Blue Silver Grass Buddha

Huo Yuhao did not immediately respond to Tang Hao's shock.

His gaze passed over Tang Hao and settled on Tang Sanmei behind him.

Looking at that face with its faintly familiar features, Huo Yuhao could not help feeling a twinge of instinctive discomfort.

Damn it. Here I am, armed with a cheat, bringing an enemy from my past life to find a Soul Ring? Back then, I'd probably have wanted to kick her straight into a Soul Beast's mouth.

Huo Yuhao gave a self-mocking snort inwardly.

Discomfort was one thing, but since he had decided to raise her into a weapon that would kill Tang Buddha, getting her a garbage Soul Ring clearly was not in his interests.

Besides, personally twisting God King Tang San's fate beyond recognition was its own kind of pleasure.

Forget it. I'll call it an employee benefit for my personal enforcer.

His thoughts settled in an instant. Meeting Tang Hao's stunned gaze, Huo Yuhao stepped forward.

"Uncle Tang, I told you not to judge me by ordinary standards."

Huo Yuhao patted Tang Hao's thick arm and said calmly:

"Right now, you're our shield. Follow my directions."

Huo Yuhao closed his eyes, and Spiritual Detection spread through the forest like a vast net.

A Mandala Snake?

Poisonous trash. Pass.

Ghost Vine?

All flash, no substance. Pass.

After sweeping a wide area with his mental power, Huo Yuhao suddenly raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile tugging at his lips.

"Found it."

He opened his eyes:

"Sanmei, you're in luck. There's something good two kilometers away. It's practically made for you."

"What Soul Beast is it, cousin?"

Xiao Wu sidled over and asked curiously.

Hands in his pockets, Huo Yuhao gave a casual answer:

"Blue Silver Grass."

The air went still for a second.

"What the hell!"

Tang Hao's eyes nearly popped out. He almost swung his hammer at the boy.

"Are you messing with me, kid? You brought my daughter to the Soul Hunting Forest just to pull up a blade of Blue Silver Grass? Grass absorbing grass is still just grass! That theory of yours is even more ridiculous than Yu Xiaogang's!"

Tang Sanmei did not argue, but bewilderment showed in her eyes too.

Watching the irate Tang Hao, Huo Yuhao rolled his eyes.

"Uncle Tang, could you use your head?"

Huo Yuhao walked beneath a tree and casually snapped off a blade of wild grass.

"Why is Blue Silver Grass called a trash martial soul? Because it has no attack power and no defense. But why does it grow across the entire continent? Because its life force is tenacious. Wildfires cannot burn it all away; when the spring wind blows, it grows again."

Huo Yuhao tossed aside the broken grass and dusted off his hands:

"My strategy is simple. Four words: let the original broth digest the original meal."

"That idiot Yu Xiaogang insisted on adding poison to a plant. It looks fierce, but he has no idea what real plant-type romance is."

Huo Yuhao gave a cold laugh.

Give grass fangs? Too lame. As a transmigrator, I'm going to show you what the First Hokage was worth! Did Hashirama Senju capture the Nine-Tails by soaking wood in poison? No. He relied on sheer numbers and life force, using Wood Release to pin the Nine-Tails down and pound it into the ground! So what if it's Blue Silver Grass? Push its life force to the limit, and I can still pull off a Blue Silver Grass version of Advent of a World of Trees!

Huo Yuhao looked at Tang Sanmei and said slowly:

"Since Blue Silver Grass's greatest strength is that it keeps growing back, we'll find one that's lived for over four hundred years and have you absorb it! We'll stack that trait as high as it can go! All the way to the limit!"

"I don't need yours to be poisonous or paralyzing, and I don't need it to be especially tough. Once you absorb it, with Innate Full Soul Power as your foundation, all you'll have to do in a fight is plant your feet. As long as your Soul Power holds out, your Blue Silver Grass will be endless!"

Huo Yuhao swept out a hand, painting a terrifying picture:

"He cuts down one blade, you grow ten. He burns away a patch, you grow a hundred more! I want you to unleash a sea of grass that blots out the sky every time you make a move! No fancy combos. Just sheer numbers—bury your opponent under endless Blue Silver Grass!"

"Against that strategy, an individual's strength means nothing. Simple, brutal, unstoppable. Understand?"

Everyone fell silent.

The curse Tang Hao had been about to spit out lodged firmly in his throat.

As he followed Huo Yuhao's reasoning, an image sprang into his mind:

The opponent hacked madly at the grass inside, exhausted as a dead dog;

while his daughter stood outside, and the grass kept growing like a rising tsunami...

It looked shameless, but on closer thought, he could not find a single flaw!

It was even more extreme than Ah Yin's cultivation path had been, and even more despair-inducing!

"What kind of twisted, worldview-shattering tactics does this kid have rattling around in his head?"

The way Tang Hao looked at Huo Yuhao changed. It made his teeth ache, but he had to admit the boy had a point.

Compared with this simple, brutal sea-of-grass strategy, Yu Xiaogang's Mandala Snake was a joke!

Tang Sanmei's eyes shone even brighter. Though she could not hear the schemes blooming in her senior brother's mind, the thought of drowning an enemy beneath a boundless flood of grass already had her trembling with excitement.

"Senior brother, I get it! We won't use poison. We'll bully them with more grass than they can handle!"

"Exactly. As long as its life force is strong enough, one day I—your senior brother—might even teach you to make a giant Buddha out of Blue Silver Grass."

Huo Yuhao gave her cheek an approving pinch, then tipped his chin toward the way ahead.

"Come on. Stop standing around."

He shot a sidelong glance at Tang Hao, who still had not recovered.

"Old man, there's a Four-Hundred-Year Blue Silver Grass two kilometers away. Lead the way."

"Blue Silver Grass, two kilometers away?"

Hammer over his shoulder, Tang Hao cleared a path ahead while puzzling over it.

Even after four hundred years, Blue Silver Grass was exceptionally weak by the standards of the Soul Beast Realm. Normally, other herbivorous Soul Beasts would have eaten it down to the roots long ago.

One that had survived until now could not be simple.

With Huo Yuhao's almost miraculous Spiritual Detection Sharing, the four of them moved through the dense forest at remarkable speed.

Less than half an hour later, Tang Hao stopped.

Not far ahead lay a small, sunlit clearing.

There were no towering trees or ferocious beasts in its center, only a seemingly ordinary patch of Blue Silver Grass.

But a closer look revealed that one plant in the middle of the patch was distinctly different.

Its leaves were more than twice as broad as ordinary Blue Silver Grass, and a faint sheen flowed through their veins, as if they held some special rhythm of life.

Stranger still, no other plants grew within ten meters of the patch. Not even an insect could be seen.

"There's something off about this thing."

Tang Hao narrowed his eyes. With the instincts of a Titled Douluo, he could sense a vast, complex network of roots hidden beneath the Mutant Blue Silver Grass.

"That's the Four-Hundred-Year Blue Silver Grass I was talking about."