"A nearly hundred-year-old plant-type spirit beast?"
Tang San repeated, muttering thoughtfully.
"Teacher, are you talking about the plant-type spirit beast called Blood-Veined Morning Glory?"
On their first day in the Soul Hunting Forest, they had encountered a very peculiar-looking morning glory.
The stem of this morning glory was very thick, and the flower was white, but its petals were covered in striking red lines.
Yu Xiaogang had said at the time that this morning glory was actually very suitable for Tang San's Blue Silver Grass.
It was just a little younger.
"Yes."
Yu Xiaogang nodded.
His tone was now weak and feeble due to his frail body.
"The Blood-Patterned Trumpet Beard is a plant-type spirit beast. While not particularly aggressive, its defense is quite good."
"Plus, it's at least eighty or ninety years old, making it quite suitable for your plant-type spirit, the Blue Silver Grass."
Yu Xiaogang knew full well what he was saying, even though he didn't believe it himself.
But now that things had come to this, he couldn't let Tang San return empty-handed.
Even if it was just a pile of shit, he had to praise it.
Otherwise, where would he, the master, put his dignity?
"Teacher, how are you doing now?"
At this moment, Tang San was already feeling unexpectedly happy.
But then he glanced at Yu Xiaogang. The latter wasn't in good condition.
Forget helping to hunt spirit beasts? He probably couldn't even walk.
Gu Xian also glanced at Yu Xiaogang.
He's already in such a state, and he still hasn't stopped.
It seems that Yu Xiaogang feels he's useless, and he wants to make Tang San useless, too.
Even after ninety-nine years, that spirit ring is still ten years old.
It's hard for Tang San to avoid being useless.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Yu Xiaogang waved his hand nonchalantly and continued,
"Plant-type spirit beasts generally have low attack power, especially at lower levels of cultivation."
"The attack power of a blood-veined morning glory like this, less than a hundred years old, is negligible."
"But its pollen is a bit toxic, so be careful."
Yu Xiaogang was actually very upset, even extremely depressed.
A damn thing missing a kidney, no one would be happy about it.
But because he'd saved his life, Yu Xiaogang comforted himself with this feeling of having survived a catastrophe.
Another source of frustration was the many theories he'd been researching.
This time, they hadn't successfully tested them on Tang San.
In the end, he could only choose a blood-veined morning glory, less than a hundred years old, as Tang San's first spirit ring.
"Sigh~"
Yu Xiaogang sighed inwardly, then slowly closed his eyes.
He'd have to wait for another opportunity to verify his theory.
After all, Tang San was only level ten, so there would be plenty of opportunities.
Because the food and water they had brought were running out,
So the three of them only rested for half a day before preparing to leave the Soul Hunting Forest.
Of course, before leaving, they had to first retrieve Tang San's first spirit ring.
Because Yu Xiaogang hadn't regained any mobility yet, he was still gasping for breath even after speaking.
So Tang San had to carry him the entire way.
But Tang San himself was also injured, his chest aching constantly.
By the time he found the blood-veined morning glory with Yu Xiaogang on his back, he was already sweating profusely.
And this was even with the constant support of the Xuantian Gong.
In contrast, Gu Xian, who had been following him, was remarkably relaxed.
He seemed oblivious to Tang San, who had nearly sprained his back several times.
He simply didn't care about Yu Xiaogang's affairs.
You're the one who wants to become my disciple, not my master?
What does it have to do with me?
Although Tang San did consider asking him for help, after much deliberation, he didn't have the nerve to ask.
After a brief rest, Tang San looked up at the blood-veined morning glory hidden in the bushes ahead.
The morning glory's distinctive blood-veined petals were truly eye-catching.
Though it didn't appear very tall, its tangled branches and leaves stretched over nine meters.
This indicated its cultivation was at the ninetieth level or higher.
"Teacher, how do I hunt this blood-veined morning glory?"
Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, his expression nervous and somewhat bewildered.
After all, he had never faced a soul beast alone.
Although this was a plant-type soul beast with limited combat power.
Under Yu Xiaogang's command, he drew a sword from the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night.
Then he stepped in front of the blood-veined morning glory.
As if sensing a threat, the morning glory trembled slightly, scattering pollen.
Tang San couldn't dodge and inhaled a large amount.
A slight feeling of dizziness instantly washed over him. Tang San hurriedly shook his head, aiming his dagger at the base of the blood-veined morning glory. With one strike, he severed it. After a brief pause, a speck of white light drifted out from the stamen of the blood-veined morning glory, finally converging. A faint white halo quietly floated above the morning glory. It seemed quite blurry. It seemed as if even a slightly stronger breeze would have blown the spirit ring away. Tang San quietly observed the morning glory's spirit ring, but didn't touch it directly. Standing nearby, he seemed to be able to sense the faint energy contained within it. "Xiao San, begin absorbing the spirit ring," Yu Xiaogang, lying nearby, said calmly. A spirit ring of this caliber, produced by a plant-type spirit beast, posed no danger at all. Tang San nodded, raised his right hand, and concentrated the spirit power within his body into his palm.
A pale blue light shone, and blue silver grass sprouted from his palm.
"Come, my first spirit ring!"
At this moment, Tang San was still a little excited.
Not only had he escaped death on this trip to the Soul Hunting Forest, he had also found a spirit ring that suited him.
Those who survive a great disaster will surely have good fortune in the future!
The white spirit ring, guided by the pale blue light, slowly flew towards Tang San.
"Sit cross-legged and focus your mind on your martial spirit."
Looking at the spirit ring floating towards him, Yu Xiaogang warned in a deep voice.
His tone was exceptionally serious and earnest.
Gu Xian, watching this scene from a distance, was speechless.
You're absorbing a ten-year spirit ring and acting like it's a thousand-year spirit ring.
Yu Xiaogang himself was practically dying, yet he was still here trying to PUA Tang San?
Tang San was surprisingly obedient. He sat down cross-legged on the spot, focusing all his attention on the Blue Silver Grass in his right hand.
Soon, a white spirit ring arrived above Tang San's head.
Then it suddenly contracted and enveloped the Blue Silver Grass, his martial spirit.
The white spirit ring, having shrunk several times, now seemed much more solid.
Tang San, braced for battle, felt a warm current enter his body from the palm of his right hand.
Then, after a brief circling through his body, it vanished.
Then, the Blue Silver Grass detached from his palm.
It, along with the white spirit ring encircling it, floated once more above Tang San's head.
(End of Chapter)