"Dad, you mean… my mother was a top-tier, 100,000-year-old soul beast, the Blue Silver Emperor?"
"Then, does that mean my martial soul… isn't the universally recognized trash, the useless Blue Silver Grass, but a Blue Silver Emperor with a top-tier quality? It has both plant and life attributes!"
Tang Hao's story wasn't even finished, and Tang San's face had already undergone a drastic change. It became incredibly distorted in an instant.
It was as if an endless amount of hatred and rage was gathering within him, the color of his face turning a vibrant, blood-red. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he clenched his teeth so tightly that his jaws were locked. His gaze was practically predatory, making one wonder if he'd pounce and tear someone apart at any moment.
Truly…
Everything he saw in Feixian City was real.
His Martial Soul was the Blue Silver Emperor, but he'd taken the wrong developmental path, severely damaging its core and missing out on a major opportunity.
Tang San trembled, asking, "Then why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"What's wrong?"
Tang Hao's face was filled with confusion, his eyes conveying a deep innocence, like a wise college student.
"What's wrong? Haha, you ask me what's wrong? I've been tricked, I've been tricked so badly!"
Tang San roared, but tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes.
His body suddenly trembled violently, and his fists clenched until the knuckles cracked, causing his skin to turn a pale white.
When Yu Xiaogang taught him, he always assumed the Blue Silver Grass was a useless, good-for-nothing martial soul.
When he first became a disciple,
"According to my research, a useless martial soul like Blue Silver Grass can't possibly awaken with innate full soul power, so you must have another martial soul."
Choosing soul rings,
"Blue Silver Grass is truly too useless to resist any abilities. Any ability added to it would be a form of enhancement.
Therefore, even if the attributes don't match, it doesn't matter."
Discovering the soul skill effects were poor,
"This is just how a useless martial soul is. Otherwise, why would it be called a useless martial soul?"
"The fact that your Blue Silver Grass can now exert some effect is already the result of careful cultivation by me, the acknowledged theoretical master of the Soul Master world."
Seeing that his martial soul strength couldn't compare to Jerry, who also possessed Blue Silver Grass, Yu Xiaogang continued, "He has a mutated martial soul, and its quality is also advanced. He will definitely have some advantages in the early stages. However, as long as you develop according to my plan, and with a few more soul rings, you'll be able to surpass him."
Tang San used to believe these earnest teachings implicitly.
After all, apart from Xiao Wu and Nangong Lingyun at Notting Academy, no one else was a match for him.
He could even knock down the son of a city lord with a single slap.
Having defeated so many useful martial souls with his seemingly useless martial soul, didn't that prove his teacher's awesomeness?
However, now…
His father actually told him that what he had awakened wasn't the useless Blue Silver Grass, but the top-tier Blue Silver Emperor.
This… this…
What's the difference between this and killing a phoenix for eggs, treating it like a chicken?
Thinking about the talent assessment result, "The Blue Silver Emperor's origin is severely damaged, and the quality has dropped to intermediate,"
Tang San felt as if his heart was about to be crushed, the pain making it hard to breathe.
Even if he was stupid, he knew the difference between a top-tier martial soul and an intermediate one. They weren't even in the same league.
Forget intermediate and top-tier; even high-grade and top-tier, just one level apart, were completely incomparable.
To put it into perspective, low-level martial souls were single-digit numbers, intermediate were double-digit, and high-grade, top-tier, and super were three, four, or five-digit numbers.
Wang Sheng's War Tiger martial soul was high-grade, while Dai Mubai's White Tiger was top-tier. The latter could almost completely crush the former.
In terms of cultivation, recovery speed, normal bonuses, and burst potential, the purity and strength of the main attribute, other dimensions such as power, speed, defense, and attack,
as well as the true soul ring limit, the quality of the soul power produced, and the amount of soul power that could be accumulated...
They were completely incomparable.
And as one progressed, the disparity would become even more unbridgeable, to the point where some low-level martial spirits simply wouldn't have a future.
Tang San slapped himself hard across the face, without holding back at all. The sound was so loud it startled the mouse.
"I'm so stupid, really, unbelievably stupid. How could I believe such a foolish thing?"
"Six years. Do you know what the last six years have been like for me?"
Beside him, Tang Hao quickly tried to console him.
"Xiao San, don't do that. Please don't hurt yourself. Tell Dad what's wrong."
Flender and the others, hearing the commotion, also rushed in to comfort him.
But Tang San's crying not only didn't subside, it seemed to have broken a dam, becoming unstoppable.
Almost sobbing until he was out of breath; no amount of persuasion worked.
It wasn't until half an hour had passed, and after his old man, out of helplessness, kicked him dozens of meters and smashed several trees, that he finally calmed down a bit.
In the interdimensional space, Nangong Lingyun also exhaled deeply.
This guy's psychological resilience is a bit too poor, isn't it? It's not like his martial soul went from top-tier to mid-tier, and his main life attribute was almost annihilated. Why cry like this?
A true man should dare to face the gushing blood.
He slowly controlled the space, retreating two kilometers away.
Then, from his Beast Taming Space, he released a Mandala Snake he had carefully selected earlier, controlling it with his mental power to sneak towards the Shrek camp.
Nangong Lingyun thought silently in his heart: Hmm, mid-tier is still not the limit.
Once your life attributes and plant origins are completely destroyed, you will become a truly useless spirit, Blue Silver Grass, and it will be impossible for you to successfully awaken the Blue Silver Emperor a second time.
In this way, the master's words and the earnest teachings based on the premise of abolishing the martial soul would not be considered as deception, right? In addition, the divine skills that I have been thinking about for so long will be fulfilled this time.
Don't thank me, I'm just trying to help.
Remember this: as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place.
Under an ancient tree that three people were hugging, Tang San climbed up from the ground with a painful look on his face.
My heart was still filled with grief and despair when I suddenly heard a rustling sound behind me.
Turning around, I saw a big pink snake rushing towards me from a distance. It had a triangular head and red eyes, looking extremely ferocious.
Tang San subconsciously recalled Da Shi's teachings.
The Mandala Snake's venom was potent, causing paralysis and severe damage to the nerves. It was one of the most terrifying existences among poison-attributed soul beasts.
Its scales were incredibly tough, resistant to ordinary swords and blades. The only weak points were its mouth and eyes. Coupled with its incredible speed, it had few natural predators.
Before reaching a thousand years of cultivation, the Mandala Snake's body was a dark green, growing a meter in length every hundred years.
Upon breaking through a thousand years, they underwent a significant transformation. Not only did their color change to pink, but their venom became comparable to that of top-tier soul beasts.
Their length would also shrink back to one meter, only to increase by a meter every thousand years after that.
"A three-thousand-year-old Mandala Snake?"
Tang San was taken aback, then his face lit up with a look of wild joy.
Mandala Snake + Blue Silver Emperor = Entangle, Entangle = Divine Skill, Divine Skill = Invincible, he was going to be rich!