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Chapter 3 Ultimate Vitality
Chapter 3 Ultimate Vitality
Sitting quietly in the twilight, Tang Chuan's blue silver grass swayed gently in the breeze, seemingly weightless and posing no threat.
Just then, his gaze suddenly sharpened.
He suddenly remembered a plot point from the original story.
Tang San obtained his fifth spirit ring after his spirit power reached level 50.
With the help of the Blue Silver King, she awakened her martial soul into the Blue Silver Queen, and this is the natal soul ring that appeared.
From then on, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was no longer just a flexible vine, but could condense into the Blue Silver Overlord Spear, which was incomparably sharp and could pierce through the heavens and the earth!
"Blue Silver Overlord Spear..." Tang Chuan murmured to himself, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.
Isn't this move the ultimate expression of condensing and compressing the energy of the Blue Silver Herb Body, and using softness as a blade and life as a spear under the influence of powerful soul power and vitality?
Thinking of this, Tang Chuan suddenly jolted, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his eyes:
"I see!"
"The reason why Blue Silver Grass can transform into the Overlord Spear is essentially because it condenses and compresses all the energy of the spirit ring, making the Blue Silver Grass extremely hard and thus giving it offensive power!"
"As long as my soul power is strong enough, the quality of my soul rings is high enough, and my life force is inexhaustible, the Blue Silver Grass will naturally generate extremely high strength and toughness, and thus transform into a weapon."
"At that time, it was no longer just a vine, but a sharp blade, a gun, a sword, the ultimate expression of the power of all plants."
Just then, Tang Chuan recalled an old saying, and his heart was suddenly stirred:
"Grass, trees, bamboo, and rocks can all be used as swords. Even plucked flowers and flying leaves can be used to injure people."
In his view, this is not an exaggerated fantasy, but a future that can actually be achieved.
"Although I don't have twin martial souls or the Clear Sky Hammer, I do have Blue Silver Grass. Strictly speaking, it should be the top-tier plant-type martial soul, Blue Silver Emperor."
"It is in no way weaker than the Clear Sky Hammer."
"Blue Silver Grass follows the life-type path. If handled properly, it can be completely evolved into a powerful martial soul that combines offense and defense. At that time, my Blue Silver Grass will not only have endless attacks, but also continuous healing and extremely terrifying control capabilities."
"At that time, who on the entire continent will be my match?"
"The Life-based path doesn't need control-type soul skills at all, and it doesn't need to add unnecessary and useless soul skills like entanglement, binding, or spider webs!"
"Because Blue Silver Grass itself can entangle and control!"
"Extreme vitality is the direction of Blue Silver Grass's cultivation."
.........
Several hours later.
As night deepened, moonlight shone on the walls of Notting College, and the silvery glow filtered through the shadows of the trees, casting dappled patterns on the ground.
Tang Chuan stood alone on the open ground behind the academy, his hands tucked into his sleeves, letting the night wind blow through his robes. His gaze was fixed on the distance, as if he were deep in thought.
"Brother." A slightly hesitant voice came from behind.
Tang Chuan turned his head and saw Tang San walking towards him.
Tang San stopped in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and finally said in a low voice, "Brother, could you... go to the teacher first thing tomorrow morning and apologize?"
Tang Chuan raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and simply watched his younger brother quietly.
Tang San lowered his head and added somewhat hastily, "One of you is my teacher, and the other is my brother. I really don't want any conflict between you. My teacher is a master of martial spirit theory, and his guidance on martial spirit cultivation is definitely correct."
"The teacher said that Blue Silver Herb is a useless spirit, with almost no offensive power. If we don't go for a control-type build and rely on spirit skills to restrain enemies, how can we fight? Do we really have to go for a life-type build... and end up as a support spirit master?"
Tang San looked serious, but he genuinely believed in the master's theory of martial souls.
However, upon hearing these words, Tang Chuan merely smiled, a smile tinged with helplessness and a hint of disappointment.
"You're still too young, mistress."
He turned around, gazing at the dark horizon in the distance, his voice low yet carrying a clear anger and coldness:
"You want me to apologize to Yu Xiaogang? Impossible."
"He keeps saying there are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters. Well, I'd like to ask him—what about himself?"
"He claims to be a master of theory, but after all these years of cultivation, what has he achieved? I heard from the academy's teachers that his soul power is less than level 30, and his martial soul is still a pig with no combat power. He's studied martial soul theory for decades, yet his own soul power hasn't improved an inch?"
"Do you know how many years he spent at Notting College? Have you ever seen him teach a single class? Or give guidance to an ordinary student even once?"
"He himself cannot become a strong person, yet he places all his hopes on you. His so-called acceptance of disciples only as geniuses sounds noble, but in reality, it's just that he looks down on ordinary people and is too lazy to teach students who might not achieve anything."
Tang Chuan's voice grew increasingly cold, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes:
"People who are unrealistic and have unrealistic ambitions are not fit to be teachers."
"You're his student, you can trust him."
"No, I don't believe him, and I won't back down."
Tang San was stunned for a moment. He did not expect Tang Chuan to have such a sharp opinion of his teacher, to the point of almost denying his character and professional ethics.
"Brother...you're being too extreme..." Tang San said in a low voice.
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan shook his head, glanced at his younger brother, and softened his tone slightly: "I'm not being extreme, I just see things clearly now."
"If you believe him, then follow his training diligently. I won't stop you."
I will walk my own path.
A slight breeze stirred, ruffling the hems of their clothes.
The moonlight shone between the two brothers, making their figures appear to be standing very close together.
In reality, they are getting further and further apart.
.........
It was late at night, and the student dormitories at Notting College were quiet.
Tang Chuan went back to bed early, turned over and curled up in the quilt, closed his eyes, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He could vaguely hear the wind blowing through the treetops outside the window.
He kept recalling the image of the Blue Silver Grass floating helplessly in his palm.
"I am not Tang San after all."
"He possesses innate full soul power and twin martial souls."
"But I only have one martial soul, and my innate soul power is only level one."
"Even if my Blue Silver Grass develops towards the life-type cultivation, my cultivation speed will inevitably be extremely slow. I must find a way to quickly increase my soul power."
"In this world, the only way to quickly increase soul power, besides long periods of meditation and cultivation, seems to be to absorb soul rings and soul bones."
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Tang Chuan's eyes snapped open as he stared into the darkness of the ceiling, countless memories of the soul bone from the original story flashing through his mind.
Once successfully fused, a soul bone can not only enhance soul power and physical constitution, but also come with soul skills, making it a more precious treasure than a soul ring.
An ordinary Soul Master might spend his entire life trying to obtain even a single Soul Bone, and the source of every Soul Bone is singular: Soul Beasts.
Tang Chuan muttered to himself, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "Soul Bone..."
At that moment, his gaze unconsciously turned to the wooden bed not far away.
(End of this chapter)