Chapter 27: Tang San's World
At this moment, having failed to find any purple pole grass once again, Tang San, who had just come out of the Spirit Hunting Forest, noticed that the flow of people today was unusually strange.
It didn't take much effort to observe; one could see it just by looking.
Almost everyone was gathering the Blue Silver Grass that could be found everywhere along the roadside.
Even the mercenary hunting groups were no longer interested in Soul Beasts, focusing instead on collecting Blue Silver Grass.
It was very strange.
As Tang San walked along the road where vendors gathered, the Blue Silver Grass that Mo Bai kept couldn't help but flash through his mind; it wasn't just Mo Bai, everyone else was doing this too...
Could it be that Blue Silver Grass possessed some secret he didn't know about?
That was impossible!
But when in doubt, it was best to just ask someone.
Tang San turned to look at an old vendor sitting to the side with his eyes closed, smoking, and asked curiously:
"Excuse me, may I ask why everyone is collecting Blue Silver Grass?"
However, the old vendor was busy working hard to Cultivate the Soft Bone Rabbit Visualization Method and ignored the outsider's interruption until he felt a slight weight in his palm.
Only then did he sneakily open his eyes, glance at the silver coin in his palm, and then lift his eyes to see the person who had asked the question.
Upon seeing that it was Tang San, his expression changed instantly as he broke into a smile; this was someone the Master had specifically instructed them not to neglect in the slightest.
"It's been very popular lately; there's a rumor spreading from outside that says if you offer Blue Silver Grass on the night of the full moon and consume the juice of the Blue Silver Grass yourself or feed it to someone else at midnight, it can increase your Soul Power!
Even we ordinary people can use it! If you're lucky, you might even see the Goddess of the Moon, so that's why everyone is doing it. Anyway, Blue Silver Grass is everywhere, and there's no harm in saying a little prayer."
What kind of rumor was this!
Tang San immediately concluded in his heart that this kind of rumor was just as unbelievable as the old claims that drinking soup made from boiled Soul Beast bones could increase one's Innate Soul Power.
Since it was just a rumor, there was nothing novel or noteworthy about it.
Tang San dismissed his wandering thoughts and replied with a smile, "Sorry to bother you, thank you."
The old vendor put on a smile, "You're welcome, Tang San."
Tang San didn't feel anything was amiss; he came to the Spirit Hunting Forest often, so many people knew him, and he continued on his way.
Tang San didn't return to Notting Academy; instead, he went to the blacksmith shop where he usually worked. He wasn't there to make money now, but mainly to forge Hidden Weapons.
He had plenty of money on him, mostly from the occasional tips from Mo Bai, and he couldn't spend it all.
But to Tang San's surprise, the blacksmith shop, which was open 365 days a year, was actually closed today?!
Tang San looked up at the shop; there was no notice posted, leaving him feeling confused.
Well, he would just have to ask someone else.
He casually asked a passerby nearby, "Excuse me, do you know what happened to this blacksmith shop? It was open just fine yesterday."
The passerby was in a hurry to get home to look for Blue Silver Grass as per the Master's arrangements. He had been a bit impatient at being interrupted, but when he saw it was Tang San, he immediately put on a smile, "Don't you know? It's rumored that on the night of the full moon, if you smear the juice of the Blue Silver Grass on your Martial Soul and pray, the Goddess of the Moon will appear to help you upgrade your Martial Soul and increase your Soul Power!"
Another even more ridiculous rumor.
Tang San thought to himself that if that were really the case, then the blacksmith shop closing seemed understandable.
Soul Power was something countless people wanted but didn't have, so they would try even if there was the slightest glimmer of hope.
Besides, not everyone had the Mysterious Heaven Skill to Cultivate like he did.
A faint trace of amusement flashed through Tang San's mind, followed by a long sigh; it seemed his blacksmithing plans for today would have to be shelved for now.
"Thank you, sorry to bother you."
"You're welcome, Tang San."
The passerby replied with a smile and hurried away.
Tang San couldn't help but frown; he felt a vague sense that something was wrong, but when he looked up at the sky, his thoughts drifted away.
So today is the night of the full moon? It's time to go back to the academy.
Before long.
Tang San had just returned to the academy when he happened to run into Mo Bai, who was leaving while carrying a potted Blue Silver Grass.
"Brother Mo Bai, are you also... did you hear something?" Tang San looked at Mo Bai and the Blue Silver Grass in his hands with a strange expression.
He had originally wanted to say "rumor," but since it was Mo Bai in front of him, it didn't feel right to use such negative words.
Mo Bai deliberately looked at Tang San with a strange expression: "Oh, it's Little San. Don't you know? The rumored Goddess of the Moon..."
"I know about that."
Tang San helplessly interrupted Mo Bai; he had already heard too many such rumors along the way.
"Then shouldn't you prepare, Little San? What if it's actually effective?" Mo Bai had just spoken when he suddenly realized, "Oh, right, Little San, your Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, so it seems you don't need to prepare much."
"What if"—it was precisely because of that phrase that such baseless and meaningless things happened.
Tang San looked at Mo Bai with a hint of pity; it seemed normal to be curious about magical objects and legends at this age.
Even a young master from a Family was no exception.
But rather than doing those things, it was better to Cultivate, as that was more practical.
"Hmm, Brother Mo Bai is right, I feel like I could give it a try too." Tang San replied with a somewhat "innocent" expression.
It didn't matter if it was true or not, but it wouldn't be good to argue with Brother Mo Bai about it, and besides, playing along didn't take much effort.
Mo Bai smiled, then glanced at the darkening sky, "That's good. Little San, you go do what you need to do; I have things to attend to."
He said his goodbyes.
Mo Bai didn't delay and walked away quickly.
Tang San was not one of the beings he had prepared for, so he didn't need to spend too much effort, and the minor rumors he had spread were clearly not enough to make Tang San believe.
After all, the more one knew, the more rational they were, and the harder they were to deceive! Of course, the potential for development was also higher, and planting an impression now was enough.
Goddess of the Moon—a temporary title for everyone to imagine and confirm his identity; for now, it suited the Blue Silver Emperor quite well.
It also helped to realize some things regarding "Gods"...
Tang San watched Mo Bai's retreating figure and sighed, shaking his head. It was better to verify theoretical knowledge with Soul Power cultivation; otherwise, one would easily be deceived by rumors, just like Brother Mo Bai.
Although it was only for a day and wouldn't have much of an impact on his Cultivation, it showed that what he had learned from his teacher was useful.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Tang San's mouth as he set his sights on the direction of his teacher's room and walked slowly toward it.
He believed that his teacher, like him, would not believe such rumors.
Meanwhile, in his room, Yu Xiaogang held a piece of Blue Silver Grass, frowning in thought; he certainly knew about the matter that was causing such a stir in the city.
And his Soul Power had been stuck at level 29 for a very, very long time...
If it were possible, he would like to try it too; it wouldn't take much effort anyway.
Even though his reason told him it was fake, the Blue Silver Grass had already brought him such a good Disciple as Tang San, but... what if?
Yu Xiaogang's gaze fell upon the Blue Silver Grass.
But suddenly.
A knock-knock-knock sound came from outside the door.
Yu Xiaogang paused, hurriedly stuffed the Blue Silver Grass back into the drawer, put on a smile, and said toward the door:
"Come in. Little San, I've told you, there's no need to be so polite."
"Yes, teacher."
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