Tang Ya, the Hardworking Version

As Tang Ya listened to Huo Yuhao's question, he introduced himself somewhat sheepishly. "Sect Master, my Martial Soul is my eyes."

"What?! You have a Body Martial Soul!"

The instant her wandering thoughts returned, Tang Ya was startled by Huo Yuhao's answer.

She had originally thought he was like her, with a useless Martial Soul.

She had even prepared to comfort him with one of the "master's" famous sayings.

Although Tang Ya herself did not believe that saying, especially after learning the truth about Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

But it was undeniably effective as chicken soup for the soul.

Yet now, Tang Ya realized that she was the clown.

A Body Martial Soul—what kind of concept was that?

In Su Ming's words, it was the current version's answer.

With cultivation, he would absolutely become a powerhouse!

Especially since the more vital the organ, the stronger it was!

What a pity. His Innate Soul Power is too low, so he only broke through to Rank Ten now. Otherwise, his future could have been even brighter.

But if that weren't the case, how could he have joined the Tang Sect so easily?

Perhaps Yuhao's eye Martial Soul might produce extraordinary effects when using Soul Tools.

Tang Ya first felt a wave of regret, but then she became somewhat relieved.

After all, even with Su Ming's support, the Tang Sect was still a small sect.

Some people did not even consider it a sect at all. It was practically an industrial workshop selling small weapons.

That description was actually quite accurate.

The outer disciples they recruited did not have particularly good talent either.

Thus, their training focused tightly on developing the Tang Sect.

Aside from maintaining basic cultivation and practicing martial arts, they spent the rest of their time learning