A Difficult Problem?

Master's words grew harsher, his gaze sharp as a blade. He suddenly waved his hand and shouted angrily:

"Get out! I don't want to see you again! Since you think you're so clever, go cultivate on your own! Don't expect me to guide you even one more step! I, Yu Xiaogang, have never forced anyone to acknowledge me as their teacher—especially not an arrogant, rude brat like you who shows no respect for his elders!"

At this, Tang Chuan's expression remained calm, without the slightest hint of panic.

Looking at the furious Master before him, Tang Chuan's lips instead curved into a faintly mocking smile, as though he had long since anticipated all of this.

Seeing the situation, Tang San's expression changed slightly. He stepped forward, just about to say something, but hesitated and stopped.

"Teacher, Brother is only—"

"Shut up!" Master interrupted him harshly and continued without mercy:

"Since he keeps insisting that I'm wrong, then let him cultivate on his own! From now on, every step he takes will have nothing to do with me, Yu Xiaogang!"

"If I hadn't taken into consideration that he was your brother, why would I ever have guided him in cultivating his Martial Soul? And now he actually dares to publicly question my Spirit Theory. He's nothing but an ungrateful wretch!"

Looking at Tang San's complicated expression, Tang Chuan felt no resentment at all. He merely patted Tang San lightly on the shoulder and said in a calm, gentle tone:

"Xiao San, think carefully about what I said today."

"If the choice was wrong from the very beginning, then every step taken afterward will inevitably be wrong as well."

With that, he left without looking back. His figure stretched long and resolute beneath the afternoon sunlight, and the office door slammed shut, cutting off the clamor outside.

A moment later, the office returned to silence, but the air remained heavy and oppressive.

Master stood where he was, his face gloomy and his brows tightly furrowed. After taking a deep breath, he slowly sat back down in his chair, seemingly trying to calm his emotions.

Tang San stood to one side, his gaze complicated. He felt that what Tang Chuan had said earlier did make some sense. Blue Silver Grass should indeed follow the Life System.

After a brief silence, Yu Xiaogang suddenly said in a low voice, "Xiao San, you don't need to feel shaken by what happened just now, much less take your brother's words too seriously."

Hearing this, Tang San turned his head and looked hesitantly at Master.

Master's gaze was deep, and his tone had returned to its usual firm, steady cadence:

"What he said just now was complete nonsense."

"Blue Silver Grass is a Waste Spirit. That is the consensus of the entire Spirit Master World. To break through this established judgment, one must find another path. I studied the properties of Blue Silver Grass for more than ten years before proposing the Control System route. I wasn't making baseless claims, much less indulging in random speculation."

"Your brother said that Blue Silver Grass can already bind things on its own, so adding the Entangle Soul Skill is redundant? Ridiculous! The purpose of a Soul Skill is to strengthen and expand. Entangle is like a vine, while the Soul Skill gives that vine the strength of steel and the offensive power of a Poison Thorn!"

"As for the Life System he mentioned, just treat it as a joke. If Blue Silver Grass followed the Life System, how would it attack? Those theories of his are merely an attempt to be unconventional. They sound profound, but in reality, they have no feasibility whatsoever!"

The faster Master spoke, the more his tone carried a subtly alluring, almost indoctrinating quality.

"Researching Spirit Theory is something that requires wild imagination and freedom from convention. If everyone followed common sense, what powerful experts would ever be born in this world? I made it this far by constantly breaking conventions and proposing new paths!"

"I guided you toward the Control System because I saw the potential in Blue Silver Grass—flexibility, extensibility, poison, binding. Every one of these traits points toward a single direction: becoming a top-tier controller!"

"Tang Chuan doesn't understand. He has no Soul Rings, no combat experience, and has never truly studied Spirit Theory. He merely read a few books and thought he understood everything."

By the time Master finished speaking, his tone had returned to its usual rational and authoritative manner.

Tang San stood to one side, his eyes flickering slightly, seemingly being drawn back into Master's system of Spirit Theory one word at a time.

Although he did not answer immediately, Tang San's heart had already begun to wrestle with itself.

Seeing Tang San remain silent, Master softened his tone, and some of the anger faded from his expression.

He rose to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and gazed out at the dimming light beyond the window as he said indifferently:

"All right. Let's put today's matter to rest."

"You have Innate Full Spirit Power Level Ten. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to the Soul Hunting Forest to obtain the first Soul Ring of your life."

"This Soul Ring will lay the foundation for your path as a Control System Soul Master."

At these words, hesitation flashed through Tang San's eyes.

He could not help thinking again of what his brother Tang Chuan had said earlier:

The essence of Blue Silver Grass was life, not control. If his brother was right, would obtaining this first Soul Ring send his Martial Soul down the wrong path? Would it plant an irreversible deviation?

Seeing the certainty in Master's eyes, Tang San wavered. Master was his teacher, and he had recognized that Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls from nothing more than a single Martial Soul identification certificate. How could he possibly be wrong?

As for his own brother, he was merely a child of a few years. He had only recently begun reading books about Spirit Theory. Everything he had said just now was no more than armchair speculation.

After a brief silence, Tang San lowered his head and nodded lightly:

"Teacher, I understand."

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang's expression softened slightly. He waved his hand and said, "Go. Return and pack a few things. Tomorrow at Chen Hour, gather at the Academy South Gate."

Tang San hummed in acknowledgment, turned around, and left the office.

The setting sun sank lower, and twilight quietly spread between the Academy's high walls.

After leaving the office, Tang Chuan did not depart immediately. Instead, he sat down in a secluded spot behind the Teaching Building, leaning against a mottled blue-brick wall in silence.

The scent of dust warmed by the afternoon sun still lingered in the air. He quietly raised his right hand, and in his palm, Blue Silver Grass slowly unfurled, swaying gently in the evening breeze.

It was like a weak yet unbreakable vine of fate.

"It's a shame I only have one Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass."

Tang Chuan murmured under his breath, a faint disappointment flashing through his eyes.

As a Transmigrator, Tang Chuan had originally thought he would possess Twin Martial Souls like Tang San, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand and Blue Silver Grass in his right, sweeping across the Douluo Continent and forging his path to become a God King.

Reality, however, had dealt him a heavy blow. He had inherited only his mother's Martial Soul—Blue Silver Grass! Or perhaps it should be called the Blue Silver Emperor!

On the Douluo Continent, when the quality of both parents' Martial Souls was comparable, there was a certain chance that their child would possess Twin Martial Souls. There was also a possibility that the child would randomly inherit only one parent's Martial Soul.

Tang Chuan was clearly the latter.

Gazing at the Blue Silver Grass in his hand, Tang Chuan's expression gradually grew solemn, and he said in a low voice:

"Before awakening into the Blue Silver Emperor, Blue Silver Grass is extremely frail in every aspect, and its offensive power is virtually nonexistent."

"If it forcibly followed the Life System, Blue Silver Grass's vitality might become extremely tenacious. It could recover on its own, regenerate, and heal others, but it would likewise possess no offensive power whatsoever."

"It would be like a self-healing sandbag. Someone could hit it a hundred times, and it wouldn't die—but it would have no way to fight back."

"How can Blue Silver Grass follow the Life System while also possessing offensive power?"

This was the difficult problem Tang Chuan faced at present!