Looking at Tang San's forced composure, Lu Yu smiled wickedly. What she was about to say would completely push Tang San to the opposite side of Yu Xiaogang.
Lu Yu sat up slightly and spoke in a calm and unhurried tone.
"So, what do you think would happen to a healthy, normal person if they drank a cup of poison?"
Speaking of poison techniques, Tang San was full of confidence. He immediately straightened his back, held up two fingers, and answered clearly and logically:
"There are essentially two possibilities: either the toxicity is weak, and with timely medical treatment, there's a chance of recovery; or the toxicity is severe, there's no antidote, and death occurs on the spot."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yu immediately nodded slightly, her face full of agreement, and said, "You're absolutely right. That's just how poisonous creatures can harm people."
Hearing Lu Yu's agreement, Tang San's expression relaxed even more.
Before Tang San could say anything, Lu Yu suddenly changed the subject, her eyes becoming unusually serious as she looked directly at him and asked:
" Tang San, what do you think is the relationship between Martial Soul and a person? Is Martial Soul an extension of our body, a manifestation of our body's essence, or are they independent entities that do not interfere with each other?"
This question came unexpectedly, Tang San immediately frowned, falling into deep thought.
For three months, Yu Xiaogang Tang San, Yu Xiaogang constantly instilled in him his unparalleled knowledge of Martial Soul Theory.
During this time, Tang San had always admired Yu Xiaogang immensely and had never thought deeply about this question. In Tang San's shallow understanding, Martial Soul was Martial Soul, and a person was a person. Soul Ring was a carrier for adding Soul Skill to Martial Soul. However, Lu Yu's question caused a ripple in Tang San's heart.
Just as he was about to answer Lu Yu's question, he suddenly remembered that when Yu Xiaogang was hunting for his First Soul Ring, Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul was bitten by the Mandala Snake, and as a result, the Grandmaster was also poisoned.
This left Tang San feeling lost again.
After a long silence, Tang San on the knowledge he had acquired over the past three months, looked at Lu Yu and slowly spoke, his tone tinged with uncertainty:
" Martial Soul... is inherited from both parents and is connected to one's own bloodline. As long as the Martial Soul exists, the physical body will also be injured if the Martial Soul is damaged."
Almost the instant he uttered those words, Tang San's heart skipped a beat. He vaguely sensed that he had overlooked something crucial. Countless chaotic thoughts Entanglement in his mind, but he couldn't grasp the core of the matter and couldn't understand it no matter what he did.
Seeing Tang San's confused expression, Lu Yu didn't give him much time to think. Her voice was gentle yet piercing, directly hitting the key point in Tang San's mind.
"Since you know that Martial Soul are connected to a person's bloodline, think about it again. Your Blue Silver Grass is a pure Plant-type Martial Soul by nature, without any toxicity, just like a clean and healthy normal person."
"But in pursuit of that pitiful amount of attack power, you absorbed the Mandala Snake Soul Ring, which contains mental toxins, and forcibly integrated the domineering toxins into your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. Isn't that equivalent to personally feeding yourself a cup of incurable poison?"
These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Tang San's mind!
Tang San froze on the spot, his pupils contracted sharply, and the color drained from his face. His previous arrogance and confidence vanished, leaving only shock and disbelief.
Tang San always felt that the poison attribute was his advantage, and he was not averse to poison. So much so that when Yu Xiaogang devised an excellent choice for him, he never thought about it from this perspective. The deadly poison and the pure Blue Silver Grass are completely contradictory!
Seeing Tang San's utterly bewildered expression, Lu Yu was secretly delighted, but her face still showed great regret as she continued in a deep voice:
"Right now, your cultivation level is still shallow, and the age of your Soul Ring is not high. The conflict between this bit of toxicity and your Martial Soul is not obvious yet, so you naturally won't notice any major problems."
"But as your cultivation level continues to improve and the power of your Soul Ring continues to integrate into your body, this foreign snake venom will gradually erode and destroy the very foundation of the Blue Silver Grass. Over time, what do you think your Martial Soul will become? And how long can your body withstand it?"
Tang San stood up abruptly, his eyes vacant, his Adam's apple bobbing. He took two steps back, nearly tripping over the chair he had kicked over.
Tang Hao, who was hiding in the back alleys, instantly unleashed a chilling killing intent upon hearing Lu Yu's words.
Originally, Tang Hao just wanted to see what kind of genius this person, whom Yu Xiaogang talked about every day, was that made Yu Xiaogang so infatuated with him.
Unexpectedly, he heard these words and slammed his fist against the wall, his fingertips sinking into it. His eyes were filled with overwhelming anger and heartache.
"What a Yu Xiaogang! What a Grandmaster with no real reputation!"
Tang Hao was wholeheartedly planning for his son, only hoping that Tang San could cultivate in peace. He never expected that Yu Xiaogang was a complete fool who made Tang San absorb a poison-attribute Soul Ring, which destroyed the foundation of the Blue Silver Grass!
This isn't helping Tang San Tang San at all; it's clearly ruining his path to cultivation.
An uncontrollable rage surged within Tang Hao, his eyes bloodshot, his breathing labored. He looked up in a certain direction, then vanished without a trace!
Tang San stood there, stunned, his body ice-cold, Lu Yu's words echoing in his ears, along with all the respect and trust he had previously shown to Yu Xiaogang.
At this moment, everything completely collapsed, leaving only endless panic and lingering fear in my heart.
Nuoding Academy, Yu Xiaogang's dormitory.
"Bang--"
A burly man in a cloak kicked the door open, shaking the entire room. Books on the shelves fell to the floor with a soft thud.
Lying on the bed in the room was none other than the Grandmaster — Yu Xiaogang!
The loud noise startled Yu Xiaogang awake. He turned his head but hadn't even seen who was at the door yet.
He only saw a blur before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain on his face. Just as he was about to let out a painful scream, in an instant, a large hand covered in thick calluses grabbed Yu Xiaogang's collar and lifted him off the bed.
Before Yu Xiaogang to question him, a fierce gust of wind from his fists had already struck. Tang Hao remained silent as his fists rained down on Yu Xiaogang.
Every punch landed squarely, but the force was perfectly controlled, ensuring that Yu Xiaogang Yu Xiaogang the pain of each blow without endangering his life.
Yu Xiaogang, a peerless Soul Grandmaster at level 29 and over 50 years old, didn't even have a chance to speak in front of Tang Hao. At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was like a broken sandbag, being beaten by Tang Hao until blood spurted from his mouth and nose.
After being beaten for an unknown amount of time, Tang Hao raised his hand and threw Yu Xiaogang Yu Xiaogang, then kicked him in the stomach.
"Bang--" Yu Xiaogang crashed into the wall and slid to the ground. His bones felt like they were falling apart, and excruciating pain swept through his entire body. He couldn't even let out a scream.
He didn't even have the strength to look up and see who was in front of him. He could only lower his head helplessly and see a pair of rough animal skin shoes through his swollen eyelids.
Tang Hao walked forward step by step, each step piercing Yu Xiaogang's heart. At this moment, Yu Xiaogang's mental state was completely replaced by excruciating pain.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang's current miserable state and listening to Lu Yu's sharing, much of the pent-up frustration in his heart dissipated with his fist.
Looking at the dying Yu Xiaogang on the ground, Tang Hao stood still, staring at him coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
He knew that Yu Xiaogang couldn't be killed yet; to solve the drawbacks of cultivating Twin Martial Souls, he still had to rely on this good-for-nothing in front of him.