socalfunplaces Chapter 20: The Martial Soul is Useless?!
Chapter 20: The Martial Soul is Useless?!
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The girl was dressed in a black leather outfit that perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure, yet it did not diminish her cool and aloof demeanor in the slightest.
She had long black hair and a beautiful face, but her eyes were cold as ice, as if she didn't care about anything around her.
Only when he occasionally glanced at Dai Mubai would a complex emotion flicker across his face.
This woman is none other than Zhu Zhuqing.
Twelve years old, a level 27 agility-attack type battle spirit master, with the martial spirit Netherworld Cat.
The last one was a beautiful and ethereal girl, like an elf.
She is Ning Rongrong, twelve years old, a level 26 support-type weapon spirit master, whose martial spirit is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
The seven people had different expressions.
Dai Mubai crossed his arms, looking indifferent, clearly not taking today's lesson seriously.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun, on the other hand, were somewhat uneasy.
Tang San remained calm, but his gaze held a hint of scrutiny.
Xiao Wu looked on with curiosity. Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless. Ning Rongrong frowned slightly, seemingly unaccustomed to having classes in such a simple place.
at this time,
A white figure walked in unhurriedly from the entrance of the venue.
Sunlight shone on him, making his white clothes seem to be edged with a faint gold.
He had a young and handsome face, a calm and composed expression, and a leisurely gait, as if he were not walking towards a group of unruly and talented teenagers, but rather taking a stroll in his own backyard.
It lacked powerful soul force pressure, imposing aura, and even a strong sense of presence.
But as he entered the arena, his gaze swept indifferently over the seven people.
Whether it was the curious Xiao Wu, the aloof Zhu Zhuqing, the proud Ning Rongrong, or even the composed Tang San and the carefree Dai Mubai, they all couldn't help but feel a slight chill in their hearts.
That gaze wasn't sharp, yet it seemed to pierce through the skin and look straight into the depths of the soul.
Calm, yet possessing an indescribable, all-knowing depth.
"Is everyone here?"
Cao Kun stopped three meters in front of the seven people, his voice calm: "I am Cao Kun, a disciple of Master Zhao Wuji. According to the order of enrollment, I am your senior brother."
"For the next few days, I will temporarily take over the responsibility of guiding your daily cultivation, on behalf of Teacher Zhao and the Dean."
His self-introduction was simple and direct, without any airs.
Dai Mubai raised an eyebrow and spoke first, his tone somewhat playful: "Senior Brother? May I ask how old you are this year? What is your soul power level? Are you qualified to guide us?"
He considered himself to be the one with the highest soul power among them, and also a prince of the Star Luo Empire. He was arrogant and naturally felt somewhat resentful when he saw that Cao Kun was so young.
Although he had been a member of the academy longer than Tang San and the others, this was still the first time he had met Cao Kun.
Tang San frowned almost imperceptibly, feeling that Dai Mubai was being somewhat rash, but he remained silent and simply watched.
Xiao Wu muttered, "He doesn't look that much older than the mistress..."
A hint of doubt flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes.
Cao Kun ignored Dai Mubai's provocation and didn't even look at him. Instead, his gaze fell on Tang San, who was standing at the front of the new students.
"Your name is Tang San?" Cao Kun asked.
"Yes." Tang San bowed, his manners impeccable, neither humble nor arrogant.
Cao Kun nodded, then looked at Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong beside him, and Dai Mubai behind him, before slowly speaking:
"Today's lesson is very simple. I will point out one by one the most obvious and fatal shortcomings and mistakes in your current practice."
His voice remained calm, but the content of his words startled all seven of them.
insufficient?
mistake?
Or the most lethal kind?
Are you kidding me?
Which one of them wasn't a chosen one of heaven?
A standout among their peers?
Even if there are shortcomings, it's not up to someone who doesn't look much older than them to point fingers, is it?
Dai Mubai scoffed, about to retort.
Cao Kun, however, fixed his gaze on Tang San once again and uttered a sentence that caused everyone, especially Tang San, to have their pupils shrink and their minds shake:
"Let's start with you, Tang San."
"I observe that your soul power is solid, your foundation is decent, and your combat skills are also unique. But..."
Cao Kun shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a faint, almost regretful undertone:
"Your martial spirit development went astray from the very beginning."
"Simply put, you've ruined your Blue Silver Grass martial soul."
Is it ruined?!
These three words were like three heavy hammer blows, slamming hard into Tang San's heart!
His expression changed instantly.
For the first time, his usually calm eyes revealed undisguised astonishment, disbelief, and a hint of anger as if his sore spot had been touched!
Although his Blue Silver Grass martial soul was of ordinary quality, it had already surpassed the scope of ordinary Blue Silver Grass under the nurturing of his Mysterious Heaven Skill, the combination of Tang Sect hidden weapon techniques, and the unique cultivation philosophy taught by his teacher Yu Xiaogang.
He developed various control skills such as entanglement, parasitism, and spider web binding, which are his core reliance for survival and challenging opponents of higher levels!
Now, someone is actually saying that he ruined his most core martial soul...?!
This is an absolute insult to his two lifetimes of cultivation and his wisdom!
Not only Tang San, but Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, and the others were also stunned.
They had all witnessed Tang San's performance in Zhao Wuji's test; his unpredictable and tenacious control over the Blue Silver Grass had left a deep impression on them.
How could such a powerful control-type Soul Master be using their Martial Soul incorrectly?
Is it "used to death"?
"Senior Brother, what...do you mean by that?"
Tang San took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in his heart. His voice remained calm, but his eyes sharpened considerably as he stared intently at Cao Kun.
Cao Kun seemed oblivious to the doubt and subtle hostility in his eyes, and continued speaking as if stating an objective fact:
"Blue Silver Grass is a tenacious plant that grows all over the continent. Its core attributes are 'life' and 'tenacity,' as well as the innate potential of 'perception' and 'communication with nature' as a plant-type martial soul."
"But you, on the other hand, are only pursuing its superficial abilities of 'control' and 'binding', forcibly using soul power to generate, harden, and mimic it, imitating spider webs and vines. This may seem to enhance its practical effectiveness, but in reality, it is putting the cart before the horse and stifling its true evolutionary potential."
"You forcibly transformed a seed with unlimited life potential, the ability to communicate with natural energy, and even the potential to evolve into a higher-level plant-type martial soul (such as the Blue Silver Emperor) into a rigid, purely 'control tool'."
"This is not cultivation, it is... suppression."
With each word Cao Kun spoke, Tang San's face grew paler.
When Cao Kun casually uttered the words "Blue Silver Emperor," Tang San's breath hitched, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand!
Blue Silver Emperor?!
Tang San was stunned.
According to his teacher, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, his Blue Silver Grass martial soul was likely inherited from his mother.
He possesses twin martial souls; this is his deepest secret!
What this "senior brother" just said... is completely different from what his teacher said.
Tang San shook his head.
He guessed that Cao Kun might have just said it casually.
Or it could be a hypothetical explanation based on the characteristics of Blue Silver Grass.
But Cao Kun's next words stunned him once again.
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