Tang San Questions Yu Xiaogang, Tang Hao Appears

Tang San had always known that he was dark-skinned, bloated, and short and thick-limbed.

He repeatedly told himself that build did not matter, looks did not matter; for a Soul Master, only strength mattered most.

Without strength, one was nothing.

Yu Xiaogang had told him countless times,

"Your Innate Full Soul Power comes from the Clear Sky Hammer. Blue Silver Grass is a Waste Martial Soul. Only by listening to me can you go farther. Everything I do is for your own good," and so on.

At first, Tang San had believed Yu Xiaogang was right, but as he continued cultivating, he realized that his Mysterious Heaven Full Soul Power actually came from the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Yu Xiaogang had judged wrong.

It was fine. After all, his teacher had never seen the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Being wrong once or twice was normal. Blue Silver Grass truly was a Waste Martial Soul. As long as he listened to his teacher and cultivated diligently, then one day, once he placed nine Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings or even Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings on the Clear Sky Hammer,

he would surely become invincible in the world of Soul Masters!

But now, Tang San discovered that even the path his teacher had planned for him seemed to be wrong.

In just a few days, his skin had darkened another shade. Even the dullest person could see that it was related to absorbing his third Soul Ring.

If that had been all, Tang San could still have brainwashed himself.

He could tell himself that he did not care.

He could deliberately ignore it.

But now, it was not just his skin color that had gone wrong...

It was his meridians!

His meridians had begun to clog!

Some of the tiny meridians had even completely withered!

At first, Tang San thought it was merely his body's stress reaction after suffering serious injuries and not fully recovering from Martial Soul Backlash, compounded by absorbing a Poison-Attribute Soul Ring. He thought it would get better in a few days.

Until now, he finally became certain.

His meridians were truly withering...

It really was... a side effect of absorbing the third Soul Ring!

Meridians were a Soul Master's lifeline. Even if his Martial Soul was the Clear Sky Hammer, clogged meridians would turn him into a cripple.

His cultivation speed would endlessly decline, the power of the soul skills he released would become incomparably weak, and even if he used the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques, he would still need Soul Power as support...

Why... why... why... why?!!

Tang San's eyes were hollow.

His mind was on the verge of collapse.

He could not understand why. Why had this happened?

Could everything his teacher said... have been completely wrong?

Yu Xiaogang was in a good mood. His old friend's praise filled his mind as he walked slowly through Shrek Academy with his hands behind his back.

He was heading to Tang San's dormitory to see how his good disciple was doing now.

Flender had wanted to come along, but Yu Xiaogang refused. After all, when master and disciple met, outsiders could not be allowed to interfere.

"Black wooden door... broken roof tiles... trees growing around it... looks like this is the one."

Without knocking, Yu Xiaogang smugly pushed the door open.

Before he could speak, he saw Tang San sitting on the bed with vacant eyes.

"Xiao San, Xiao San, your teacher is here. What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that something seemed off about Tang San, he asked.

"Ah... Teacher..."

Tang San looked dazed. "Ah, Teacher, you're here... Teacher, why are you here..."

After a few sentences, he blinked several times before suddenly realizing that Yu Xiaogang had truly come.

"Teacher... Teacher..." Tang San ran over and gripped Yu Xiaogang's hand tightly, with such force that Yu Xiaogang winced in pain.

"Teacher! My meridians are clogged! I'm going to become a cripple! What do I do? What do I do!"

Yu Xiaogang was shocked. "What?!"

Clogged meridians?!

Tang San had to prove that his theory was correct. There could not be the slightest mishap.

"Tell me what happened, quickly!"

"After I absorbed the third Soul Ring, my meridians started clogging. Some tiny meridians even completely withered. There's no way to reverse it!"

Tang San's eyes were red, and his voice choked as he nearly burst into tears.

Before Yu Xiaogang could speak, a violent gust of wind suddenly blew into the room.

It roared through the room as though it might blow the entire house apart.

"Xiao San, say that again!"

A deep, shocked voice rang out. A tall, burly middle-aged man in a black robe, looking somewhat disheveled, appeared in an instant.

His rough, large hand seized Tang San's shoulder as he anxiously demanded, "Xiao San, Father is here. Tell me quickly, what happened to your meridians?!"

The newcomer was Tang Hao.

Tang San was his hope for taking revenge on Spirit Hall and returning to the Clear Sky Sect.

Absolutely nothing could go wrong!

"Fa... Father..."

Seeing the familiar face he had not seen for a full six years, Tang San threw himself into Tang Hao's embrace. He could no longer restrain himself, and tears squeezed from his eyes.

Yu Xiaogang, standing beside them, was startled, and his heart skipped a beat.

Back then, Tang Hao had told him to take good care of his son. Now that Tang San's meridians had gone wrong, even sacrificing his life would not be enough to make up for it.

After Tang San finished crying, he stammered out the reason.

Tang Hao's face grew increasingly grim as he hurriedly grasped Tang San's hand and used Soul Power to examine his meridians.

A few breaths later,

he stared fixedly at Yu Xiaogang. "Why did this happen?!"

Why had this happened to my son?!

Yu Xiaogang immediately panicked. He had originally hoped Tang San had misjudged the situation and that there was actually nothing wrong, but after a Titled Douluo examined him with Soul Power,

it was confirmed that something was truly wrong with Tang San's body.

But he really did not know what had happened. Tang San had been like this the moment he entered. He knew no more than Tang Hao did!

He did not dare shirk responsibility and say it had nothing to do with him.

If Tang Hao got angry and crippled him, everything would be over.

He could only panic and say to Tang San, "Xiao San, explain it in more detail. You can't leave out any detail."

Tang San explained it in greater detail, even sharing his own speculation.

He believed that absorbing the Poison-Attribute Soul Ring had caused this.

It made Tang Hao want to kill Yu Xiaogang.

So this trash was the reason his son had become like this!

Tang Hao had originally been wondering how his son had grown into this state. His own skin was dark too, but it was more bronze-colored. Besides, his features were upright and well-proportioned, and his body was tall and burly.

Other than his Martial Soul, Tang San had inherited none of his strengths.

Thinking about it now, Tang San had turned dark after absorbing the Poison-Attribute Martial Soul. It was entirely Yu Xiaogang's fault!

Yu Xiaogang stood to the side, trembling so badly he nearly started shivering.

He did not dare refute him, did not dare respond, and especially did not dare interrupt Tang San.

He truly did not know why Tang San had become like this.

How could there possibly be something wrong with my theory? There must be another cause that hasn't been discovered yet!

"Lord Haotian, this matter is very complicated. It certainly can't be explained in just a sentence or two. It concerns Xiao San's meridians. As his teacher, I will definitely find the cause!"

His tone was exceptionally firm, as though it had nothing whatsoever to do with him.

Tang Hao gave him a cold look, already having a general idea in his heart. "Leave. I'll call you if I need anything."

Yu Xiaogang knew Tang Hao suspected it was his fault.

Whether he left or stayed, he was at a loss. Yet he did not dare disobey, so he could only hesitate. "Yes, Clear Sky Douluo..."

He shakily walked out.

Born into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, having courted Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden Bibi Dong and traveled the continent, Yu Xiaogang could be said to have seen much of the world.

But when facing a Titled Douluo, he was still afraid.

Afraid of death.