The First Soul Ring of the Blue Silver Grass

Huo Yuhao shoved his hands into his pockets, walking up leisurely from behind with a hint of appreciation in his tone.

"Although it has no offensive power, it has already established a massive root empire underground. Any soul beast that tries to get close and eat it will be entangled by the grass blades it continuously urges forth. Though it won't poison or strangle them to death, it can forcefully exhaust intruders until they are completely drained, finally absorbing them as fertilizer. This is simply a match made in heaven for Sanmei."

Xiao Wu hid behind Tang Sanmei, sticking out her little head and looking at that patch of grass with some fear.

"Big Brother, how are we going to catch it then? If its grass blades really are endless, we'll get entangled too if we go over."

"We? No, no, no."

Huo Yuhao grinned, naturally taking a large step back, then extended a finger and unceremoniously pointed at Tang Hao ahead.

"It's for Uncle Tang to catch."

"Brat, you're getting addicted to ordering me around, aren't you!"

Tang Hao's eyes widened, the large iron hammer in his hand slamming heavily onto the ground.

"I'm here to protect you lot, not to act as your laborer!"

"Uncle Tang, you can't put it that way."

Huo Yuhao spread his hands, righteously starting his moral kidnapping.

"I'm an auxiliary type who just reached level ten, and Xiao Wu and Sanmei don't even have soul rings. Although this Blue Silver Grass has no lethality, it still has four hundred years of cultivation. Can you bear to watch your precious daughter go wrestle with a bunch of grass for stamina? What if she gets hurt?"

"That's right, that's right! Dad, can you bear to let Sanmei take risks?"

Tang Sanmei also blinked her large eyes nearby, highly cooperatively launching the offensive of a considerate cotton-padded jacket.

Tang Hao looked at this pair of demons singing in harmony, his mustache trembling with anger.

He was a dignified Titled Douluo, a powerhouse who once smashed the Spirit Hall Pope to death with a single hammer, yet now he had fallen to helping a few brats pull weeds in the dirt!

If word got out, would he still want his face!

Yet looking at his daughter's expectant gaze, Tang Hao could only swallow his grievances.

"Fine! I'll go!"

Tang Hao dragged the iron hammer through gritted teeth, walking in big strides toward that open space.

"Isn't it just a bunch of broken grass? I'll root it out with a single hammer!"

Watching Tang Hao's aggressive back, a mischievous smile hooked the corner of Huo Yuhao's mouth.

This is a four-hundred-year-old mutant Blue Silver Grass, and you want to solve it with a single hammer? That's not going to be so easy.

The moment Tang Hao stepped into the ten-meter radius of the open space.

The grass, which had been quietly swaying in the wind, suddenly seemed to come alive!

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Countless thick Blue Silver Grass blades bearing pale golden patterns crazily burst out from the soil like venomous snakes leaving their den, entangling toward Tang Hao in a overwhelming deluge!

"Hmph, a mere trick!"

Tang Hao let out a cold snort, not using soul power at all, purely relying on tyrannical physical strength to wield the blacksmith's hammer in his hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The heavy iron hammer carried a gale, every swing able to smash a large swath of Blue Silver Grass to pieces.

Those grass blades were tougher than ordinary ones, but remained vulnerable in front of Tang Hao's freakish strength.

However, a bizarre thing happened.

The Blue Silver Grass smashed and broken by Tang Hao not only didn't wither, but instead instantly urged forth two or three new grass blades at the break with a speed visible to the naked eye!

Tang Hao smashed ten, and thirty drilled out from the ground!

He shattered a hundred blades, and three hundred immediately surged from the surroundings!

In a mere half a minute, Tang Hao's surroundings were completely surrounded by a dense, crazily growing sea of Blue Silver Grass!

Those grass blades were like taffy, coming wave after wave to entangle his ankles, arms, and even the iron hammer!

"What the hell is this ghost thing! How does it multiply the more I cut?"

Tang Hao finally experienced the underworld-style tactics Huo Yuhao had mentioned.

This grass simply couldn't be cut through!

Not only was its vitality shockingly tenacious, but it was even quietly absorbing the nutrients of the underground soil, continuously sustaining this crazy growth rate!

If he didn't use soul power and the Martial Soul Avatar, even Tang Hao found being entangled by this endless sea of grass disgusting and irritating.

"Uncle Tang, how does it feel? Did the gold content of this endless vitality not disappoint you?"

Huo Yuhao stood outside a safe distance, crossing his arms and shouting loudly.

"Brat! Still watching the show! I'm going to get serious!"

Tang Hao cursed in great anger; as a dignified Titled Douluo, if he really got trapped by a bunch of grass, he would lose all his face.

He was just about to recklessly release a bit of the Clear Sky Hammer's soul power to forcefully flip this patch of land over.

"Wait! Don't hurt its main root system!"

Huo Yuhao hurriedly spoke out to stop him.

"Sanmei, it's your turn! Use the Mysterious Heaven Skill in conjunction with your martial soul to absorb its origin!"

Tang Hao forcefully held back the impulse to erupt, using brute strength to violently force open a gap in the grass.

Tang Sanmei did not hesitate in the slightest, stepping on the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. Her figure nimbly flashed into the center of the open space cleared by Tang Hao like a butterfly flitting through flowers, coming directly before the golden-colored main grass.

"Sanmei, sit cross-legged. Use your Blue Silver Grass martial soul to communicate with it. Your origins are the same, it won't repel you."

Huo Yuhao commanded calmly in his mind through Spiritual Sharing.

"Suppress it, then, absorb it!"

Tang Sanmei sat down as told, raising her right hand.

A delicate Blue Silver Grass emerged from her palm.

Yet wondrously, when Tang Sanmei's Blue Silver Grass appeared, those mutant grass blades around that had been crazily attacking Tang Hao seemed to sense the aura of a superior being, their attacking movements actually developing a trace of sluggishness.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Mysterious Heaven Skill within Tang Sanmei's body operated at full force. That four-hundred-year-old top-grade Blue Silver Grass seemed to sense a threat and wanted to resist, but under the suppression of the same sect and origin, the vitality it took pride in instead became Tang Sanmei's best tonic.

Gradually, a ring of yellow light rose from that Blue Silver Grass, slowly drifting toward the top of Tang Sanmei's head.

"It worked!"

Xiao Wu clapped her hands in excitement.

Tang Hao finally let out a sigh of relief as well, sitting heavily on the ground and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Although this wasn't the most exhausting battle he had ever fought, it was definitely the most suffocating and aggrieved battle of his life!

"Brat, you better remember this."

Tang Hao glared with a pair of ox-like eyes, looking at Huo Yuhao who was walking over leisurely.

"If I ever act as your laborer again, my last name won't be Tang!"

"You're not acting as my laborer; this soul ring is being absorbed by Sanmei anyway."

Huo Yuhao shrugged, looking at Tang Sanmei who was closing her eyes to absorb the soul ring, a satisfied smile hooking the corner of his mouth.

Tang Hao was choked up by these words, opening his mouth without managing to squeeze out a single word of rebuttal for a long time.

That's right, I'm doing unpaid labor for my own dear daughter; I don't even have a leg to stand on when losing my temper!