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Chapter 33 Sophistry? Not just ordinary Blue Silver Grass?
Chapter 33 Sophistry? Not just ordinary Blue Silver Grass?
Discussions rose and fell.
The work-study students standing around all looked shocked. Although they were of average talent, they knew that the level of a spirit ring was closely related to the strength of the spirit master.
But now, they have witnessed Tang Chuan, who has a ten-year spirit ring, defeat Tang San, who has a hundred-year spirit ring, in a head-on battle. For Grandmaster, this is nothing short of a resounding slap in the face.
Seeing the surrounding people discussing, the master's face was so dark it seemed like water could drip from it. The next second, he angrily walked towards Tang Chuan, and even his aura became sharp.
Looking at the master walking towards him, Tang Chuan showed no fear. He even raised his head and gave him a half-smile, his eyes full of sarcasm.
"teacher…"
Seeing that his teacher's expression was a bit off, Tang San quickly spoke up to ease the tension.
But the master seemed not to hear him, walked straight up to Tang Chuan, and angrily questioned him:
"The clone soul skill you just used? What kind of soul beast was it? And shouldn't a soul skill only have one effect? How come you could use Entanglement immediately after releasing the clone? Why is your Blue Silver Grass stronger than Xiao San's? Aren't you a ten-year soul ring?"
He spoke with increasing agitation, his voice growing sharper and sharper.
It was as if they were trying to forcibly strip Tang Chuan of his victory with words.
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan lightly brushed the dust off his clothes and said in a rather indifferent tone:
"Master, why are you so agitated?"
"Didn't you say that the growth path of a Soul Master should be tailored to their individual needs and different for each person? How come now that Tang San has lost, you're acting as if I've overturned your Soul Master theory?"
"I told you long ago that your approach to cultivating Blue Silver Grass is wrong."
These words immediately struck at the master's weak point.
"What did you say?"
Upon hearing this, the master's eyes widened instantly, and his anger almost burst forth from his eye sockets.
"I said—" Tang Chuan said, enunciating each word clearly, "Your theory about the cultivation path of Blue Silver Grass is wrong. Blue Silver Grass shouldn't follow the control system at all. Its essence is a plant with extremely strong vitality. Following the control system would be a complete waste of its talent."
"You're talking nonsense!!!"
The master finally flew into a rage, roaring so loudly that the surrounding students quickly took a few steps back.
The next second, he suddenly stepped forward, his face ashen, and pointed at Tang Chuan, shouting:
"My martial soul theory is the culmination of over twenty years of research, extensive reading of classic texts, and a summary of the growth trajectories of countless soul masters. What right do you, a mere child, have to question me?! What qualifications do you, a soul master with only ten soul rings, have to say I'm wrong?!"
Tang Chuan was not intimidated by the anger; instead, he smiled slightly and said:
"Since your theory is so correct, then tell me, why did I win today?"
Upon hearing this, the master's expression turned extremely ugly. His lips twitched, and he gritted his teeth, squeezing out, "You were able to win this time... only because the spirit ring you absorbed happened to suit your current state, plus you used a clone to disrupt their vision and throw off Xiao San's rhythm. Simply put, you won by luck using some underhanded methods; it has nothing to do with the direction of your Blue Silver Grass cultivation!"
He spoke with absolute certainty, as if he were defending himself.
It also seemed like they were trying to save face for Tang San.
Immediately afterward, a glint of wisdom flashed in the master's eyes, as if he had grasped some logical fulcrum, and his tone became even sharper as he continued:
"You were able to win today largely because Xiao San underestimated you. If he had used Entanglement the moment he launched his attack, you wouldn't have been able to release your clone at all."
At this point, the master paused, then turned his gaze to Tang San.
"Plus your first soul skill, it's just too bizarre."
"I've studied soul beasts and soul rings for many years, and have reviewed data on thousands of soul beasts, but I've never seen a soul beast ability similar to your first soul skill. A ten-year soul ring can actually possess such a level of clone ability? This isn't a problem with my theory; it's because you were lucky enough to absorb an extremely rare, even mutated, soul beast soul ring!"
The master spoke with absolute certainty, as if this were the most reasonable explanation.
"You were just lucky to get such a rare spirit ring. Even if you had another chance, you might not be able to find the same spirit beast. You won not because your Blue Silver Grass cultivation method was correct, but because you won by chance due to the randomness created by the rare spirit beast."
"A Soul Master's growth and cultivation must never rely on chance!"
"The Blue Silver Grass's control-oriented approach is the result of my long-term experimental verification."
"Your so-called path of life skills is nothing but the blind men and the elephant. Once you reach a higher level, such as the third or fourth ring, you'll find that the synergy between your soul skills lacks logic and system. At that point, you'll be completely crushed by the third ring!"
Upon hearing the master's words, Tang Chuan couldn't help but roll his eyes and sneer, "Master, you're too good at sophistry, aren't you? You can even make black seem white."
"That's truly impressive!"
As he spoke, he actually gave the master a thumbs up!
"You might as well stop calling yourself the Master of Martial Soul Theory and start calling yourself the Master of Sophistry."
Upon hearing this, the group of part-time students around them exchanged bewildered glances. The air grew heavy with silence.
No one expected that Tang Chuan would dare to mock the master in public.
However, Tang Chuan didn't care about other people's opinions at all, and said to himself, "Master, since you think I was able to win today because of good luck, then I was just lucky."
"We'll see, and see who gets slapped in the face later."
After saying this, Tang Chuan did not linger with the master any longer. He turned around and strode away gracefully. In his opinion, what difference was there between the master's words and that of an idiot?
Why did he insist on explaining so much? It's simply because he can't accept that he's wrong.
Don't want to admit you're wrong?
There's absolutely no need to waste your breath on someone like that.
As Tang Chuan passed by Tang San, he paused slightly, turned around, gave his younger brother a meaningful look, and then gently patted his shoulder, his voice low but exceptionally clear:
"Little San, your Blue Silver Grass only has one spirit ring attached. If you turn back now, it should still be in time."
"As the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father. I have done what I should do and given all the advice I could."
"As for your final choice, that's your own business."
Upon hearing this, Tang San was taken aback, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He looked up at his brother's profile, only to find that Tang Chuan had not said another word.
"well"
With a sigh, Tang Chuan left the back mountain without looking back.
His back was resolute and upright, like a lone pine tree standing against the wind.
A few minutes later, Tang Chuan's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, finally vanishing completely from the forest path leading to the dormitory. An eerie silence fell over the open space behind the mountain.
Suddenly, the master turned around abruptly, his face ashen, and rushed to Tang San, grabbing his shoulders tightly with both hands, saying with slight agitation:
"You mistress! What on earth were you doing just now?"
"You have a hundred-year-old spirit ring, while he's only a ten-year-old spirit ring master. How could you lose?!"
"Did you know that the biggest taboo for a Soul Master's cultivation is being soft-hearted!"
"Even if he's your brother, you can't go easy on him!"
Tang San was so dizzy from being shaken by the master that he was speechless.
On the one hand, he couldn't explain why he lost; on the other hand, a deep sense of unease arose in his heart.
Is Blue Silver Grass really limited to the control route the master suggested?
If the master is really right, then why did I lose just now?
With a dazed look in the direction his brother had left, Tang San was still replaying the terrifying explosive power of Tang Chuan's punch and his strange clone soul skill...
"Teacher, I... I didn't let him win." After a moment of hesitation, Tang San said in a low voice, his tone filled with unprecedented uncertainty:
"My brother's strength, speed, and physical resilience are all terrifying!"
"And his soul power. I feel... his soul power is not at the level of around level ten at all. In fact, if he said he was already level thirty, I would believe him."
In Tang San's mind, if he hadn't used the Xuan Yu Hand to block and defend, he would never have been able to withstand those punches from Tang Chuan.
Upon hearing this, the master was startled, and his expression darkened slightly.
"What did you say?!" he asked instinctively, a look of shock flashing in his eyes. "You said his soul power is as strong as a level 30 Soul Master?"
"This...how is this possible?"
"It's impossible for a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master with only level one innate soul power to cultivate this fast. Even if he had full innate soul power and cultivated from the womb, it would still be impossible."
Upon hearing this, Tang San pondered for a moment and then nodded, saying, "I also think it's impossible, but teacher, I have another question. I feel... my brother's Blue Silver Grass is much more resilient than mine."
"Didn't you say that after absorbing the Mandragora Serpent's spirit ring, my Blue Silver Grass's resilience would be significantly improved, and its binding ability would become stronger?" Tang San's brows furrowed more and more tightly, clearly indicating that today's competition had a considerable impact on him.
Upon hearing this, the master's eyes flashed slightly, and his expression became solemn. For a moment, he didn't know how to explain. After a moment of silence, he recalled what Tang Hao had said to him not long ago.
Both Tang San and Tang Chuan's Blue Silver Grass martial souls are not ordinary Blue Silver Grass.
After a moment, as if he had already prepared his explanation, he slowly said, "I know what happened. Originally, I wasn't planning to tell you."
"But now it seems I have to tell you."
The master paused, a flicker of recollection and apprehension crossing his eyes, and said:
"Not long ago, your father came to see me. When he left, he left me with a message. He said that the Blue Silver Grass you and your brother have is not ordinary Blue Silver Grass."
"As for what that sentence actually means, I have no idea either!"
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