Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, grants me the power to bring the dead back to

Chapter 34 Fantasy Floor Tiles: Begin Creating Your Own Soul Skills!

Chapter 34 Fantasy Floor Tiles: Begin Creating Your Own Soul Skills!

Upon hearing that his father had been there, Tang San's eyes narrowed instantly, and his previously composed expression turned agitated. He hurriedly asked:

"Dad came by? Where is he now? Is he still in Nottingham?"

The master looked at Tang San, his expression paused slightly, and then he gently shook his head:

"I have no idea."

"Your father came suddenly and left very quickly."

"He came to me to ask me to take good care of you. Apart from saying that your Blue Silver Grass is not ordinary Blue Silver Grass, he didn't say anything else."

Upon hearing this, Tang San's mood sombered slightly. He moved his lips, but ultimately did not ask any further questions.

After pondering for a moment, Tang San looked up at the master and asked:

"Teacher, you just said... that my brother's and my Blue Silver Grass aren't ordinary Blue Silver Grass. Could that be the reason why my brother's Blue Silver Grass is more resilient than mine?"

Upon hearing this, the master frowned, his expression becoming more serious, and he forced an explanation:

"This is just my guess."

"Although your martial soul and your brother's martial soul both have the appearance of Blue Silver Grass, their forms are clearly different after soul power is injected."

"You are blue-purple, he is blue-gold."

"Perhaps, your Blue Silver Grass will undergo some kind of evolution or mutation during the cultivation process. Your brother's process... is just a little earlier than yours right now."

At this point, the master's voice deepened slightly:

"Of course, this is only my initial understanding of what your father said. I don't fully understand what it meant yet."

"After all, your father's strength and knowledge far surpass mine."

When Tang San heard the master mention that his father's strength and knowledge far surpassed his own, his expression changed slightly, filled with disbelief. He asked in confusion, "Master... my father is just a blacksmith from a remote village, how could he be stronger than you?"

"Little San, your father... is not as simple as you see him." Upon hearing this, the master's expression stiffened. Realizing that he had spoken carelessly, he sighed softly, reached out and rubbed Tang San's head, his tone softening slightly.

"I've known your father for a long time. I don't know everything about him."

"The questions in your heart, perhaps, can only be answered by him personally."

"But one thing I'm sure of is that he's definitely not an ordinary person."

Tang San was stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

The master patted him on the shoulder and continued in a calm and firm tone, "You don't need to worry too much, and there are some things you don't need to figure out right now."

"Your father entrusted you to me before he passed away, hoping that I would take good care of you and guide you in cultivating your martial spirit. Since I have promised, I will naturally do so."

After listening to the master's explanation, Tang San was still full of doubts, but at that moment, he felt a sense of peace and warmth.

It turns out... my father and the teacher knew each other all along.

Even his own path of cultivation had been planned out for him by his father long ago.

If that's the case, what reason is there not to believe the teacher's theory of martial spirits?

To doubt your teacher is like doubting your own father.

In Tang San's view, how could a son not believe his own father?

"Teacher, I understand. I will work even harder in my cultivation from now on, and I will definitely live up to your and Father's expectations of me." Tang San took a deep breath, feeling a little more relaxed. He looked up at the master earnestly and nodded emphatically.

Upon hearing this, the master gazed into the distance, lost in thought. He then patted Tang San's shoulder and said, "Alright, Tang San, don't think too much. It's getting dark, go back and rest."

"In life, who doesn't experience failure? Who can have a smooth journey from the beginning? When I was young, because my innate soul power was too low, my entire family regarded me as a waste. I couldn't even enter the ancestral hall, and in the end, I was expelled from the sect."

"Even so, didn't I still rely on myself, exploring step by step, persevering little by little, to get to where I am today as a master of martial spirit theory?"

"Once you get above the Third Ring Road, everything will naturally disappear."

Upon hearing this, Tang San's eyes gradually hardened, and he no longer doubted the correctness of Grandmaster's theory of martial souls. He then bowed deeply to Grandmaster and solemnly said:

"Teacher, don't worry, I won't let you and my father down."

.........

The next day at noon, the sun was shining brightly and a gentle breeze was blowing.

Tang Chuan quietly left Notting Academy alone. He passed through the south gate of Notting City and walked for more than ten miles to a secluded meadow in the woods.

This place is sparsely populated and overgrown with weeds, except for large patches of blue silver grass that grow freely, swaying gently like waves, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of grass and trees.

He moved through the area with practiced ease.

Before long, they stopped in a clearing surrounded by bushes.

This patch of blue-silver grass may seem ordinary, but the blue-silver grass at its very center radiates a faint blue-gold glow. Its color is deep, its patterns are ancient, and it even carries a trace of naturally flowing life force, making it completely different from the ordinary blue-silver grass around it.

"Mother, I've come to see you."

Tang Chuan squatted down, gazing at the Blue Silver Grass with gentle and devout eyes, and whispered.

This Blue Silver Grass was the very one he brought back from the cave—Blue Silver Emperor A Yin.

In order to prevent anyone from discovering her existence.

Tang Chuan deliberately chose this secluded grassland outside the city where no one was around, and planted Ah Yin there. With the help of the surrounding common blue silver grass as cover, he would personally come to take care of it every few days.

Taking a small watering can from his pocket, Tang Chuan carefully watered the Blue Silver Emperor with spring water as clear as morning dew. He then took out a small pinch of dark brown powder and sprinkled it under the roots of the grass.

This is a soul-nourishing powder that he extracted from the corpses of plant-type soul beasts when he was in the Star Dou Great Forest. It can help plant-type soul beasts recover faster.

While tending to the wound, Tang Chuan muttered to himself:

"Mother, even though you're in a vegetative state right now, you should still be able to hear me, right?"

"I have already absorbed my second spirit ring, and my spirit power has also increased significantly. It shouldn't be too far before you are fully recovered."

A gentle breeze blew by, and the branches and leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor swayed gently, as if in response to his words.

"Mother, I'm going to cultivate now. Only by becoming stronger can I revive you as soon as possible." Tang Chuan took a deep breath, gently patted Ah Yin's leaves, and said.

After speaking, he slowly stood up, his gaze sharp.

A sharp glint flashed in his blue-gold pupils.

Swish!

With a flash, Tang Chuan darted out like a shadow, stepping into a clearing not far away in just a few steps.

This open space was a place he had specially cleared out for his daily cultivation.

Standing in the center of the field, Tang Chuan slowly opened his right hand, and a blue-gold Blue Silver Grass immediately grew out of his palm, writhing in the air like a snake, carrying a strong sense of life.

"I'll try it now... and see if I can create my own soul skill." Tang Chuan muttered to himself, gazing at the Blue Silver Grass in his palm.

In his mind, classic secret techniques from the ninja world of his past life flashed before his eyes—Wood Release: Shadow Clone Technique, Entangling Technique, Wood Dragon Technique, Wood Human Technique, Wood Wall, Advent of a World of Trees…

The root of every technique lies in the ultimate application of the natural force of wood.

Instead of waiting to absorb soul rings to gain skills, he should rely on the powerful life force of the Blue Silver Grass to create his own soul skill system!

"Blue Silver: Tree Realm Entanglement!"

"The trees form a net, taking root and penetrating the ground, capturing the enemy invisibly."

Tang Chuan closed his eyes, circulated his soul power, and used his mental power to guide the extension path of the Blue Silver Grass, quickly drawing a complex array pattern on the ground. The next second, the Blue Silver Grass around him grew wildly, with roots intertwining and spreading layer by layer.

boom!

In an instant, vast swathes of blue silver grass sprouted from the ground like a vine net, intertwining and coalescing into a giant cage spanning five meters. Within the cage, the branches twisted and turned, sharp as blades; if an enemy fell inside, there would be no chance of escape.

"As expected... it works."

"It does resemble Tang San's Blue Silver Cage somewhat!"

"However, this is merely the most basic activation of Blue Silver Grass!"

"Next, I need to try to condense the Blue Silver Grass into something even more difficult." Tang Chuan slowly opened his eyes, his excitement barely concealed, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

As his soul power flowed, the Blue Silver Grass in his palm grew and transformed wildly once again. He did not rush to turn it into a clone or a cage, but instead sketched out a completely new idea in his mind.

"I have mastered entanglement and splitting, now... I need a self-created soul skill that can take the initiative to attack."

His gaze hardened, and a flash of inspiration struck him:

"There's a Wood Dragon Technique in Wood Release. Could I imitate its principles and create a highly aggressive Blue Silver Giant Serpent using Blue Silver Grass as its core structure?"

With a slap to the ground, the Blue Silver Grass instantly burrowed into the soil.

The next second, as Tang Chuan suddenly activated his soul power, a giant blue-gold snake, as thick as a water vat and about five meters long, suddenly burst out of the ground!

This is not an ordinary plant extension, but a bionic war beast formed by using Blue Silver Grass as muscles and Blue Silver Vine Stems as a skeleton, and infusing it with soul power. Its shape is almost identical to that of a snake.

It has snake scales woven from vines, its head is slightly raised, and its eyes glow with a faint blue light, as if it has consciousness.

"Huff...huff..."

At this moment, Tang Chuan's forehead was covered in sweat, his chest was heaving violently, and his face was slightly pale.

He could clearly sense that when he summoned the Blue Silver Serpent, he had needed extremely precise control over his soul power; even the slightest mistake would have caused the entire structure to disintegrate. This meticulous control not only consumed soul power but also rapidly depleted his mental strength.

"This Douluo Continent truly lives up to its reputation as a fantasy world. My self-created Blue Silver Giant Serpent is completely comparable to Tang San's fifth soul skill in the original story—the Blue Silver Overlord Spear!"

"Tang San's fifth soul skill, formed from Blue Silver Grass into a spear, is already ten thousand years old. My giant snake looks far more powerful than his spear!"

"It just consumes a lot of soul power and mental energy."

"The Blue Silver Grass is incredibly versatile; it can do almost anything I can think of, provided my soul power and mental strength are sufficient!"

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