Yu Xiaogang Lost Everything!

"Th-this definitely isn't the luster a four-hundred-year soul ring should have!"

The instant Yu Xiaogang saw Tang San's soul ring, his eyes widened and his whole body trembled. He even forgot he was in a fight.

That luster, that aura-it was a soul ring around seven hundred years old at the very least.

How was that possible?!

According to his Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, the maximum age for a Soul Master's first soul ring was four hundred and twenty-three years.

Exceeding that age would absolutely cause their body to explode and kill them.

But how had Tang San absorbed this nearly seven-hundred-year soul ring?!

Impossible!

Yet all that answered him were strands of gold-patterned Blue Silver Grass, moving like spirit snakes.

Before Yu Xiaogang could even react, thick strands of gold-patterned Blue Silver Grass had completely entangled him.

"Heh, thinking to take Blue Silver Grass down the control route was a decent idea."

Even with Blue Silver wrapped around his body, Yu Xiaogang remained utterly unruffled and even began lecturing. "Unfortunately, you overlooked one thing."

"Blue Silver Grass is inherently fragile. You have to add a soul ring with resilient qualities to support its entangling properties."

With that, Yu Xiaogang abruptly exerted his strength, trying to break free of the vines covering him.

But as time passed, not only did Yu Xiaogang fail to break free, his expression grew increasingly grave.

He discovered that the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him was not only extremely resilient but also seemed to possess some kind of suction, continuously draining the soul power from his body.

As a result, every effort he made was weakened.

"How is this possible..."

Yu Xiaogang gradually panicked and roared at Luo Sanpao, "Idiot! What are you standing there for? Can't you see I'm trapped?"

Hearing his master's order, Luo Sanpao hurried forward and began biting.

But the strengthened Blue Silver Grass was as tough as the most resilient hemp rope. How could Luo Sanpao possibly bite through it?

Besides, Tang San was still standing nearby.

"Are you pretending I don't exist?"

Tang San sneered, used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and appeared behind Yu Xiaogang in an instant, launching a flying kick straight at his back.

"Aah!"

Yu Xiaogang wailed, instantly lost his balance, and pitched forward, landing squarely on Luo Sanpao.

Having landed his blow, Tang San stepped forward again, took out the stick he had prepared beforehand, and rained blows all over Yu Xiaogang.

He had been sick of Yu Xiaogang for a long time.

He had exposed the secret of his twin martial souls and even dreamed of taking him as a disciple.

Without his big brother's warning, he really might have fallen for Yu Xiaogang's patter and eagerly scurried over to become his disciple.

At the thought of that scene, Tang San put even more force into his swings.

"Aah, aah... stop, stop hitting me..."

After that lesson with the stick, the bruised and swollen Yu Xiaogang could no longer hold out. "I-I surrender! I surrender!"

He feared that if this continued, Tang San would really beat him to death.

"San, that's enough."

Hearing his big brother speak, Tang San stopped at once.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang lying on the ground, bruised, swollen, and barely breathing, Tang San felt a rush of satisfaction.

"Da Shi, even when you're given a chance, you're still no use, huh?"

Tang Tianlin stepped forward and picked up the belt, teasing, "You're a Soul Grandmaster, after all. How could you fail to beat even a child?"

"As agreed, all of this belongs to me now."

Watching someone pick up the last of his possessions, Yu Xiaogang's heart turned to dead ashes, and he lay on the ground like a dead pig.

He had lost.

He had lost to a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master, lost all his possessions, and lost his hope of proving he was not useless.

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned bloodshot. Panting like an ox, he violently coughed up a mouthful of blood, his head lolled to one side, and he passed out completely.

The sight startled Tang San as well, and he hurriedly withdrew the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Yu Xiaogang.

"Big brother, this fraud isn't going to die, is he?"

"Don't worry. He won't die."

Tang Tianlin waved a hand, turning the surrounding vitality into streams of emerald light that slowly flowed into Yu Xiaogang's body.

Until he had the ability to deal with Spirit Hall, Gangzi could not die.

After all, however useless Gangzi was, he was still the last patch of pure land in the heart of that lunatic in Spirit Hall.

Once that pure land disappeared, that lunatic in Spirit Hall would turn completely dark. If she did something insane that had never happened in the original story, that would be trouble.

In the blink of an eye, a year quietly passed.

Tang Tianlin had now reached level thirty-seven.

Although he was still some distance from level forty, in an actual fight, even a Soul Saint was no match for him.

"Judging by the time, I should make a trip back to the Sect."

He had consumed most of his resources during this period. It was time to go back and replenish his supplies.

He could also take Tang San back to acknowledge his ancestors and return to the Sect.

Perhaps he could even use Tang San's talent to persuade those old diehards to let Tang Hao return to the Sect.

Meanwhile, in the work-study student dormitory.

"San, where are you planning to go have fun over the break?"

Xiao Wu plopped down on the quilt Tang San had just folded, flattening it, and asked curiously.

Tang San sighed helplessly and pushed Xiao Wu aside. As he folded it again, he said, "I'm planning to go with my big brother."

"Your big brother again! Would you die if you left that big brother of yours?!"

Xiao Wu pouted.

Over the past year, she had heard the words "big brother" so often that her ears had grown calluses.

Tang San could not go three sentences without mentioning his big brother. Anyone who didn't know better would think this big brother was his father.

"Of course not."

Tang San smiled helplessly and explained, "Before my father left, he told me to listen to my big brother."

"Speaking of which, Xiao Wu, aren't you going home over the break?"

At his words, Xiao Wu's expression dimmed a little. "My mom and dad are both gone. I don't have a home anymore."

"Well..."

Tang San froze, and a little more pity entered his gaze as he looked at Xiao Wu.

Although he had never had a mother growing up, at least he had a father, and now he had a good big brother too.

"Then... I'll ask my big brother in a bit and see if we can bring you along."

Hearing that, the dejection on Xiao Wu's face instantly vanished, only to be replaced by a little doubt. "Can you really persuade your big brother?"

Over the past year, she had asked more than once to meet Tang San's mysterious big brother.

But every request had been refused.

She was very curious about just what kind of person could nurture a genius like Tang San.

Tang San scratched his head. "I can try."

Tang San was puzzled himself, actually.

His big brother had clearly been the one to tell him to pay attention to Xiao Wu at first, yet after he got to know her, his big brother refused to meet her even once.

"Fine, fine. Sister Xiao Wu will trust you one last time."

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes at him and returned to her bed to pack her luggage.

A dozen or so minutes later, the two finished packing and arrived one after the other at the dormitory building where Tang Tianlin lived.

"Xiao Wu, wait here for a moment. I'll go ask my big brother."

"Okay, okay, hurry up."

Tang San gave her an apologetic smile and quickly headed upstairs.

When he reached the door of the room, Tang San was just about to raise his hand when the door suddenly opened by itself.

A tall figure stood behind the door, his deep black eyes quietly studying him.

It was Tang Tianlin.