Punishment for Xiao Wu

The Death Two-Headed Python possessed a death attribute, while Tang San's Blue Silver Grass possessed a life attribute.

The two attributes were completely opposed.

Although opposing attributes did not mean Blue Silver Grass could not carry the Death Two-Headed Python's poison, one must not forget Lin Chen's script.

The script Lin Chen had edited was meant to make Tang San's soul skill inherit the Death Two-Headed Python's "two-headed" trait—that was, releasing two Blue Silver Grasses at once.

This soul skill would definitely be useless.

It was just that the script had been edited too meticulously, making it somewhat less plausible.

Lin Chen was not sure whether it would succeed.

But it did not matter. Even if it failed, it would merely give Tang San a Blue Silver Grass Wrap comparable to her original first soul skill.

How was a second soul skill comparable to a first soul skill not a change in itself?

After editing the script.

Lin Chen finally relaxed and enjoyed Xiao Wu's head massage.

She controlled her strength perfectly, causing Lin Chen to unconsciously relax completely. Before he knew it, he had fallen fast asleep in her arms.

Five days later.

After two and a half days of searching, Yu Xiaogang's group of three finally found a soul beast in Soul Hunting Forest that barely met Yu Xiaogang's requirements.

However...

Looking at the half-dead giant python lying on the ground, with two heads.

Yu Xiaogang could not help falling into deep thought.

A Death Two-Headed Python of around five hundred years was unquestionably high quality, but it only exceeded the first-ring limit in his Ultimate Theory by a little.

In other words, the soul skill Tang San ultimately obtained could only barely surpass the first-ring limit, which left Yu Xiaogang deeply dissatisfied.

Why could it not have both suitable quality and a suitable age?

"Grandmaster, while the Death Two-Headed Python's quality is quite good, isn't its compatibility with Little San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul a little low?"

"Among plant-type soul beasts, there are plenty that meet your expectations—soul beasts that can grant the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul poison and toughness."

After thinking it over, Notting's dean still voiced what was on his mind.

Of course, he knew Yu Xiaogang was doing this to prove his own theory, but when there was clearly a better choice, why take this risk?

If the soul skill he obtained in the end was unsatisfactory, Tang San would inevitably harbor resentment.

Was he not afraid of ruining this disciple?

At his words, Yu Xiaogang reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He exploded instantly.

He abruptly turned to glare at Notting's dean. "Are you questioning my theory?"

Notting's dean: "..."

Before Notting's dean could speak, Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San.

"Little San, do you believe him or me?"

He had originally been hesitating, but Notting's dean had provoked him. He made his decision immediately—today, he had to thoroughly slap that guy in the face.

"Of course I believe Teacher."

Tang San's words lacked confidence. With the example of his first ring right there, he truly feared his teacher would give him another useless soul skill.

But as a disciple, he needed to preserve his teacher's dignity.

If he supported the dean at this time, where would his teacher's dignity be?

"Then let's do it."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang smugly shot Notting's dean a glance.

Notting's dean shook his head helplessly.

Tang San had already said that much. What else could he, an outsider, say?

He could only hope nothing went wrong.

"Yes, Teacher."

Tang San no longer hesitated. He immediately killed the Death Two-Headed Python on the ground, which Notting's dean had already beaten to the brink of death.

A brilliant yellow Spirit Ring emerged from the Death Two-Headed Python's corpse.

Tang San sat cross-legged and began absorbing the Spirit Ring.

A five-hundred-year second ring posed no pressure at all for Tang San.

The Spirit Ring absorption soon neared its end.

As his level broke through its bottleneck, information about his soul skill flooded into his mind.

Second Soul Skill: Condense two Blue Silver Grasses and bind one or two targets. The Blue Silver Grass carries Death Rot Poison, which can cause small areas of skin ulceration on the target.

Tang San: "..."

His Blue Silver Grass could already branch out, so the trait of condensing two Blue Silver Grasses had no significance to him whatsoever.

As for Death Rot Poison...

Small areas of skin ulceration—wasn't that just a skin disease?

What fucking use was this poison?

Tang San regretted it. He regretted not supporting the dean just now.

Wonderful.

After Blue Silver Pole Vault, he had gained another useless soul skill.

Spirit Masters only had so many Spirit Ring slots. Wasting one meant having one less, yet he had now wasted two whole slots.

That meant that even if he cultivated to become a Titled Douluo in the future, he would still have two fewer soul skills than other Titled Douluo, and his strength would naturally be greatly diminished.

Of course, that was without considering his second Martial Soul.

"Phew!"

Tang San opened his eyes and let out a heavy breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, though the frustration on his face was obvious.

Seeing this, Notting's dean could not help shaking his head.

It seemed things truly had not exceeded his expectations.

Yet Yu Xiaogang seemed not to see Tang San's expression at all. With his hands clasped behind his back and his chin slightly raised, he radiated an inexplicable confidence.

"Little San, tell him loudly what your second soul skill is."

Tang San: "..."

Looking at the pride on his teacher's face, Tang San inexplicably felt the urge to rush forward and slap him.

But an urge was just an urge. In the end, he did not do it.

Nor did he answer.

When Yu Xiaogang failed to hear Tang San's voice for a long while, his heart skipped a beat.

Could it be... Impossible, absolutely impossible.

The compatibility between the Death Two-Headed Python and Blue Silver Grass was indeed not as high as that of plant-type soul beasts, but its quality was undeniable. No matter how poor the soul skill was, how bad could it be?

"What is your soul skill's effect?"

Yu Xiaogang abruptly looked at Tang San as though he wanted to swallow him alive.

Tang San had no choice but to describe his soul skill's effect with a face full of frustration.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could the soul skill's effect be this trash?"

Yu Xiaogang's face was filled with disbelief.

Notting's dean was also slightly stunned. He too found it somewhat unreasonable.

Everything else was fine, but the poison's effect was clearly abnormal.

This was a Death Two-Headed Python that could poison a thousand-year soul beast to death after merely a hundred years.

Why had its poison become so pathetic after being added to Blue Silver Grass?

Even if Blue Silver Grass was a useless Martial Soul and the poison's effect had been weakened, it should not have been weakened to such an outrageous degree.

Their reactions only made Tang San feel even more frustrated.

"That is the fact. What's impossible about it?"

A trace of resentment colored his tone, making Yu Xiaogang frown slightly.

Insolent brat, how dare he speak to me like that?

But when he remembered that he himself had stubbornly insisted on making Tang San absorb the Death Two-Headed Python, the little anger in Yu Xiaogang's heart instantly dissipated.

His second soul skill was useless. It was only natural for him to feel some resentment.