Your Clear Sky Hammer Will Have Nothing but Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings! Even Ten Gu Lings Won't Be Your Match!

A few minutes later, Yu Xiaogang pushed the door open. Tang San still held the hammer in his hand.

The heavy black hammerhead rested on his knee. The food on the table had gone cold, and several torn lengths of Blue Silver Grass lay scattered beside it.

"Teacher." Tang San looked up and was about to withdraw his Martial Soul, but Yu Xiaogang had already shut the door.

Yu Xiaogang sounded angry. "Don't put it away. Mu Bai and the others told me you still don't want to go back to training?"

Tang San faltered. "I..."

"I've already spoken to the person treating your injuries." Yu Xiaogang pulled over a chair. He paused when he saw the crack in its back, but sat down anyway.

"Xiao San, tell me the truth. What are you thinking?"

Tang San looked down at his palm. After a long silence, he said, "Teacher, if I'd cultivated the Clear Sky Hammer first, would things have turned out differently?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened. He was the one who had told Tang San to cultivate Blue Silver Grass first and hold off on adding Soul Rings to the Clear Sky Hammer.

"Do you think I made you choose wrong?"

Tang San did not answer at once.

He still remembered the pain of having his Spider Spears wrenched off his back. After all these years of cultivation, when Gu Ling had pinned him down with one hand, he had not even had the strength to break free!

Wasn't it because Blue Silver Grass was too useless?

"My Blue Silver Grass is too useless, and my Eight Spider Lances are gone." Tang San's voice grew quieter. "Teacher, what do I have left to beat Gu Ling with?"

Yu Xiaogang stared at him, feeling as though he had been stabbed