[Blue Silver Healing] [Blue Silver Grass can repair its own damage and also channel that healing back to its host, treating mild to moderate injuries.]
Tang Tian looked at his newly acquired skill, a gleam flashing in his eyes.
"A healer skill?!"
"This is a god-tier skill!"
He looked at Little Blue, who was shedding tears of gratitude.
"This ability suits you perfectly."
"If I get hurt in the future, I'll be counting on you to protect me."
Little Blue's leaves nodded gently.
The once-delicate blades now glowed with a faint green fluorescence, brimming with vitality.
[Blue Silver Grass said firmly: Leave it to me!]
Night deepened.
Tang Tian lay down on his bed, thoroughly satisfied, and soon drifted off to sleep.
The joy of this kind of nurturing game.
Lay in being able to clearly see the returns on what he put in.
In his dream, he seemed to see a sea of blue flowers, and a hazy girl in blue smiling at him.
However.
Human joys and sorrows were not shared.
The same went for Martial Souls.
And deep within the Sea of Consciousness.
Little Iron Hammer silently shed tears.
[Little Iron Hammer (withdrawn)] [That bastard...] [He's sleeping so soundly...] [I worked so hard too...] [I put my heart into hammering that iron ring too...] [Why didn't I get even a word of praise?] [Not even a thank-you...] [Just because I don't act cute? Just because I'm not gentle enough?] [...] [Just you wait, you bastard Tang Tian!] [One day... you'll beg me!] [When that happens, I absolutely, absolutely won't help you again...] [Unless you make me one too, something ten thousand times prettier than that lousy grass ring...] [Wah...]
In this three-person movie.
Little Iron Hammer was ultimately the one without a name.
The next day.
Sunlight filtered into the room.
Following their usual routine.
It should have been diligent Little Blue gently tickling Tang Tian's nose with the tip of a leaf, tenderly waking him.
But today, the script had changed.
Having plotted this for a long time, Little Iron Hammer appeared right in front of Tang Tian's skull.
"Thonk!"
The physical wake-up service had arrived, late but inevitable.
"Holy shit!"
Tang Tian shot up from the bed.
He clutched his forehead, his eyes dazed and shocked.
"Enemy attack?!"
The moment he opened his eyes.
He saw the little hammer hovering haughtily in the air.
Its handle even waggled twice in triumph.
[Little Iron Hammer (smug)] [Hmph! It's just waking someone up early, isn't it?] [I can do that too!] [Well? Wide awake now? Much more efficient than that limp little grass, right?]
But before Little Iron Hammer could bask in her triumph for even three seconds.
Blue Silver Grass bristled.
At the sight, Little Blue's entire grassy being froze in shock!
That was her job!
That was her one daily good-morning privilege of getting close to her master!
And this hammer that knew nothing but violence had stolen it?
And she had even hit her master?!
[Blue Silver Grass (corruption level)] [How dare you... hurt Master!] [Unforgivable! Unforgivable!]
Swish-!
Like an enraged python, Blue Silver Grass coiled tightly around Little Iron Hammer as she hovered in midair.
Her leaves tightened around the hammer.
One grass and one hammer wrestled into a tangled braid right above Tang Tian's bed.
Tang Tian held his forehead.
As he watched, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
"What's with the all-out brawl first thing in the morning?!"
Tang Tian directly suppressed Little Iron Hammer.
As he saw it, Little Iron Hammer was starting to reach the end of her patience.
She was trying to attract attention this way.
The neglect play was working rather well.
But he was the host, after all, and possessed absolute control.
After that little performance, he put Little Iron Hammer straight into confinement.
Seeing this.
Blue Silver Grass finally loosened her leaves, reluctantly.
Feeling terribly wronged, she shrank back into his palm and rubbed against his fingers, seeking comfort.
After soothing Little Blue and promising he would definitely let her wake him next time.
Tang Tian quickly washed up and headed straight for the woods on the back hill.
He sat down cross-legged.
"Little Blue, same as always. Mimicry Training Ground, activate."
[Blue Silver Grass (full of enthusiasm)] [Yes, Master! As long as I can snuggle up to you, my whole body is filled with strength!]
In an instant, all the Blue Silver Grass within several dozen meters seemed to receive a command and leaned toward Tang Tian.
Combined with Little Blue's Affection Level of 55.
His cultivation speed was now nearly three to four times what it had been.
Other Soul Masters had to meditate miserably while cultivating, and even worry about their cultivation going berserk.
He was surrounded by a crowd of Blue Silver Grass.
While enjoying the warmth brought by photosynthesis.
He watched his cultivation progress shoot upward.
Just like that, a little over two months passed.
Little Blue's Affection Level had climbed to 58, increasing very slowly.
Tang Tian knew it needed an Affection Level event as a catalyst.
Tang Tian's Soul Power had broken straight through from level 7 to level 9.
He was not far from breaking through to level 10, either.
If word got out, it would probably send an earthquake through the entire theoretical community of the Douluo Continent.
Evening.
Outside of cultivation, Tang Tian had not been idle either.
"Little Blue, that's tonight's dinner. It's up to you."
Tang Tian pointed at a pheasant pecking at bugs nearby.
He spoke lazily.
There was no need for Tang Tian to waste any more words, or even lift a finger.
A blue afterimage shot from Tang Tian's wrist in an instant!
Her vines were no longer as light and flimsy as before, instead carrying the fierce force of a whip.
Crack!
Whoosh!
The pheasant did not even have time to let out a cry.
Before a vine like a nimble snake instantly wrapped around it.
Then the vine abruptly tightened.
The pheasant was yanked back through the air, landing squarely beside Tang Tian's feet.
Tang San, who had come to call Tang Tian home for dinner, happened to witness the scene.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Blue Silver Grass can be used like that?"
"That speed, that strength-it's even more useful than a whip Martial Soul!"
Tang San looked down at his own Blue Silver Grass and sank into deep thought.
They were both grass, so why did his big brother's seem to have gained sentience?
Meanwhile, deep within the Sea of Consciousness.
A certain utterly forgotten Little Iron Hammer lay slumped in a corner, looking as though she had nothing left to live for.
[Little Iron Hammer (heart reduced to dead ashes)] [It's over... it's all over...] [That vixen grass has even developed combat abilities now...] [She can be a healer, and now she can hunt pheasants too...] [Damn it, doesn't that mean my evolution is nowhere in sight?]
Tang Tian glanced at the gloomy panel but did not rush to comfort her.
A sense of crisis was a good thing.
Only when she realized she was about to lose her place.
The next time he asked her for help.
Would she be less prickly and more sincere.
This was called PUA...
Ah, no, this was called sensible management.
That night, at the smithy's dinner table.
The unlucky pheasant had been roasted until its fat sizzled, its aroma wafting everywhere.
Tang Tian deftly tore off a drumstick and handed it to Tang San.
"Little San, eat more. You're still growing, and practicing with a hammer takes strength."
Tang San did not stand on ceremony.
He took the drumstick and dug in, his eyes full of admiration.
His big brother might seem frivolous, but he could always get his hands on something delicious.
Then Tang Tian tore off a wing and held it out to the man who had been drinking in silence all along.
"Here, something to go with your drink."
Tang Hao lifted his eyelids.
He glanced at the glistening chicken wing.
Then at Tang Tian's grinning face.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
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