Blue Silver Grass could fly-Blue Silver Grass really could fly!

The next day, Tang San went to find Ling Han after class.

"Teacher, what are we practicing today?"

Anticipation and excitement filled Tang San's face. He could hardly wait to learn more.

Ling Han smiled. "Being eager to learn is a good thing. Today, we'll learn something impressive. Let's see whether you can master it."

"I won't let you down, Teacher!" Tang San said firmly.

Then Ling Han took Tang San to the mountain behind the school.

"Today, we'll learn to form a dragon!"

Tang San's eyes widened. A dragon? Teacher wanted him to form a dragon with mere blue silver grass?

Before Tang San could react, Ling Han released his martial soul.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red—seven soul rings rose in succession.

The phantom of the Ice Dragon King appeared behind Ling Han.

Then Ling Han held out his right hand.

An ice vortex appeared in his right palm.

The instant the vortex appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and frost began to condense in the air.

The vortex grew larger and larger. With a sweep of Ling Han's right hand, it flew out and slowly transformed into an ice dragon in midair.

The ice dragon circled Ling Han as though it had a mind of its own.

With a leap, Ling Han landed on the ice dragon's back.

The ice dragon soared into the sky with Ling Han aboard. It was a magnificent sight.

Watching this, Tang San was filled with envy.

He opened his right hand, and blue silver grass appeared.

Along with it came the yellow soul ring beneath his feet.

"Can my blue silver grass do that too?"

In truth, Tang San held little hope. The only hope he had came from his trust in Ling Han.

Soon, Ling Han returned.

"Did you get a good look, Xiao San?"

Seeing the gleam in Tang San's eyes, Ling Han knew he must be terribly envious.

Tang San nodded hesitantly.

He wasn't sure whether he could form a dragon the way his teacher had.

Ling Han smiled and patted Tang San's head. "It's all right, Xiao San. Believe in yourself. You can definitely do it!"

Tang San nodded emphatically. Ling Han's encouragement wasn't the sort used to humor a child, but a heartfelt affirmation.

It heartened him immensely, filling him with confidence in an instant.

I can't let Teacher down. I have to succeed!

Tang San silently made up his mind, then closed his eyes and began to concentrate.

The first soul ring beneath his feet lit up as he used his first soul skill, Blue Silver Enhancement.

The next moment, Tang San skillfully lowered the strength of his blue silver grass until it reached the brink of disintegration.

Then Tang San began releasing more and more blue silver grass. After all, forming a dragon required a substantial amount of it.

Strand after strand of blue silver grass emerged, each brought to the verge of disintegration before beginning to condense anew.

All the blue silver grass transformed into an elemental energy state and began circling Tang San.

At this point, it could no longer be called blue silver grass. It was a torrent of blue energy.

Tang San had cultivated the Purple Demon Eye, and with two lifetimes behind him, his spiritual power far surpassed that of his peers.

Even so, the strain on him was immense.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as his spiritual power approached its limit.

No, I have to hold on! Teacher is watching. I can't disappoint him!

Tang San roared inwardly, desperately squeezing out every last bit of his spiritual power and soul power.

His willpower drove him onward.

As the seconds and minutes passed, Tang San finally caught a glimpse of victory.

The blue torrent began to take shape.

A dragon's head, body, and tail, followed at last by claws and horns!

A dragon had appeared!

Tang San had succeeded!

The blue dragon might not have been perfect. It was small, and its finer details were rough, but in appearance, it was undeniably a dragon!

Tang San opened his eyes and smiled at the dragon formed from blue silver grass before him.

"Teacher, I did it!" Tang San said excitedly.

Ling Han nodded. "Give it a try. See whether you can make it fly."

Tang San nodded and stepped onto the dragon's head.

He was a little unsteady at first, but quickly found his balance.

The blue, somewhat translucent dragon slowly rose into the air.

Standing on its head, Tang San was beside himself with excitement.

"Blue silver grass can fly! Blue silver grass really can fly!"

At that moment, even Tang San, who possessed an adult's soul, cheered like a child.

After all, it was simply too astonishing.

The blue silver grass that others considered weak and useless could transform into a spear or a dragon in his hands, under Ling Han's guidance!

Tang San's gratitude toward Ling Han was beyond words.

In his heart, Ling Han was like a parent who had given him a second life—no, he was even better than a biological parent!

He had never seen his mother growing up, nor had he received even a shred of fatherly love from Tang Hao.

Ling Han's arrival had brought him warmth and care he had never known, along with the fatherly love he had never dared hope for.

"This feels wonderful," Tang San said from the bottom of his heart.

He guided the dragon back to the ground, but before he could steady himself, the combined exhaustion of his spiritual power and soul power made his vision go black, and he fainted.

Ling Han reacted swiftly and caught him in his arms.

After checking him over, Ling Han found that Tang San was merely exhausted and otherwise unharmed.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Ling Han carried Tang San back to Dorm Seven.

As he entered Dorm Seven, Xiao Wu came over.

"Senior Ling, what happened to Tang San?"

Seeing the concern on the little rabbit's face, Ling Han smiled. "Nothing serious. He's just too tired. He'll be fine after some sleep."

Watching Xiao Wu breathe a sigh of relief, Ling Han chuckled inwardly.

Looks like Tang San is doing pretty well. The little rabbit has already taken a liking to him.

"All right, Xiao Wu, I'll leave Xiao San in your care. I have something to attend to, so I'll be going."

With that, Ling Han handed Tang San over to Xiao Wu.

The little rabbit looked small and slender, but she was remarkably strong and held Tang San without the slightest effort.

Just like that, Ling Han had subtly delivered a god-tier assist.

After watching Ling Han leave, Xiao Wu carried Tang San over to the bed.

She gently laid him down.

Then Xiao Wu noticed the sweat still lingering on Tang San's forehead.

So Xiao Wu took her basin and towel, went out to fetch some water, and returned to wipe the sweat from Tang San's forehead with her towel. As she wiped, she muttered, "What an idiot. Why push yourself so hard training? You don't even know to take a break and look after yourself. You're such a worry, making me wipe your sweat for you. Hmph! When you wake up, you'd better treat me to something delicious!"

After wiping away his sweat, Xiao Wu lay back down on her own bed.

Her bed and Tang San's were pushed together because they shared one large quilt.

That large quilt deserved much of the credit for how quickly their relationship had progressed.

All one could say was that Ling Han truly had remarkable foresight!