The Potential of Blue Silver Grass, Absorbing the Eight Spider Lances

"Tang San, come find me whenever you figure it out."

"Your Blue Silver Grass is actually only one step away from becoming a high-dimensional power like mine."

Li Qinglian gave Tang San a long look.

"My Blue Silver Grass..."

"Can it actually become an existence as powerful as Li Qinglian?"

"Is that really possible?"

Tang San swallowed, his heart shaken.

But Li Qinglian's martial soul was merely a tree!

If Li Qinglian could do it, why couldn't he?

Perhaps my Blue Silver Grass martial soul was never a weak martial soul. The strange things about me may not have resulted from cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Perhaps my martial soul itself is incredibly powerful...

Tang San lowered his head and looked at the Blue Silver Grass in his palm.

He should have realized this long ago.

Blue Silver Grass was a weak martial soul, yet his Blue Silver Grass was noticeably stronger than ordinary Blue Silver Grass. That was absolutely not something to overlook.

But Yu Xiaogang had always instilled one principle in Tang San: there were no worthless martial souls, only worthless Soul Masters!

As a result, Tang San had always attributed his ability to make Blue Silver Grass so powerful to his own strength, the Mysterious Heaven Skill, or mutations caused by transmigration.

Thus, Tang San had never dug deeper into the origins of his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

But now, Tang San seemed to realize that he had been wrong.

There were no worthless martial souls, only worthless Soul Masters. It was merely a poisonous motivational saying that could inspire people. But if one treated it as an unshakable truth, it would lead to misjudgment.

If that is true, then haven't I been cultivating incorrectly for the past six years?

For a moment, Tang San felt a chill crawl down his spine.

But when he looked up again, Li Qinglian had already vanished.

"Spirit Hall's newly appointed Holy Son is incredible."

"He is far stronger than Hu Liena."

"That sense of oppression is simply incomparable to Hu Liena's."

Ning Rongrong's eyes shimmered.

Tang San was already the most monstrous genius she had ever seen.

She even dared say that Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa could not have been stronger than Tang San at his age.

But Li Qinglian was clearly an even greater monster.

"Perhaps Spirit Hall has made some new breakthroughs in theoretical research... We have already fallen behind this era."

Zhu Zhuqing watched Li Qinglian's fading figure and murmured softly.

She had a premonition.

In the future, the entire Soul Master world would undergo tremendous change.

A theory of dimensions that transcended the chain of martial soul type suppression would absolutely overturn the entire Soul Master world.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Tang San, then at Li Qinglian, and suddenly felt that the future was about to change completely.

The hidden weapons Tang San created were exquisitely intricate. She found it hard to imagine that he was only a twelve-year-old boy. With so many complex structures and mechanisms, even if one began learning in the womb, twelve years would not be enough to reach Tang San's level.

Yet Tang San was just that formidable.

And Li Qinglian? He made her feel even more terrifying than Tang San!

"But what did Li Qinglian mean when he said Tang San's martial soul could still ascend to a higher dimension?"

"Could Blue Silver Grass become as powerful as Li Qinglian's martial soul? How is that possible? Blue Silver Grass is the weakest martial soul in the world." Ning Rongrong curled her lips.

Ning Rongrong had voiced what everyone present was thinking.

Blue Silver Grass was one of the lowest-tier martial souls in the world!

Tang San had already done extraordinarily well by cultivating Blue Silver Grass until it could compare with ordinary martial souls. How could it possibly have the potential to stand alongside Spirit Hall's Holy Son, Li Qinglian?

"But Third Brother's martial soul does seem much stronger than ordinary Blue Silver Grass. How could normal Blue Silver Grass be as strong as Third Brother's? Would that still even count as grass? Maybe..." Oscar quietly reminded them.

If my martial soul truly holds another great secret, I must learn about it as soon as possible.

Otherwise, once all my Soul Rings have been attached, the upper limit of my martial soul will be permanently fixed!

Even trading the Hidden Weapons Encyclopedia to Li Qinglian would be acceptable. He does not know how exquisite my Hidden Weapons Encyclopedia is anyway. I could simply give him a few methods for crafting hidden weapons.

Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

Inside a secluded cave.

Li Qinglian sat cross-legged, with the eight spider legs removed from the Man Faced Demon Spider laid out before him.

The dark-purple spider legs gleamed with a cold, ghostly luster in the dim light. Each was as sharp as a spear, its surface covered in dense dark patterns and containing a violent, ferocious aura.

He extended a hand, gently pressed his fingertips against one of the spider legs, and closed his eyes.

A fierce suction force erupted from his palm. The eight spider legs nearly trembled at once, releasing a low hum.

Eight streaks of dark-purple light lit up simultaneously and burrowed into his back like living creatures.

At the same time, the Soul Power within Li Qinglian's body surged toward his back.

In that instant, Li Qinglian felt two utterly different energies violently collide within him.

On the left was death.

Pure, icy, silent death—the final end of all things.

On the right was life.

Gentle, vigorous, and endlessly abundant vitality.

The two completely opposing powers maintained an exquisitely delicate balance, each occupying a part of his body as they slowly spread, settled, and merged along both sides of his spine.

The muscles in his back spasmed violently. Eight savage bulges writhed, struggled, and tore beneath his skin.

Moments later, eight dark-purple spider lances burst from both sides of his back. Veiled in a thin layer of dark-purple radiance, they unfurled and spread behind him like a pair of savage yet magnificent wings.

Eight Spider Lances.

External Soul Bone.

Li Qinglian slowly opened his eyes, and the golden-white light within his pupils flickered faintly.

He sensed the strange sensations transmitted by the eight spider lances behind him, then willed them into motion.

All eight spider lances pierced into the ground.

The next instant, an immense suction force erupted from their tips, as though eight invisible conduits had simultaneously plunged into the veins of the earth.

Soul Power from the soil, vitality deep within the roots of grass and trees, residual energy essence from ores... countless tiny and mixed powers gathered from every direction and surged into his body through the eight spider lances.

Li Qinglian narrowed his eyes slightly as he felt the ceaseless influx of power.

"The Eight Spider Lances can actually carry both the power of life and death within me at the same time."

"Interesting..."

Li Qinglian sensed the energy nurtured within the eight spider lances. Ninety percent of it was pure death energy, while only ten percent was life energy.

Death was, after all, his fundamental nature. The Life Attribute was merely an extension of his power.

For the current Li Qinglian, it was impossible to cultivate life energy and death energy to equal amounts.

"If life's green and death's black truly reached an even balance, then my Death Divine Tree could truly be called a Reincarnation Divine Tree."

Li Qinglian understood somewhat.

Why Gu Yuena had been so startled after seeing the green leaves upon the Death Divine Tree.

Soul beasts were born as what they were, with almost no possibility of climbing any higher. Even a creature at the top of the food chain like Gu Yuena lived a life whose end could be seen at a glance.

But humans possessed limitless potential.

Dragons were the strongest from birth, while humans became the strongest through later growth.

Li Qinglian had been reborn as a human with supreme innate talent, and he had also received gifts from life, Goodness, and the Silver Dragon King. Among all humanity, no one could compare to Li Qinglian.

Among the Dragon Clan, competing for the position of Dragon God was difficult. In the God Realm, becoming the ruler of the God Realm was also difficult. But among the Human Clan, becoming the Human Emperor was almost effortless.

Right now was undoubtedly the last, and greatest, opportunity to pick up the leftovers before the rise of the Human Clan.