Chapter 161: 179. Must Leave My Mark on Tang San
Tang San's identity was very sensitive, but he was absolutely his precious golden lump. As long as he cultivated Tang San's blue silver grass martial soul to the point where it could absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring, then switched to cultivating the Haotian Hammer, he could nurture a top genius with all soul rings above ten thousand years, a peerless powerhouse surpassing Bibi Dong.
At that time, with Tang San stirring things up across the entire Douluo Continent, the world wouldn't be able to forget his, Yu Xiaogang's, prestige even if they wanted to. Who would still dare say he was a waste?
However, while Yu Xiaogang was beautifully calculating everything, the first step of his plan ran into a problem.
Yu Xiaogang formulated a cultivation plan for Tang San's first martial soul, blue silver grass. In Gang Zi's eyes, the blue silver grass martial soul was a waste martial soul; it could only serve as a stepping stone. By the time it reached the fifth or sixth ring, it would basically be at its limit, and he could switch to specializing in the Haotian Hammer.
But this also meant Tang San needed to use a waste martial soul to get through the early vulnerable period, so he should fully squeeze out the potential of the blue silver grass and maximize it.
Therefore, in Yu Xiaogang's plan, blue silver grass should first absorb a snake-type martial soul, preferably one with highly toxic attributes. The snake's body would provide it with tough properties, while the toxin could give blue silver grass an offensive means.
However—Tang San rejected his suggestion.
Tang San knew his martial soul was blue silver grass with Blue Silver Emperor bloodline. The martial soul was suited for the life support system and control system. For Tang San, rather than becoming a vase that assisted others, he preferred to be a controller who dominated the overall situation. So in taking the control path, he and Yu Xiaogang were in agreement.
But for the first soul ring choice, Tang San hoped more to absorb a soul ring from a plant-type soul beast.
Something like the top-tier plant soul beast Thunderclap Yan Prison Vine was something Tang San didn't dare think about now, but his first soul ring had to at least be something like the Azure Sky Vine. What garbage was the Man-Daced Snake?
But when Tang San proposed his idea, Yu Xiaogang reacted as if his reverse scale had been touched. His face red, neck stiff, he said:
"No, plant-type soul beasts can't bring out your blue silver grass potential. You must listen to your master."
"Why do soul masters with plant-type martial souls all absorb plant-type soul beasts, but you insist on making me absorb an animal-type soul beast?" Tang San retorted.
"For your master's sake, only by absorbing an animal-type soul beast can your blue silver grass martial soul display powerful combat strength. You must listen to your master." Yu Xiaogang put on the airs of a master.
What the hell, you've got some nerve, Yu Xiaogang. If not for your role as my protective umbrella, would I even take you as master? You, of all people, arranging my soul rings? Tang San thought disgustedly. He also stiffened his neck and said:
"I'll decide my first soul ring myself. I want a plant-type soul beast."
"No, you must listen to your master. You have to absorb an animal-type soul beast."
"If you insist on forcing an animal-type soul beast on me, then sorry, Tang San won't recognize you as his teacher anymore. Anyway, you haven't taught me anything yet." Tang San threatened.
"Little three, you..." Tang San threatened him with what he cared about most, leaving Yu Xiaogang truly helpless.
The master and disciple parted on bad terms that night. Yu Xiaogang sat alone, fuming.
In the middle of the night, Yu Xiaogang's study door opened, and a figure in a black robe walked in.
Yu Xiaogang looked up and saw the person: "You are..."
"Tang Hao, Haotian Douluo." (Because of what Tang Hao had done to the Haotian Sect, he really had no face to use the title Haotian, so...)
"It's you." Yu Xiaogang said with adoring eyes.
But he was met with a slap across the face. Yu Xiaogang was sent flying, his slender body writhing in pain on the ground. Tang Hao looked down at him like he was a maggot and said coldly: "What soul ring my son decides to absorb is his business. What qualification does a level 29 waste like you have to decide for him? Follow his wishes; whatever soul ring he wants to absorb, he absorbs. Understand?"
"Got it, got it, Your Excellency Haotian." Yu Xiaogang said, covering his face.
Tang Hao and Tang San's attitudes toward Yu Xiaogang were the same: Yu Xiaogang's greatest value was as a protective umbrella. Establishing the master-disciple relationship was just to make good use of this umbrella, so their relationship was best kept as a nominal one without substance. In the future, once Bibi Dong died and Spirit Hall was destroyed, they could directly kick this waste away.
He didn't want his son to get too entangled with this waste Yu Xiaogang, lest something disgusting like the previous life's "I nurtured a god" happen.
Tang Hao casually tossed a Pope's Decree to Yu Xiaogang and then turned and left.
Yu Xiaogang picked up the Pope's Decree, watching Tang Hao's departing figure, his eyes flickering uncertainly. Tang Hao's words "a level 29 waste" deeply pierced Yu Xiaogang's fragile heart, reminding him of his painful first half of life.
A drowning person will grasp at any straw for salvation. Yu Xiaogang was a frustrated person; he would use every trick he had to seize every opportunity to turn his life around, wash away the waste name, and return to the Brahmin world.
Tang San was his opportunity, and he had successfully fooled Tang San into becoming his disciple.
But the sensitive Yu Xiaogang sensed Tang San's distant attitude toward him. Why did he insist that Tang San absorb an animal soul beast soul ring according to his requirements?
Because this concerned his dignity and status as a master. If little three grew up without any trace of himself in it, then when he achieved success and fame in the future, Yu Xiaogang would just be a nominal master to Tang San. The world would even mock him for riding Tang San's coattails to rise, still a waste.
How could that be? So Yu Xiaogang must leave his mark on Tang San. With that mark, he, Yu Xiaogang, could breathe a sigh of relief and in the future have the qualification to tell everyone that Tang San was someone he cultivated.
And Tang San's behavior was making Yu Xiaogang increasingly uneasy. He must have heard some voices in the school defaming his reputation, leading to a lack of respect for him as teacher. Tonight, he even disregarded master-disciple hierarchy and threatened him. How could that be?
He must find a way to make Tang San absorb a highly toxic snake-type soul beast soul ring, thereby leaving a mark belonging to him, Yu Xiaogang. He must—
Tang San's distance and Tang Hao's humiliation made this notion even more of an obsession in Yu Xiaogang's heart on this matter.
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