Extreme Vitality

Sitting in meditation beneath the dusk, the Blue Silver Grass at Tang Chuan's fingertips swayed gently in the breeze, as if it had neither weight nor threat.

At that moment, however, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

He suddenly remembered a scene from the original novel.

The Fifth Spirit Ring Tang San obtained after reaching Level Fifty in Soul Power.

The Natal Spirit Ring that appeared after his Martial Soul awakened into the Blue Silver Emperor with the Blue Silver King's help.

From then on, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was no longer merely a flexible vine. It could condense into the Blue Silver Overlord Spear, an existence of peerless sharpness that pierced through heaven and earth!

"Blue Silver Overlord Spear..." Tang Chuan murmured to himself, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Wasn't this move precisely the ultimate manifestation of refining and compressing the energy of the Blue Silver Grass's body, using powerful Soul Power and vitality to turn softness into a blade and life into a spear?

At this thought, Tang Chuan suddenly trembled, a spark of inspiration flashing in his eyes:

"I understand!"

"The reason Blue Silver Grass can become the Overlord Spear is that it fundamentally condenses and compresses all the energy of the Soul Ring, making the Blue Silver Grass incredibly hard and thus giving it offensive power!"

"As long as my Soul Power is strong enough, the quality of my Soul Rings is high enough, and my vitality is inexhaustible, Blue Silver Grass will naturally develop tremendous strength and toughness, and then transform into a weapon."

"At that time, it will no longer be merely a vine, but a blade, a spear, a sword—the ultimate manifestation of all the power of grass and trees."

At that moment, Tang Chuan remembered an old saying, and his heart surged:

"Grass, wood, bamboo, and stone—all can become swords. Plucked flowers and flying leaves can also injure people."

In his eyes, this was not an exaggerated fantasy, but a future that could truly be achieved.

"Although I don't have Twin Martial Souls or the Clear Sky Hammer, I do have Blue Silver Grass. Strictly speaking, it should be the top-grade Plant Spirit, the Blue Silver Emperor."

"It's not the slightest bit weaker than the Clear Sky Hammer."

"Blue Silver Grass can follow the Life System path. As long as it's handled properly, it can completely evolve into a powerful Martial Soul that integrates offense and defense. By then, my Blue Silver Grass will be able to attack endlessly, recover continuously, and possess terrifying control abilities."

"At that time, who across the entire continent will still be my opponent?"

"Following the Life System path, there's no need for Control Soul Skills, nor for unnecessary waste Soul Skills like entanglement, restraint, and spider webs!"

"Because Blue Silver Grass itself can entangle and control!"

"Extreme vitality is the cultivation direction of Blue Silver Grass."

Several hours later.

The night deepened. Moonlight spilled across the walls of Nuoding Academy, and silver-white radiance filtered through the trees, dappling the ground.

Tang Chuan stood alone in an open area of the Academy's Back Mountain, his hands tucked into his sleeves as he let the Night Wind brush past his robes. His eyes gazed into the distance, as if he were thinking about something.

"Brother." A slightly hesitant voice came from behind him.

Tang Chuan turned and saw Tang San walking toward him.

Tang San stopped in front of him. After hesitating for a moment, he finally said in a low voice, "Brother, could you... go find Master first thing tomorrow morning and apologize?"

Tang Chuan raised an eyebrow but said nothing, merely looking quietly at his younger brother.

Tang San lowered his head and hurriedly added, "One of you is my teacher, and the other is my Brother. I really don't want there to be any conflict between you. Master is a Master of Spirit Theory. His guidance regarding Martial Soul cultivation surely can't be wrong."

"Master says Blue Silver Grass is a Waste Spirit with practically no offensive power. So if we don't follow the Control System and don't rely on Soul Skills to restrain enemies, how else can we fight? Are we really supposed to follow the Life System path... and end up as a Support Soul Master?"

Tang San wore a serious expression, and deep down, he truly believed in Master's Spirit Theory.

However, when Tang Chuan heard this, he only smiled faintly. His smile held helplessness, along with a hint of disappointment.

"Xiao San, you're still too young."

He turned around and gazed toward the distant Pitch Black horizon. His voice was low, yet carried clear anger and an icy edge:

"You want me to apologize to Yu Xiaogang? Impossible."

"He goes around constantly saying that there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters. Well, then I'd like to ask—what about him?"

"He calls himself a Master of Spirit Theory. After cultivating for so many years, what has he accomplished? I heard one of the Academy's teachers say that his Soul Power isn't even Level Thirty. His Martial Soul is a pig with absolutely no combat ability. He's studied Spirit Theory for decades, yet his own Soul Power hasn't advanced at all."

"Do you know how many years he's been staying at Nuoding Academy? Have you ever seen him teach a single class? Has he ever given ordinary students even one piece of guidance?"

"He couldn't become a powerhouse himself, yet he placed all his hopes on you. His so-called rule of accepting only geniuses as disciples sounds grand and righteous, but in reality, he simply looks down on ordinary people and is too lazy to teach students who might not achieve anything."

Tang Chuan's voice grew colder and colder, and a trace of mockery flashed through his eyes:

"Someone so ambitious yet unrealistic, so detached from reality, doesn't deserve to be a teacher."

"You're his student, so you can believe in him."

"I'm not. I don't believe in him, and I won't bow my head."

Tang San froze for a moment. He had never expected Tang Chuan's opinion of his teacher to be so sharp, to the point of nearly denying his character and virtue as a teacher.

"Brother... you're being too extreme..." Tang San defended him in a low voice.

Hearing this, Tang Chuan shook his head and glanced at his younger brother. His tone softened slightly. "I'm not being extreme. I've simply seen the truth."

"If you believe in him, then follow him and cultivate properly. I won't stop you."

"I'll walk my own path."

The wind stirred faintly, ruffling the corners of their clothes.

Moonlight shone between the two brothers. Their figures seemed to stand extremely close.

In truth, they were growing farther and farther apart.

The night was deep, and the student dormitory of Nuoding Academy was utterly quiet.

Tang Chuan had returned to bed early. He turned over and curled up beneath the covers, but no matter how he closed his eyes, he couldn't fall asleep. He could still faintly hear the soft rustling of the wind through the treetops outside the window.

His mind kept replaying the sight of Blue Silver Grass weakly drifting in his palm.

"I'm ultimately... not Tang San."

"He has Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls."

"But I only have one Martial Soul, and my Innate Soul Power is merely Level One."

"Even if my Blue Silver Grass develops along the Life System path, my cultivation speed will inevitably be extremely slow. I have to find a way to rapidly increase my Soul Power."

"And in this world, aside from prolonged meditative cultivation, the only ways to quickly increase Soul Power seem to be absorbing Soul Rings and Spirit Bones."

The instant this thought appeared, Tang Chuan's eyes snapped open. He stared into the darkness above him as countless pieces of information about Spirit Bones from the original novel flashed through his mind.

Once successfully fused, a Spirit Bone could increase Soul Power, strengthen the body, and even grant a Soul Skill. It was an even more precious treasure than a Soul Ring.

An ordinary Soul Master might not obtain a single Spirit Bone in their entire lifetime, and every Spirit Bone had only one source—the Soul Beast.

Tang Chuan murmured to himself, a glimmer flashing through his eyes. "Spirit Bone..."

At that very moment, his gaze subconsciously shifted toward the wooden bed not far away.