You Should Have Attached Fart Spirit Rings!

When they reached the yard behind the cottage.

Yu Xiaogang asked with a solemn expression:

"Little San, what Spirit Beast was your third Spirit Ring from? How many years? What is its Spirit Ability?"

Tang San nodded and spread open his right hand.

A clump of Blue Silver Grass rose from his palm. It had already turned a deep blackish-red, with fine streaks winding along the edges of its blades.

"Teacher, my third Spirit Ability came from a 1,500-year Bloodvine King. My Blue Silver Grass's toughness has increased, and the Spirit Ability is Blue Silver Strangulation."

As he spoke, Tang San extended his hand toward a large tree some distance away.

Several Blue Silver vines burst from beneath the ground, howling as they coiled around the trunk.

"Third Spirit Ability! Blue Silver Strangulation!"

Layer upon layer of vines wrapped tightly around the tree, continuously constricting inward.

The sharp thorns covering the vines scraped relentlessly against the rough bark, sending fine wood chips drifting down.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the scene before him, approval appearing on his face.

"Very good! A fifteen-hundred-year Bloodvine King. This Spirit Ability specializes in sustained crushing pressure, and when paired with your First Spirit Ability, Entangling, it perfectly matches the direction I planned for you."

Tang San withdrew his Soul Power, and the vines wrapped around the tree loosened with a rustle before retracting underground.

"Little San, I have a question for you as well. What exactly is going on with that Lin Xiao's Martial Soul?"

"I'm not sure either. I only know that his Martial Soul is incredibly versatile. Fighting, defense, support, escape, construction, everyday tasks—it covers everything.

It's like carrying around an entire legion."

Yu Xiaogang paced back and forth, rubbing his chin with his fingertips, his heart full of confusion.

"Soul Masters' Martial