Back at the academy, Tang San did not go to the training grounds.
He walked straight into Yu Xiaogang's room. Once Grandmaster entered, he raised his left hand. Black light surged, and a small, dark hammer appeared in his palm.
"Teacher, I want to add soul rings to my Clear Sky Hammer."
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang froze halfway through closing the door. Somewhat startled, he asked, "Now?"
"Now!"
Tang San answered without the slightest hesitation.
After watching Blazing Fire Academy's match, he had thought about nothing else the entire way back. He had not even heard Xiao Wu calling him.
In Tang San's eyes, his Blue Silver Grass was a trash martial soul that posed no threat to Gu Ling. Now that his external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances, had been destroyed too, the Clear Sky Hammer was all he had left to rely on.
If he kept training the same way, even if they successfully reached the Grand Finals, how could the outcome be any different?
"Nonsense!" Yu Xiaogang abruptly turned around, his expression darkening.
"What did I tell you a few days ago? Train your Blue Silver Grass to five rings before considering adding soul rings to the Clear Sky Hammer. If you add rings now, how will you ever achieve an entire set of ten-thousand-year rings?"
Tang San tightened his grip on the handle and looked up at him, demanding urgently, "How long would I have to wait?"
"I'm only rank forty-three right now. Teacher, by the time I slowly train my way to rank fifty, this tournament will be long over!"
Yu Xiaogang frowned and said:
"Training is a lifelong pursuit. You can't focus on just one tournament. The soul rings you absorb now won't turn into ten-thousand-year rings on their own just because your