Yu Xiaogang's expression was gloomy, his eyes filled with disbelief. He spoke in a heavy tone:
"Xiao San, you must understand that all my theories are backed by the most detailed data. These are records compiled by the Spirit Hall over tens of thousands of years, documenting the soul rings absorbed by countless soul masters. There are hundreds of thousands of records, each detailing the exact age of the soul rings absorbed at every stage. It's absolutely impossible to surpass these limits."
"Unless… unless the Spirit Hall has some information that even I, as a Spirit Hall elder, am not privy to. How interesting. Truly fascinating."
"However, that Chen Yuan isn't from the Spirit Hall. He's from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. According to him, he's the direct disciple of Sword Douluo Chen Xin. It's possible that Sword Douluo, or perhaps the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, used some special method to give Chen Yuan a soul ring configuration that defies the norm."
"So, Xiao San, until I've figured this out, you must not recklessly attempt to absorb a soul ring beyond the limit. Your talent is top-tier. Don't risk your life."
After hearing this, Tang San, though deeply unwilling, nodded:
"Teacher, I understand. I won't risk my life."
Glancing at Xiao Wu, Tang San didn't ask her to leave and instead revealed his secret:
"Teacher, when can I start cultivating my second martial soul? My progress is too slow. Chen Yuan, who's younger than me, is far stronger. He once severely injured one of my classmates, Dai Mubai, who's also a Soul Elder and has the White Tiger martial soul. Chen Yuan didn't even use a single soul skill. His strength and ferocity are overwhelming. I don't even have the right to compare myself to him."
Xiao Wu, her eyes filled with concern, looked at Tang San, who was clearly in pain. She hadn't realized the immense pressure he was under. She comforted him:
"Brother, you're not inferior to him. You have many self-created soul skills and powerful hidden weapons. If it came to a real fight, who knows who would win?"
Hearing her words, Tang San smiled at Xiao Wu, signaling that he was fine and that she didn't need to worry.
But deep down, he was filled with resentment. One might think that, having lived two lives, Tang San would have a strong mentality. However, during the Spirit Master Tournament, especially during his battles against the Four Elemental Academies, he was so shaken that he considered cultivating his second martial soul. If it weren't for Dugu Bo's guidance, he would have been in serious trouble.
Yu Xiaogang's mind was also in turmoil. He wanted to stand by his theories, but Chen Yuan's existence was a slap to his face. He could only comfort Tang San by emphasizing his background:
"Chen Yuan's strength is only due to his privileged upbringing. He was meticulously trained from a young age, so it's natural that he's powerful. You, on the other hand, come from a humble background and suffered from malnutrition for a long time. Yet, despite all that, you've reached the Soul Elder level at the age of 12 with the common Blue Silver Grass martial soul. You're not inferior to him. In fact, you're stronger."
"Once you start cultivating your second martial soul, surpassing Chen Yuan, even crushing him, will be a trivial matter. But you can't start cultivating your second martial soul yet."
"Twin martial souls are both a top-tier talent and a curse. The two martial souls and their respective soul powers will clash within your body as you add soul rings, eventually leading to your death. At most, you can only add a few soul rings. Once you start absorbing ten-thousand-year soul rings, it will be the beginning of your end. Historical records show that, of the three twin martial soul geniuses, only one managed to overcome this flaw and become one of the most powerful soul masters in the world."
"What you need to do is focus on cultivating and strive to reach the Soul King level before the age of 25. By then, I will have found a way to eliminate the flaw of twin martial souls."
"In fact, according to my plan, your so-called 'trash' Blue Silver Grass will only take you as far as the Soul King level. At that point, you'll start cultivating your second martial soul, and your first soul ring will be a ten-thousand-year one. This will allow you to rapidly increase your soul power and break through to higher levels. You'll become the youngest Titled Douluo in history. Xiao San, by then, you'll realize how much effort I've poured into nurturing you."
After hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Tang San felt somewhat reassured. He firmly believed that he was a genius, but his humble background had prevented him from fully realizing his potential. He bowed and said:
"Teacher, I'm sorry. I was too impatient. I'll still need your guidance in the future. Now that you're here, you won't leave again, will you?"
Yu Xiaogang patted his shoulder and said:
"It's good that you've come to this realization. I came here for you, so I won't leave easily. Also, tomorrow I'll take a look at your other classmates. If they're all geniuses, I'll guide them as well. Teaching one is the same as teaching a group. At Nuoding Academy, the students with limited potential weren't worth my time. Perhaps the students at Shrek Academy will be different."
Tang San smiled and said:
"With your words, I feel much more at ease. My current classmates are indeed all monsters. With your guidance, I believe they'll grow even stronger."
Yu Xiaogang's expression softened further. He looked at Tang San with satisfaction. After all, this was his disciple, who understood him so well. He said with a smile:
"Go rest early and come back tomorrow morning."
With that, they parted ways and returned to their respective rooms to rest.
Tang San, having been counseled, no longer thought about immediately cultivating his second martial soul. Instead, he decided to continue cultivating his first martial soul. Although the Blue Silver Grass was considered a trash martial soul, Tang San firmly believed that, with his teacher's guidance, he could still become a powerful soul master.
"There are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters." It was an inspiring phrase, but Tang San never stopped to wonder why his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, had remained a level 29 Great Soul Master his entire life.
The Blue Silver Emperor, a martial soul of immense potential, was being treated as an ordinary Blue Silver Grass, its potential utterly wasted.
Tang San, with half of the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline, could have awakened his true potential with proper nurturing. Unfortunately, Tang Hao's arrogance and Yu Xiaogang's foolishness led him down a misguided path. Tang Hao looked down on the Blue Silver Emperor's power, while Yu Xiaogang, in his ignorance, treated the Blue Silver Emperor, which could rival the Clear Sky Hammer, as nothing more than a common Blue Silver Grass.
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Meanwhile, in a countryside manor!
Chen Yuan, having set up a temporary simulated cultivation environment, began his meditation.
With Chen Yuan at the center, a thousand swords were arranged around him. As he entered a meditative state, the Seven Kill Sword resonated, and sword intent surged.
The sword intent gradually spread, resonating with the surrounding swords. Although Chen Yuan's eyes were closed, he could sense each sword around him. He himself seemed to transform into the king of swords—the Seven Kill.
This was the beauty of a simulated cultivation environment. By resonating his sword intent with the surrounding swords, the swords, in turn, amplified his sword intent. This made his soul power more active, significantly increasing the speed at which he circulated and absorbed soul power.
He didn't immediately attempt to break through his soul power level. Instead, he focused on refining the six levels of soul power he had gained from absorbing the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone. Once it was fully integrated into his body and he could wield it as effortlessly as his own limbs, that would be the time for his true breakthrough.
(End of Chapter)
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