Entanglement! Entanglement! Entanglement!

"That's right, Teacher. My martial soul is a plant, and this Mandala Snake is an animal. Is absorbing its soul ring really my best choice?" Tang San voiced the doubt in his heart as well.

At that, the Grandmaster's eyes shone with confidence. "According to the ten core competitive theories of the martial soul world that I researched, plant martial souls aren't necessarily incapable of absorbing animal soul beasts' soul rings. This Mandala Snake possesses both the toughness your Blue Silver Grass needs and toxicity."

After hearing the Grandmaster's explanation, Xiao Yan's eyes lit up. He pointed at a nearby plant-type soul beast, a Snake Vine Flower, and challenged him. "Grandmaster, this Snake Vine Flower also possesses the toughness and toxicity Blue Silver Grass needs. Why didn't you choose it?"

"As I said before, entanglement... Entanglement! The Mandala Snake also has the ability to entangle. If Little San absorbs its soul ring, he will definitely obtain an entanglement soul skill." The Grandmaster's face rapidly turned from white to red, from red to purple, and finally an ashen blue.

Xiao Yan shook his head, gave the Grandmaster a disdainful look, and sneered. "Entanglement? Can't Blue Silver Grass entangle things on its own? Grandmaster, you're not having Little San absorb the Mandala Snake's soul ring just to test your own theory, are you?"

The Grandmaster gave Tang San a long look. "Little San, ordinary soul masters and those people from Spirit Hall all scoff at my ten core competitive theories. No one believes them. Although no one has tried my theories, practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Are you willing to give it a try?"

Tang San saw fervor in the Grandmaster's eyes. How could someone who had deduced that he possessed twin martial souls from a single martial soul certificate not deserve his trust?

"Teacher, I'm willing. Let me help you put your martial soul theory into practice. I believe your many years of research can't be wrong," Tang San answered firmly.

Watching the scene before him, Xiao Yan could only shake his head helplessly.

Heaven will rain, and a mother will remarry-let him do as he pleases!

The Grandmaster's so-called cross-species absorption of soul rings was already perfectly normal in the soul master world. What need was there to test it in practice?

Did a sword martial soul have to find a sword soul beast to absorb a soul ring?

Perhaps one day, Tang San would meet Chrysanthemum Douluo, whose plant-type martial soul was the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, and discover that all his soul ring skills were hidden weapons. Then he would look at his own soul skills: Entanglement! Parasitism! Binding! Cage!

Would he curse eighteen generations of Yu Xiaogang's ancestors in his heart?

Tang San slowly raised his right hand, gathering all the soul power remaining in his body into his palm. Blue Silver Grass grew from his palm, radiating a pale blue halo.

Drawn by the pale blue light, the Hundred-Year Mandala Snake's soul ring flew toward Tang San, then suddenly contracted, fitting around him with intense solidity.

In an instant, Tang San felt a hot current surge into his body and slowly closed his eyes.

When the Grandmaster had been chased by the Mandala Snake earlier, his martial soul, Luo Sanpao, had been bitten on the backside. Now his consciousness began to blur as well. He staggered, abruptly collapsed to the ground, and sank into a semiconscious state.

Then the Grandmaster had a dream:

In the dream, he saw his disciple Tang San become a Titled Douluo, while he himself became the continent's grandmaster of martial soul theory.

Yet his disciple Tang San wanted to kill him.

Tang San approached the Grandmaster, brimming with murderous intent.

"Little San, what is the meaning of this? I'm your teacher!" Seeing Tang San's savage expression, the Grandmaster demanded an explanation in bewilderment.

"Yu Xiaogang, do you really think you're a great theoretical grandmaster? You're nothing but a clown everyone laughs at, a useless fool who will never break through rank thirty in his entire life, a complete piece of trash." Tang San laughed, his words dripping with mockery.

Tang San said contemptuously, "If not for your 'guidance,' would my Blue Silver Emperor martial soul have become this useless?"

"You... you're talking nonsense! There was nothing wrong with my guidance!" At Tang San's words, the Grandmaster's expression immediately changed, and he defended himself.

"Are you sure?" Tang San gave a cold laugh, his voice carrying an undercurrent of killing intent.

The next second, more than a dozen pitch-black Blue Silver Grass vines swept from Tang San's hand, instantly binding the Grandmaster's entire body before hoisting him into the air.

"Yu Xiaogang, take a look. What's this move called?" Tang San demanded.

"Little San, that move is undoubtedly Blue Silver Entanglement!" the Grandmaster said. "It's the soul skill you obtained when I took you to hunt the Mandala Snake."

"Ha ha ha!" Tang San's eyes bulged with fury. He gave another cold laugh, walked up to the Grandmaster, and roared at him, "You useless fool, open those dead-fish eyes of yours and look carefully! Did I show any sign of using my first soul skill just now?"

"It... it seems you didn't." The Grandmaster froze, his expression turning ugly.

"Then why did you choose a Mandala Snake as my soul ring? Can't my Blue Silver Grass entangle things?" Tang San glared, his eyes wide. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He laughed savagely. "Entanglement! Entanglement! Entanglement!"

At Tang San's command, the Blue Silver Grass vines binding the Grandmaster rapidly contracted and tightened. Great gushes of crimson blood poured from his body, and his face grew pale.

"Ah... no, Little San, don't kill me!" the Grandmaster let out an agonized scream.

The Grandmaster twisted his words to defend himself. "Little San, this is all a misunderstanding! I chose the Mandala Snake as your first soul ring because I valued its toughness and toxicity, not its so-called entanglement skill."

"Toughness and toxicity? Fuck your mother! Is the plant-type soul beast Snake Vine Flower any less tough than a Mandala Snake? Or are you saying there aren't any poisonous plant-type soul beasts?" Tang San's eyes were blood-red, and he panted like an ox.

The sharp poisonous thorns on the Blue Silver Grass pierced the Grandmaster's body. More Blue Silver Grass vines swarmed toward him, nearly engulfing him completely.

"There... there are many plant-type soul beasts whose toughness and toxicity surpass the Mandala Snake's. Little San, I was wrong. I shouldn't have used you to test my warped martial soul theory. Please spare me!" The Grandmaster's pupils abruptly contracted, faint blood vessels showing in his eyes as he begged in a trembling voice.

"Not a chance!" Tang San refused coldly.

Amid the Grandmaster's inhuman screams, his body was completely engulfed by Blue Silver Grass.

Although this was merely a dream the Grandmaster had, once Tang San successfully finished absorbing the Mandala Snake's soul ring, all of it might someday become a "dream come true."

Seeing the Grandmaster lying unconscious on the ground, Xiao Yan went over, gently helped him up, and checked his pulse.

"He's not dead yet." Seeing the Grandmaster's purple face, Xiao Yan blurted out, "Looks like he's been poisoned. Could it have been that Mandala Snake just now?"

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