How could such an incredible meditation method exist in this world?
Was this really the same "useless" martial soul, Blue Silver Grass?
Across both the Dark World and the White World, countless soul masters were stunned, unable to believe their eyes.
Among them, spirit masters who shared the Blue Silver Grass martial soul were moved to tears, shouting at the top of their lungs.
"The Road to Heaven!"
"Lord Tang Chuan, you've opened a golden path for every Blue Silver Grass soul master alive!"
"So we were never born useless! We just never found the right method — and now we know we can become strong too!"
In the Dark World, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the mood was much the same.
"This Tang Chuan is a genius! To think he actually created a meditation method this powerful!"
"He's only a level 10 Soul Warrior right now, and he can already resonate with every strand of Blue Silver Grass on that mountain."
"As his cultivation deepens, the range of that resonance will only keep growing."
"Imagine it — resonating with every blade of Blue Silver Grass across the continent, or even just within a single city. The boost to his cultivation speed would be beyond imagination!"
"Tang Chuan, from the White World, is on a completely different level from our Tang San."
Ning Fengzhi sighed, unable to hide his admiration.
"Exactly. Tang Chuan built this Blue Silver Grass Meditation Method entirely on his own."
"Meanwhile, Tang San just borrowed the Tang Sect's secret techniques — picking up scraps that weren't even his to begin with."
Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, made no effort to hide his disdain.
Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy —
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The moment Yu Xiaogang saw, in the comparison footage, that Tang Chuan had actually invented a Blue Silver Grass meditation method this powerful, his eyes went bloodshot. He gasped for air, fists clenching, and let out a furious roar.
"How could a useless martial soul like Blue Silver Grass ever produce something like this?!"
"A useless martial soul is a useless martial soul — it has its limits! That's not opinion, that's a law I derived from a lifetime of studying martial soul theory!"
"That so-called Blue Silver Grass Meditation Method is nothing but Tang Chuan's boasting. It can't be real!"
People always said there were no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. But no one clung harder to the opposite belief than Yu Xiaogang — that the quality of a martial soul decided a soul master's entire future.
It was the only explanation for why he'd spent years at Notting Academy without ever taking on a single disciple.
Not until Tang San came along, with his innate full soul power and twin martial souls.
And really, only by believing that theory could Yu Xiaogang excuse his own failures and pin all the blame on Luo Sanpao, his martial soul.
It's because my martial soul, Luo Sanpao, is useless that I've never broken through to Soul Master.
It's Luo Sanpao's fault. It has nothing to do with me, Yu Xiaogang, as a master.
And now, right there in the footage, Tang Chuan had built an entire meditation method out of his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.
It was a slap across Yu Xiaogang's face, plain and simple.
Naturally, he refused to accept it.
Watching him deny reality so stubbornly, Ning Rongrong could only look on with contempt.
Tang Chuan is destined to become a god. That alone proves the Blue Silver Grass Meditation Method works.
You always claimed Tang San's rise to godhood was all thanks to your teaching and planning. But it turns out Tang San stole the Tang Clan of Sichuan's supreme martial art, the Xuan Tian Absolute Records, in his past life. Between top-tier meditation techniques like the Xuan Tian Skill and the Tang Sect's own unique arts, of course he could become a god one day.
What did you have to do with any of it?
Pathetic.
The simulation pressed on.
After successfully creating his own Blue Silver Grass Meditation Method, Tang Chuan rose, left the back mountain, and returned to Dormitory Seven.
The next morning, after cleaning the training grounds alongside Xiao Wu, he headed to the cafeteria for breakfast with her, Wang Sheng, and the rest of the work-study students.
But partway through the meal, Yu Xiaogang appeared, Dean Fenos in tow, and made his way straight to Tang Chuan.
"Tang Chuan. You possess innate full soul power — a genius by any measure. But your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and that makes it nearly impossible for most teachers to map out the right cultivation path for you."
"I've spent my whole life studying martial soul theory. I'm the only one who can train you properly. This is our dean — if you won't take my word for it, surely you'll take his."
"Tang Chuan, I value talent. I don't want to watch a genius like you wither away for lack of proper guidance. Think it over, seriously."
Yu Xiaogang's normally stiff features had softened into something almost pleading as he spoke.
Beside him, Dean Fenos offered a gentler nod of support. "Tang Chuan, Xiao Gang truly is a gifted soul master. His combat strength may not be much to speak of, but no one on the continent understands martial soul theory better than he does. I hope you'll give this real thought."
Tang Chuan simply shook his head, calm and unshaken.
"I'm sorry — Master, Dean, I appreciate your concern. Truly."
"But I'd still rather cultivate on my own path. No one knows my martial soul better than I do. I'll study hard, learn everything I can about martial souls, and find the right road for Blue Silver Grass myself."
Yu Xiaogang's expression tightened, anxiety flickering behind his eyes — but there was nothing he could do to force the boy's hand.
As for Fenos, all he could really offer was a good word on Yu Xiaogang's behalf. Nothing more.
So the two of them had no choice but to turn and walk away.
Watching Tang Chuan turn Yu Xiaogang down a second time, viewers across both worlds felt an odd sense of relief wash over them.
This Tang Chuan really is sharper than Tang San — he didn't fall for it.
If Yu Xiaogang had dragged him off to the Star Dou Forest, he'd probably have ended up as Mandala Serpent food, or walked away with nothing but a ten-year Lone Bamboo soul ring.
Ha — ten-year Lone Bamboo? Knowing Yu Xiaogang, he's probably older than that bamboo.
After Fenos and Yu Xiaogang left, Wang Sheng launched into a full rant about Yu Xiaogang, insisting Tang Chuan had made exactly the right call in refusing to become his disciple.
Tang Chuan just let him talk, calm as ever.
In the days that followed, Tang Chuan spent his afternoons buried in Notting Academy's library, working through everything he could find on martial souls and soul beasts — especially plant-type ones.
As he saw it, the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, as a plant-based soul, ranked among the weakest in raw power. But it had one trait no other soul could match: tenacity. Like wildfire that could never truly be put out, it always came back to life with the spring wind.
That's exactly why Blue Silver Grass has spread across the entire continent — it's the most numerous soul beast species there is.
Shouldn't a martial soul be cultivated along the lines of its greatest strength?
So Tang Chuan settled on his plan: push the Blue Silver Grass martial soul as far as possible along the path of vitality. Hunt down the strongest plant-type soul beasts, the ones with the most ferocious life force, and absorb their soul rings.
He was convinced this was the true path for Blue Silver Grass.
After several months at Notting Academy, Tang Chuan had all but exhausted the library's shelves.
Which meant it was time — time to hunt his first soul ring and break through to the next stage as a soul master.
But the Star Dou Great Forest, where he intended to hunt, was well outside the range the Academy's teachers could help him with. He'd need to hire capable soul masters himself — and for that, he needed money.
The question was how to get it.
Tang Chuan turned the problem over in his mind for a long while.
As someone who'd lived a past life — and a studious one, at that — he carried knowledge that could turn a profit: refining raw sugar into white sugar, turning coarse salt into refined salt, making soap, and more.
But knowledge like that came with a catch. The moment he actually produced anything valuable, it would draw the attention of greedy nobles and powerful soul masters — the kind who wouldn't hesitate to take it from him by force.
Still, he decided to put that knowledge to work regardless.
The trouble was, he was still just a boy. He'd need help.
So, after weighing his options, Tang Chuan slipped away from Notting Academy one afternoon and made his way to the Martial Soul Branch Hall in Notting City.
At the entrance, he greeted the gatekeepers politely. "Uncles, I'm here to see Master Su Yuntao. I'm one of the children he helped awaken their martial soul this year — here's my certificate. May I go in?"
(End of Chapter)
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