If he left tomorrow, wouldn't that mean Xiao Wu and Ye Fan would be together the whole time?!
Recalling the scene just now, Tang San hardly dared to keep thinking.
At that thought, Tang San looked at Ye Fan with a smile that never reached his eyes, his voice somewhat stiff.
"Um... Ye Fan, how about I talk to Teacher and have you come with us tomorrow... You've got innate full soul power too, after all. You need a Soul Ring to truly become a Soul Master."
He still remembered Ye Fan saying that when they went to hunt soul beasts tomorrow, he would have to rely on himself in the end.
After witnessing the power of Yu Xiaogang's fart, Tang San thought he was quite formidable.
But if Ye Fan had said that, something unexpected that Tang San knew nothing about must have happened.
In that case, he might as well bring Ye Fan along. Not only would he gain another fighter, but he could also keep Ye Fan right under his nose.
Two birds with one stone.
Ye Fan looked calmly at Tang San.
Tang San had no idea how strained his expression was.
Ye Fan smiled. "No need. That Grandmaster has his eyes perched above his head. We only just bruised each other's pride this morning. If I went crawling back now, wouldn't that be a bit too pathetic...
Besides, I'm not going to gamble on whether that man would sincerely help me plan things out.
You understand, right?"
Ye Fan's tone was firm, making one thing perfectly clear.
He did not trust Yu Xiaogang.
Tang San opened his mouth.
Indeed, he wouldn't trust someone he had just clashed with either... especially at such an important moment in his life.
Seeing that Tang San was still reluctant to give up, Ye Fan waved a hand.
"Tang San, there's no need to say anything else. I'll figure out the Soul Ring myself... Go back. I'm going to stay outside a little longer."
At Ye Fan's words, Tang San's eyes lit up. He answered, then hurried toward the dormitory.
Watching him go, Ye Fan shook his head lightly.
Wasn't this guy a little too eager?
Did he feel threatened?
If Ye Fan hadn't used Word Spirit to influence Tang San a little just now, who knew whether he would have kept pestering him?
It was pretty disgusting.
But Ye Fan had no time for him now. He had other things to do.
That's right!
He was going to use his inner voice to influence Yu Xiaogang, making him dream of the future Ye Fan had painstakingly fabricated for him!
That man would never believe in things like hearing other people's thoughts or rebirth.
They were completely beyond his comprehension.
But what if he dreamed it himself?
It would subtly influence his actions, planting a seed in his heart without ever leading him to suspect Ye Fan!
Under cover of darkness, Ye Fan quietly climbed onto the dormitory roof and sat cross-legged, his eyes closed.
His spiritual power spread out from his body like an invisible thread.
Being able to skillfully control his spiritual power was an added benefit of being able to direct the transmission of his inner voice.
Soon, he located Yu Xiaogang's dormitory, whose whereabouts he had asked about during the day.
His spiritual power instantly slipped into the room, carefully examining the person inside.
Since Yu Xiaogang would be taking Tang San to the Soul Hunting Forest tomorrow, he had gone to bed early tonight.
Yu Xiaogang lay on his back, breathing steadily, fast asleep.
At the sight, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth lifted slightly.
Good. He's asleep.
If he were awake, who knew how long I'd have to wait?
At that thought, Ye Fan instantly directed his inner voice at Yu Xiaogang and began weaving the future full of "danger" that he had prepared for him.
Interference from outside a dream could not only interrupt it, but also influence its course to a certain extent, linking things together and turning it into a nightmare.
All the more so with Ye Fan's inner-voice transmission paired with Word Spirit.
A two-pronged approach.
Yu Xiaogang's original dream was rapidly collapsing...
In the dream, Yu Xiaogang had been conducting his Martial Soul research inside a spacious library.
He held a book in his hands, his eyes swiftly scanning its contents.
"Hmm... If anything suits a Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass, it would undoubtedly be snakes.
Their distinguishing feature is their powerful constriction, which can greatly increase the Martial Soul's flexibility.
They can also add toxins, giving even weak Blue Silver Grass the ability to attack!
One Soul Skill combined with a trait and a special ability offers more comprehensive and varied development than a single ability!
That would let little San leave everyone far behind!"
Even in his dreams, Yu Xiaogang was pondering how to forge a different path for Blue Silver Grass, so that Tang San could prove his invincible theories.
Crack!
Just then, a faint cracking sound rang through Yu Xiaogang's dream, drawing his attention.
The walls at the edges of the library began to shatter, layer by layer.
It was as though they were disintegrating in midair, then being sucked away by something.
Everything in the library seemed to lose gravity and fly into the air.
Seeing all this, Yu Xiaogang instantly panicked.
"Wh-what's going on?!"
With no time to think, Yu Xiaogang turned and ran toward the other end of the library, still clutching his completed notes tightly to his chest.
But he could not run nearly as fast as the library was being destroyed.
Countless black vines began shooting out from both sides of the library, grinding the walls to pieces.
In the end, even Yu Xiaogang's escape route was completely sealed off.
Just as Yu Xiaogang began to despair, a thought stirred in his mind, and he looked behind him.
That single glance sent a chill down his spine.
A youth who bore a striking resemblance to Tang San was slowly walking toward him, treading on empty air.
"Little... little San?"
Unable to believe his eyes, Yu Xiaogang asked in a trembling voice.
The Tang San in this dream was shrouded in black energy, his eyes scarlet and a Black Hammer clutched in his hand.
He raised the hammer one-handed and pointed it at Yu Xiaogang from high in the sky.
"Yu Xiaogang, it's all because of your theories! You made my Blue Silver Grass absorb a jumble of Soul Rings and left me unable to measure up to the others. You've already given me every reason to kill you!"
As his words fell, Tang San swung the hammer and descended from the sky!
Faced with this scene, Yu Xiaogang had no power to resist.
He struggled backward on his hands and feet.
But all he could do was watch helplessly as the hammerhead grew larger and larger, terrified cries spilling from his mouth.
"No, Tang San! I'm your teacher!"
"My theories couldn't possibly be wrong!!!"
"I was doing it for your own good!!"
"Aaaaargh!!!"
With a wretched scream, Yu Xiaogang bolted upright in bed.
He gasped for breath and touched his face, still shaken.
"I... I'm not dead?"
"So it was a dream..."
The night breeze blew past, and Yu Xiaogang felt a chill.
Cold sweat had soaked his back.
The scene in his dream had simply been too real. It had nearly made him believe he was truly about to die...
That feeling was just like when Qian Xunji had stood before him and threatened him all those years ago.
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