Chapter 115: Tang San Suddenly Felt That He Was Able to Recover!
At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps was heard in the corridor.
Yu Xiaogang stopped at Tang San's door with a steaming hot breakfast.
After a brief pause, he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door. He lowered his voice and said, "Xiao San, open the door. There are some things I want to talk to you about."
If it were someone else, Tang San would definitely not want to bother with it.
But he has always been very respectful to Yu Xiaogang, as the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father...
Tang San paused slightly, and was stunned for a long time. Then he slowly stood up, walked to the door with slow steps, and opened it.
The moment the door opened.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes appeared with a picture that made his heart tremble slightly.
Tang San looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot, and listless, completely different from the calm and resolute young man he used to be.
"Teacher, please come in." Tang San forced a smile on his face.
Looking at Tang San's forced smile, Yu Xiaogang sighed inwardly, then walked into the house and gently placed the breakfast on the table. His gaze lingered on Tang San's face for a moment before he shook his head and said, "Xiao San, you're so young, how can you be so decadent?"
Tang San just stood there quietly, his eyes lowered, without saying a word.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang didn't rush to ask any more questions. Instead, he pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. His tone softened a bit, and he said, "Xiao San, it looks like you haven't slept for several days. In that case, I'll put breakfast aside and chat with you."
"Teacher, are you sure I'm on the wrong path in cultivating the Blue Silver Grass?"
"Otherwise, why... why am I no match for my brother at all? I... I have full innate soul power, while his innate soul power is only level one."
With his head lowered, Tang San was silent for a long time, and suddenly spoke.
"Nonsense!" Yu Xiaogang's face darkened after hearing this. He slammed his hand on the table and shouted,
"Xiao San, how could you possibly think that? Are you the only one who's questioning my theory?"
"Have you forgotten the blonde woman who followed your brother? She is the Fallen One and the Evil Spirit Master who severely injured Ma Hongjun before!"
"Perhaps... your brother's ability to improve so quickly and his Blue Silver Grass Spirit to such an abnormal level in such a short period of time must have been achieved through some sinister method."
Upon hearing this, Tang San remained silent.
He just stared at Yu Xiaogang quietly, with a look of struggle or doubt in his eyes.
However, he did not refute it immediately.
Because in his opinion, what Yu Xiaogang said just now was not completely unreasonable.
Yes... my brother's innate soul power is clearly only at level one.
Logically speaking, it is almost impossible for him to catch up with me with his talent, let alone completely suppress me in the fighting arena.
How can all this be explained if it wasn't due to some evil cultivation method?
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and Tang Chuan's figure kept appearing in Tang San's mind.
What made Tang San even more uneasy was that he himself knew how to practice evil cultivation.
Not long ago, when he was removing toxins from the Shrek Seven Devils, he secretly used the Eight Spider Lances to drain their soul power and vitality.
Gaining strength in this way feels like a huge rock on a mountain. Once it is pushed down, there is no way to stop. It will only roll faster and faster until it falls out of control.
After a moment, Tang San slowly raised his head, a long-suppressed confusion in his eyes, and said: "Teacher, even if brother's strength is really obtained through some evil training method, I still feel that... my own Blue Silver Grass Spirit is too weak."
"Blue Silver Grass is a useless Spirit. Although I relied on the increase in soul power to make it slightly change, the more time passes, the more I feel its limitations."
"Whether it's Mubai's White Tiger Spirit or Fatty's Phoenix Spirit, they both possess top-tier talent. Their soul skills will become increasingly terrifying due to the foundation of their own Spirits."
"But I'm not so lucky. Although the Blue Silver Grass is very flexible, it can't make up for its fragile foundation."
"If I hadn't accidentally obtained the external soul bone Eight Spider Lances when I was level 30, I would have been left behind by them long ago."
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang was silent for a moment, staring at Tang San with complicated eyes, and whispered:
"Xiao San, what are you going to do next?"
Tang San sighed softly, his eyes confused and powerless, and said: "In the final analysis, the source of these troubles is because my Blue Silver Grass is too weak and too useless."
Having said that, he was silent for a moment, his eyes flickering, as if he had made some kind of decision.
"Teacher, after these years of exploration, I discovered that my second Spirit seems unusual. What do you think if I switch to cultivating my second Spirit now..."
Before Tang San could finish his words, Yu Xiaogang raised his hand to interrupt him. His voice was filled with panic and anger as he said, "No! Xiao San, you're just fooling around!"
"Although you are now cultivating your second Spirit, as long as you can obtain the right soul ring, your strength can indeed be greatly improved in a very short period of time."
"But have you ever thought about what the quality of the soul ring you will obtain if you cultivate your second Spirit after your Blue Silver Grass reaches level ninety?"
"By then, even if you get nine ten-thousand-year or even a hundred-thousand-year soul rings, it's not impossible. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's Spirits are stronger than your Blue Silver Grass now, but they only have one Spirit after all. When you finish cultivating your second Spirit, with the added strength of nine ten-thousand-year soul rings, do you think they will still be your opponents?"
These words exploded in Tang San's ears like thunder.
His body suddenly shook, his eyes instantly brightened, the gloomy look on his face disappeared, and his whole body seemed to have rekindled his fighting spirit.
"Yes!"
Tang San muttered to himself, his fists unconsciously clenched, his eyes gleaming with light, and said:
"Teacher, you're right. The Blue Silver Grass may look weak now, but once it reaches its limit in the future, what will happen if I switch to cultivating my second Spirit?"
"Eighteen soul rings, eighteen soul skills!"
"By then, let alone Mubai, Fatty, and the others, even the other Titled Douluo on this continent, what would they count for?"
Seeing that Tang San's complexion suddenly looked much better, Yu Xiaogang breathed a sigh of relief. He then raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder, his tone softened with a hint of expectation.
"Xiao San, everyone has a barrier in their heart, it will be fine once it is broken."
"It's just like when I was young."
"At that time, my soul power remained at level 29. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break through the bottleneck. During that time, I was also depressed and even doubted myself."
"But I didn't give up! I changed my path and started studying the Spirit Master's Spirit theory."
"The facts have proven that my choice was right. Even if it is difficult for me to break through, haven't I successfully trained you? And the other six Shrek monsters are young Spirit Masters with outstanding talents."
"Looking back now, I didn't fail. I just demonstrated the value of my life in another way. Xiao San, you are my pride."
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