After talking with Lu Yu for a long time, Tang San felt enlightened. There were many questions that Tang San had not thought of before. He felt that Lu Yu was indeed the person his father had chosen, and the introduction to the method of cultivating Martial Soul was too unique.
Compared to Yu Xiaogang, Tang San looked disgusted. If it weren't for the cultivation method of Twin Martial Souls, he would have built a grave for Yu Xiaogang long ago.
"Wait a minute, my Third Soul Skill can cure poison. What if I poisoned Yu Xiaogang, and he ate my Blue Silver Grass and became detoxified?"
On his way back to the dormitory, Tang San suddenly thought of this question.
However, Tang San quickly solved the problem; with his Hidden Weapon weapon skills, switching the beams and pillars was a piece of cake.
The Soul Skill can be used normally; just swap the detoxifying leaf with the ordinary leaf.
Night falls.
Lu Yu then took Zhu Zhuqing to enjoy the night sky on the Somersault Cloud. Yue Li didn't want to eat dog food (oh, no, fox food), so she suggested going to another Somersault Cloud.
Having had enough of being affectionate with Zhu Zhuqing, Lu Yu waved his hand, and the Somersault Cloud over from a hundred meters away. Yue Li looked at Lu Yu with a resentful expression.
She wondered if she wasn't charming enough anymore. The human she knew before would drool over her, but this human only had eyes for this little kitten.
Lu Yu completely ignored Yue Li's resentful gaze and asked directly, "You should have figured out what it is by now!"
Upon hearing this, Yue Li nodded, her gaze turning to Xiao Wu Wu's dormitory with a complex expression. She never expected that a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit would transform into a human here.
Moreover, judging from the current situation, the Titled Douluo outside has already set his sights on her, but for some reason hasn't made a move yet.
"Aren't you curious why that Titled Douluo didn't make a move?" Lu Yu said with amusement.
Yue Li nodded. This was also what puzzled her. Logically speaking, a 100,000-year-old Soul Beast should be very attractive to humans, let alone Soul Beast that had no combat power after transforming into human form.
"I won't hide it from you, he's Tang San's father Tang Hao, so now you understand why he hasn't made a move!"
Lu Yu looked at Yue Li with a half-smile.
Upon hearing this, Yue Li's pupils dilated in shock. No wonder! No wonder the Titled Douluo hadn't made a move even with Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast right before his eyes; he was waiting here all along!
During the day, she was curious about what kind of outstanding person could be acquainted with Lu Yu, and when she looked, she saw Xiao Wu, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form.
Moreover, judging from its demeanor, this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast seems to have a good impression of the human named Tang San.
Lu Yu leaned closer and lowered her voice, saying, "There's another secret: Tang San's mother was a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Grass."
boom--
These words not only shocked Yue Li, but even Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing to the side, stared at Lu Yu in disbelief.
"You... you're lying! How could Soul Beast have a child with a human?" Zhu Zhuqing still didn't believe it, thinking Lu Yu was deceiving him.
Lu Yu shrugged. What could he say? There were no paternity tests in this world.
After a while, Yue Li's expression became more complicated, and there was a different kind of look in her eyes when she looked at Lu Yu.
He looked Zhu Zhuqing up and down, then glanced down at his own figure. Hmm~ Great! More than perfect!
No, what are you thinking!
Yue Li shook her head, clearing the junk from her mind. She wondered if she was going crazy, actually thinking about having sex with a human...
Composing herself, Yue Li looked at Lu Yu again and asked, "Is she alright now?"
Lu Yu was taken aback by what Yue Li said, but quickly realized who Yue Li was referring to.
"Her? She's Tang Hao's ninth Soul Ring now!"
As expected, Yue Li felt like an idiot for asking such a stupid question. What good could possibly come of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?
However, I'm not much better off. In the end, I'll become the Soul Ring of this human in front of me. The only difference is that I still have a sliver of a chance to become a divine beast!
As for whether Ah Yin was sacrificed to Tang Hao, or whether Tang Hao killed his wife to obtain the spirit ring, Lu Yu didn't say! What difference does it make? The fact is, the Soul Ring is on you!
Out of the corner of her eye, Lu Yu noticed Yue Li's gaze frequently drifting Xiao Wu Wu's dormitory, and she knew her plan had succeeded.
Even if Lu Yu isn't afraid of Tang San, if he doesn't get Xiao Wu away, Xiao Wu might come up with some strange and unusual things, which will only cause more trouble!
It would be best if we could get Yue Li to persuade Xiao Wu to leave, but even if we can't, it's not a big problem; one blow and it's over.
The next morning, at Shrek playground.
Flender stood in the center of the playground with a smug look on his face, with Shrek's current students behind him.
Lu Yu, Zhu Zhuqing, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun.
Seeing the smile on Flender's face, Lu Yu knew that Yu Xiaogang had arrived. In the original story, Yu Xiaogang also arrived at this time.
He was now very curious about Yu Xiaogang 'Yu Xiaogang reaction when he learned that Tang San had abandoned his planned poison and Control System.
"No training today, let me introduce someone to you!" Flender said loudly, his gaze sweeping over the seven people present.
As soon as he finished speaking, a soft sound of wheels rolling came from the entrance of the playground.
A thin, pale, and haggard man slowly appeared in a wheelchair.
He was weak, with a sickly look in his eyes, which had been accumulating for years. He was wearing a dark gray scholar's robe and had a short haircut. The person who came was none other than Yu Xiaogang, the Grandmaster of Martial Soul Theory.
All eyes turned to it, their expressions varying.
Tang San's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a mixture of familiarity and complexity.
Lu Yu was stunned when she saw Yu Xiaogang now. Wait, is this right? How did Yu Xiaogang become like this?
Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, and the others all looked puzzled, unsure of the special identity of this frail man in the wheelchair.
Flender strode forward, pushed the wheelchair, and brought Yu Xiaogang to the front of the crowd, solemnly introducing him to everyone:
"This man, Yu Xiaogang, is my best brother in this life, and also the undisputed number one theorist on Martial Soul Theory across the entire continent."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yu, who was wondering why Yu Xiaogang had become like this, almost burst out laughing. She bit her lip tightly to suppress her laughter.
We can't laugh at Yu Xiaogang anymore, he's already in this state. What if he gets so angry he dies? Who will be responsible then?
Apart from Tang San and Xiao Wu, the remaining four were completely dumbfounded!
The number one theorist of Martial Soul Theory! How come they've never heard of such an awesome person? Even Dai Mubai looked at Flender with suspicion.
Ning Rongrong scoffed, looking at the half-dead Yu Xiaogang with disdain. "With this kind of behavior, he dares to call Grandmaster of Martial Soul Theory?"
Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of anger rising within him as he looked at the suspicious and disdainful expressions on these people's faces. He couldn't help but cough violently.
"Teacher, are you alright?" Tang San stepped forward with concern, took out a water bottle, and carefully fed Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang didn't even have the strength to speak. He shook his head slightly to indicate that he was alright, then turned to Flender and nodded gently to signal him to continue.
Seeing this, Tang San had no choice but to rejoin the group. Looking at Yu Xiaogang's condition, Tang San was worried about how much longer he could live.
If he dies, wouldn't the secret of cultivating Twin Martial Souls be lost?
"No, I still have to use my Third Soul Skill to detoxify Yu Xiaogang..." Tang San thought to himself.