"Hiss... hmm... this..."
Yu Xiaogang scrutinized the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's palm, his brows tightly knitted as he repeatedly sucked in puzzled breaths.
He circled Tang San twice, looking this way and that, yet could find no difference between the Blue Silver Grass before him and its usual appearance.
Tang San's heart lurched. He hurriedly asked, "Teacher, what exactly is wrong with my martial soul?"
Yu Xiaogang pondered for a moment, then spoke with a grave expression:
"I can't identify any specific changes yet. In my opinion, your martial soul has most likely undergone a harmful mutation."
"Then what should I do? Should I switch to cultivating..."
Yu Xiaogang abruptly cut him off, his tone stern.
"Absolutely not! Until you've cultivated your Blue Silver Grass to the Titled Douluo level, you must not cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer!"
Tang San froze for a moment. So the hammer martial soul in my left hand is called the Clear Sky Hammer?
Yu Xiaogang also realized he had said something he should not have, but he could not take back words already spoken. He could only change the subject.
"Xiao San, you need to understand the painstaking care your father and I have put into this. Think about it. Once you cultivate your Blue Silver Grass to the Titled Douluo level, you'll be able to add nine Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings to your hammer martial soul. Then you'll truly stand at the pinnacle of the continent."
Tang San was not fooled by his words in the slightest. He stared straight at Yu Xiaogang and pressed him:
"Teacher, you just said my hammer is the Clear Sky Hammer, right? Then why did you never tell me before? You've already earned your... ahem."
*That was close. I nearly said what I was