At Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Tang San sat on the rooftop early that morning as he always did, absorbing the first wisp of purple qi on the horizon to cultivate his Purple Demon Eye.
Though Tang San had grown somewhat despondent after suffering two setbacks, his obsession with finding his missing father and rescuing Xiao Wu still drove him onward. For now, that motivation outweighed his dejection.
On top of that, Yu Xiaogang's proposal to help him begin cultivating his second martial soul ahead of schedule had filled him with excitement.
Blue light welled up in his hand, and a dark-purple stalk of blue silver grass slowly appeared. Yet no matter how he looked at it, this martial soul seemed listless, as though its potential had been drained dry.
Martial souls did possess a certain spirituality. Setting aside all the vague, fanciful nonsense, the mere fact that they were inherited through bloodlines and could influence Soul Masters themselves to some extent was enough to show that.
A Soul Master's confidence was actually very important to their martial soul. Tang San had now lost his drive to nurture his blue silver grass and had grown increasingly disdainful of his blue silver grass martial soul's existence. This seemed to have affected the martial soul itself.
As he pondered this, Tang San raised his other hand and studied the profound patterns on the Clear Sky Hammer.
Just then, a deep, resonant voice abruptly sounded behind him.
"Young man, could you let me have a look at your martial souls?" Every muscle in Tang San's body instantly tensed at those words. Before he could do anything else, however, a large hand carrying an immense aura of soul power landed on his shoulder.
The newcomer clearly meant him no harm. Otherwise, that pat would have