Sophistry? Not an Ordinary Blue Silver Grass?

The discussions rose and fell one after another.

The Work-Study Students gathered nearby all wore shocked expressions. Although their aptitudes were ordinary, they still knew that the level of a Soul Ring was closely related to a Soul Master's own strength.

Yet now, they had personally witnessed Tang Chuan, who possessed a Ten-Year Soul Ring, defeat Tang San, who possessed a Hundred-Year Soul Ring, head-on. To Master, this was no different from a resounding slap in the face.

Seeing the people around him arguing among themselves, Master's expression darkened as if water could drip from it. The next second, he strode furiously toward Tang Chuan, even his aura becoming sharp.

Looking at Master approaching him, Tang Chuan showed no fear. Instead, he raised his head and gave him a half-smiling, half-mocking glance, his eyes filled with sarcasm.

"Teacher..."

Seeing that his teacher's expression was off, Tang San hurriedly spoke up to ease the atmosphere.

But Master acted as if he had not heard him. He walked straight up to Tang Chuan and demanded angrily:

"The Clone Spirit Skill you used just now—what kind of Soul Beast did it come from? And shouldn't a Soul Skill only have one effect? How could you use Entangle immediately after releasing your clone? Why is your Blue Silver Grass stronger than Xiao San's? Aren't you using a Ten-Year Soul Ring?"

He grew more and more agitated, and his voice became increasingly shrill.

It was as if he wanted to forcibly strip Tang Chuan of his victory through words.

Hearing this, Tang Chuan lightly brushed the dust from his clothes and said in a rather indifferent tone:

"Master, why are you so worked up?"

"Didn't you once say that a Soul Master's path of growth should be tailored to the individual, with each person following a different route? Why is it that now that Tang San has lost, you're acting as though I've overturned your Spirit Theory?"

"I told you long ago that your theory about the cultivation path of Blue Silver Grass was wrong."

Those words struck directly at Master's weak spot.

"What did you say?"

At that, Master's eyes widened, and his fury nearly burst from their sockets.

"I said—" Tang Chuan enunciated each word. "Your theory about the cultivation path of Blue Silver Grass is wrong. Blue Silver Grass shouldn't take some Control System route. At its core, it's a plant with extremely powerful vitality. Taking the Control System route is simply wasting its talent."

"You're talking nonsense!!!"

Master finally flew into a Furious Rage and roared, frightening the surrounding students into retreating several steps.

The next second, he suddenly stepped forward. His face was livid as he pointed at Tang Chuan and shouted:

"My Spirit Theory was compiled after more than twenty years of research, reading countless ancient records, and summarizing the growth paths of innumerable Soul Masters. You're just an ignorant brat—what right do you have to question me?! You're a Soul Master with a Ten-Year Soul Ring. What qualifications do you have to say I'm wrong?!"

Tang Chuan was not frightened away by his fury. Instead, he smiled faintly.

"Since your theory is so correct, then tell me—why did I win today?"

Master's expression became extremely ugly. The corner of his mouth twitched before he gritted his teeth and forced out, "You won this time... only because the Soul Ring you absorbed happened to suit your current condition. On top of that, you used your clone to disrupt his vision and throw Xiao San's rhythm into chaos. Simply put, you won through some unorthodox means and pure luck. It has nothing to do with the cultivation path of Blue Silver Grass!"

He spoke with absolute certainty, as though defending himself.

It was also as if he were trying to salvage a little of Tang San's dignity.

Immediately afterward, a flash of wisdom crossed Master's eyes, as though he had grasped some logical foothold. His tone turned even sharper as he continued:

"You were able to win today to a large extent because Xiao San underestimated you. If he had used Entangle the instant he launched his attack, you wouldn't have had any chance to release your clone."

At this point, Master paused, then turned his gaze toward Tang San.

"Besides, your First Spirit Skill is far too strange."

"I've studied Soul Beasts and Soul Rings for many years and have come into contact with information on thousands of Soul Beasts, yet I've never seen a Soul Beast ability resembling your First Spirit Skill. How can a Ten-Year Soul Ring possess such a high-level cloning ability? This isn't a problem with my theory. It's because you happened to absorb an extremely rare, perhaps even mutated, Soul Beast Soul Ring!"

Master spoke with absolute certainty, as if this were the only reasonable explanation.

"You were simply lucky enough to obtain such a rare Soul Ring. Even if you tried again, you might not find the same Soul Beast. You won not because your cultivation path for Blue Silver Grass was correct, but because you relied on the chance created by a rare Soul Beast and won through sheer luck."

"A Soul Master's growth and cultivation must never depend on chance!"

"Having Blue Silver Grass follow the Control System path is the result of long-term experiments and verification on my part."

"Your so-called Life System path is nothing more than a blind man feeling an elephant. Once you reach a higher realm, such as the third or fourth ring, you'll discover that the coordination between your Soul Skills lacks logic and systemization. By then, you'll be completely crushed by Xiao San!"

After hearing Master's words, Tang Chuan couldn't help rolling his eyes. He sneered, "Master, you're really good at sophistry, aren't you? You could turn black into white."

"That's genuinely impressive!"

As he spoke, he actually gave Master a thumbs-up!

"You might as well stop calling yourself the Master of Spirit Theory and change your title to Master of Sophistry."

Those words left all the surrounding Work-Study Students staring at one another. The air became so quiet that it seemed to solidify.

No one had expected Tang Chuan to dare mock Master in public.

Tang Chuan, however, paid no attention to what others thought and continued on his own: "Master, since you think I won today because I was lucky, then let's say I was lucky."

"We'll see who gets slapped in the face later."

After saying this, Tang Chuan did not continue arguing with Master. He simply turned around and strode away in a carefree manner. In his view, what difference was there between Master's words and the ravings of an idiot?

He had forced himself to explain so much. Wasn't it simply because he couldn't accept being wrong?

He didn't want to admit that he was wrong?

There was no need to waste words on someone like that.

As he passed Tang San, Tang Chuan's footsteps paused slightly. He turned his head and gave his younger brother a meaningful look, then lightly patted his shoulder. His voice was low but exceptionally clear:

"Xiao San, your Blue Silver Grass has only been attached with one Soul Ring. If you turn back now, it should still be in time."

"As the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father. I've done what I should do, and I've given you the advice I should give."

"As for what you choose in the end, that's your own business."

Hearing this, Tang San was stunned. A glimmer of light flashed through his pupils as he looked up at his Brother's profile, only to find that Tang Chuan did not say another word.

"Sigh."

With a sigh, Tang Chuan did not look back as he quickly left the Back Mountain.

His back was firm and upright, standing against the wind like a lone pine.

A few minutes later, Tang Chuan's figure gradually faded into the distance before finally disappearing along the forest path leading to the dormitory. The empty ground in the Back Mountain immediately fell into an eerie silence.

Suddenly, Master spun around. His face was livid as he rushed to Tang San in one step, grabbed him firmly by both shoulders, and said with some agitation:

"Xiao San! What were you doing just now?"

"You have a Hundred-Year Soul Ring, while he's only a Soul Master with a Ten-Year Soul Ring. How could you lose?!"

"Do you know what a Soul Master should fear most during cultivation? A soft heart!"

"Even if he's your Brother, you still can't hold back!"

Tang San was shaken until his head spun, and for a moment he could not speak.

On one hand, he truly could not explain why he had lost. On the other, a deep sense of wavering had surfaced in his heart.

Blue Silver Grass... could it really only follow the Control System route Master had described?

If Master was truly right, then why had he lost just now?

With a dazed look, he gazed in the direction his Brother had left. Tang San was still recalling the terrifying explosive power of Tang Chuan's punch, as well as that strange Clone Spirit Skill...

"Teacher, I... I wasn't holding back." After pondering for a moment, Tang San spoke in a low voice, hesitation unlike anything he had shown before in his tone.

"Brother's strength, speed, and physical toughness are all terrifyingly powerful!"

"And his Soul Power. I feel... his Soul Power is nothing like that of someone around Level Ten. In fact, if he told me he was already Level Thirty, I would believe him."

In Tang San's heart, if he had not used the Mysterious Jade Hand to block and defend against those punches, he would never have been able to withstand them.

Hearing this, Master was abruptly stunned, and his expression darkened slightly.

"What did you say?!" he asked reflexively, shock flashing through his eyes. "You're saying his Soul Power is as dense as that of a Level Thirty Soul Master?"

"This... how is that possible?"

"He's a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master with only one level of Innate Soul Power. There's no way he could cultivate that quickly. Even if he had Innate Full Soul Power and had started cultivating in the womb, it still wouldn't be possible."

Hearing this, Tang San pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"I also think it's impossible. But Teacher, I have another question. I feel... Brother's Blue Silver Grass is much tougher than mine."

"Didn't you say that after absorbing the Mandala Snake's Soul Ring, the toughness of my Blue Silver Grass would increase significantly, and its entangling ability would also become stronger?" Tang San's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Clearly, today's match had dealt him quite a shock.

Hearing this, a faint glimmer flashed through Master's eyes, and his expression turned solemn. For a moment, he did not know how to explain it. After remaining silent for a while, he recalled what Tang Hao had told him not long ago.

The Blue Silver Grass Spirits of Tang San and Tang Chuan were both no ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

After a moment, he seemed to have already thought of what to say and slowly spoke: "I... know what this is about. Originally, I wasn't planning to tell you."

"But now, it seems I have no choice."

Master paused. A trace of remembrance and apprehension passed through his eyes as he said:

"Not long ago, your father came to see me. When he left, he gave me one final message. He said that your Blue Silver Grass and your Brother's Blue Silver Grass were both no ordinary Blue Silver Grass."

"As for what those words truly mean, I don't know either!"

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