldn't even handle a little brat, how could he still call himself a Master?

There would come a time when Tang San would beg to be his disciple.

Tang San pondered for a long time and finally thought of a solution.

He dropped to his knees in the carriage with a thud.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Before Yu Xiaogang could react, he had already kowtowed three times.

"Master, please take me as your disciple."

His reasoning was simple: since the Master had developed the Ultimate Theory, he wouldn't choose a ten-year spirit ring for his own disciple, would he?

It just so happened that the other party also had the intention of taking him on.

In fact, after everything the man had said, it was quite possible he was just trying to force his hand.

Since that was the case, he would grant his wish.

If he wanted to go further, he truly needed a teacher's guidance.

"Silly child, you don't need to kowtow to become a disciple."

Yu Xiaogang smiled, a very happy smile, pleased that he had easily manipulated Tang San.

Tang San said firmly, "A teacher for a day is a father for life."

Yu Xiaogang was stunned, then burst into hearty laughter.

"Hahaha... what a 'teacher for a day, father for life'."

"Get up."

He reached out to help Tang San up, then took out a belt.

"This is your initiation gift from your teacher."

Yu Xiaogang was poor; this Storage Soul Tool was the only thing he had that was worth showing off.

If he gave it to Tang San, he would have nothing left himself.

However, it was necessary; otherwise, without even a decent gift, Tang San would surely look down on him.

"Thank you, Teacher!"

Once Yu Xiaogang explained the function of the Storage Soul Tool, Tang San was overjoyed.

He hadn't expected such a treasure to exist in this world.

With this, he could carry more hidden weapons and carry forward the legacy of the Tang Sect.

After the apprenticeship, Yu Xiaogang no longer held back.

He explained the knowledge of Spirit Masters in detail, along with his arrangements and plans for him.

Tang San hadn't expected that even though the man had failed to take him as a disciple yesterday, he had still stayed up late to make a plan for him, which stirred a ripple in his heart.

Having lived two lives, he had never felt such genuine care.

Not even from his father.

At this moment, Tang San truly accepted Yu Xiaogang as his teacher.

He hadn't chosen the wrong teacher.

Yu Xiaogang lectured, and Tang San listened very attentively the entire time.

It wasn't until noon the next day that they arrived at the Soul Hunting Forest.

Not long after entering the forest, the two encountered a bamboo grove.

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward and gently stroked a bamboo stalk that didn't look very thick.

"This is a ten-year Lonely Bamboo. Its attack power is weak, but its defense is decent, making it very suitable for your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."

Tang San wasn't interested.

A ten-year Lonely Bamboo? Even a dog wouldn't choose that; it had to be at least a century-old one.

"But the age is still too..."

As Yu Xiaogang was speaking, he caught a glimpse of something and his voice came to an abrupt halt.

He rushed out suddenly.

Tang San was startled for a moment, then immediately followed closely behind.

Yu Xiaogang stopped in front of a thick bamboo stalk.

He looked the bamboo up and down, then reached out to touch and pinch it.

"My God, it's actually a century-old Lonely Bamboo. There's a century-old Lonely Bamboo on the outskirts of the Soul Hunting Forest."

Yu Xiaogang was full of excitement.

He had originally intended to find a spirit beast for Tang San that possessed poison attributes and toughness, which could strengthen the control methods of the Blue Silver Grass.

However, he also knew clearly that he didn't have the strength to hunt such a spirit beast.

And now, he had actually encountered a century-old Lonely Bamboo.

A spirit beast like the Lonely Bamboo had no lethality at all before ten thousand years; anyone could easily kill it.

Moreover, the toughness of bamboo was naturally good, and it was also a plant.

It couldn't be more compatible with the Blue Silver Grass.

The only flaw was that the Lonely Bamboo didn't possess the toxicity he had envisioned.

"A century-old Lonely Bamboo?"

A glimmer of excitement flashed in Tang San's eyes as well.

Was his luck really this good?

The teacher said that, normally, one would have to spend three to five days, half a month, or even longer in the spirit beast forest to find a suitable spirit ring.

Yet, they had just entered and already found a suitable one.

Tang San asked, "Teacher, what is the specific age of this Lonely Bamboo?"

Yu Xiaogang said, "For a spirit beast like the Lonely Bamboo, you can judge its age by its bark and height. This one is over three hundred meters tall."

"That means its age has exceeded three hundred years, which is quite close to the limit of the first ring according to my Ultimate Theory. It fits your needs perfectly."

Tang San was overjoyed.

"Then, Teacher..."

"Do it."

Yu Xiaogang interrupted, showing no intention of looking further.

He was afraid he might lose his life if he kept looking.

"Right!"

Hearing this, Tang San didn't hesitate. He immediately took a dagger from his Storage Soul Tool and began hacking away at the base of the century-old Lonely Bamboo.

Using a dagger to cut bamboo was inevitably tiring.

However, without other weapons, Tang San could only patiently hack away bit by bit.

Ten minutes later.

Tang San, drenched in sweat, finally cut down the century-old Lonely Bamboo, and a bright yellow spirit ring suddenly rose from its base.

Yu Xiaogang said, "Sit cross-legged, release your Martial Soul, and focus your mind. Remember, no matter how painful it gets, you must hold on. You must not pass out."

"Yes, Teacher!"

Tang San nodded heavily and sat cross-legged in front of the spirit ring.

The moment he released his Blue Silver Grass, he immediately felt a pulling force, and the yellow spirit ring flew toward the top of his head.