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Just then, the faint sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Yu Xiaogang, holding a steaming hot breakfast, stopped at Tang San's door. After a moment of contemplation, he raised his hand and gently knocked, his voice low. "Little San, open the door. There are some things I want to talk to you about."
If it had been anyone else, Tang San definitely wouldn't have bothered. But he had always held his Teacher, Yu Xiaogang, in high esteem, as the saying goes, 'a teacher for a day, a father for life.' His body paused slightly, and Tang San was stunned for a long while before he slowly stood up, walked heavily to the door, and opened it.
The moment the door opened, what appeared before Yu Xiaogang's eyes was a sight that made his heart tremble slightly. Tang San looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot, and his entire being appeared listless. He was completely different from the steady and resolute youth Yu Xiaogang usually knew.
"Teacher, please come in," Tang San said, forcing a smile.
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San's forced smile, sighed inwardly, and stepped into the room. He gently placed the breakfast on the table, and after a moment, he shook his head. "Little San, you're so young. How can you be so dejected?"
Tang San just stood quietly, his gaze lowered, not saying a word.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang didn't rush him. He pulled out a nearby chair and sat down, his tone softening a few points. "Little San, it looks like you haven't slept for several days, have you? In that case, I'll put the breakfast aside for now and chat with you."
"Teacher, did I really go wrong with the cultivation path of my Blue Silver Grass?" Tang San asked. He had been silent for a long time, head bowed, before he suddenly spoke. "Otherwise, why... why am I completely no match for my brother? I... I have Innate full spirit power, but his Innate spirit power is only Level 1."
"Nonsense!" Yu Xiaogang's face suddenly darkened upon hearing this, and he slammed the table, roaring. "Little San, how can you think like that? Are you even going to question my theories?"
"Have you forgotten the Golden-haired woman who was with your brother? She was the fallen, evil Spirit Master who severely injured Ma Hongjun before!" Yu Xiaogang said. "Perhaps... your brother's strength has increased so quickly, and his Blue Silver Grass Spirit has cultivated to such a monstrous degree in such a short time, also through some evil method."
Tang San remained silent. He just stared quietly at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes showing signs of struggle, or perhaps doubt. However, he didn't immediately refute his Teacher.
In his opinion, what Yu Xiaogang had just said wasn't entirely without reason. Yes... his brother's Innate spirit power was clearly only Level 1. Logically speaking, with his talent, it would be almost impossible for him to catch up, let alone completely suppress him in the Fighting Soul Arena. If it wasn't for some evil cultivation method, how could all this be explained?
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and Tang San's mind was constantly filled with Tang Chuan's figure. What made Tang San even more uneasy was that he knew how to perform evil cultivation himself.
Not long ago, when he was removing toxins from the Shrek Seven Devils, he secretly used the Eight Spider Lances to extract spirit power and life force from them. The feeling of drawing strength through this method was like a giant boulder on a mountain; once pushed, it could no longer stop, only rolling faster and faster until it lost control and fell.
A moment later, Tang San slowly raised his head, a long-suppressed look of confusion in his eyes. "Teacher, even if my brother's strength was truly obtained through some evil cultivation method, I still feel... that my Blue Silver Grass Spirit is too weak."
"Blue Silver Grass is inherently a waste Spirit," he continued. "Although I've managed to make it change somewhat by increasing my spirit power, the further I go, the more I feel its limitations."
"Whether it's Mubai's White Tiger Spirit or Fatty's Phoenix Spirit, they both possess top-tier talent. Their Spirit Abilities will become more and more terrifying due to the foundation of their Spirits. But I am not so lucky.
Although the Blue Silver Grass is highly adaptable, it can't compensate for the inherent fragility of the Blue Silver Grass itself. If I hadn't unexpectedly obtained the external Spirit Bone, Eight Spider Lances, at Level 30, I would probably have been left far behind by them."
Yu Xiaogang was silent for a moment upon hearing this. He then stared at Tang San with complex eyes and whispered, "Little San, what do you plan to do next?"
Tang San sighed softly, his eyes confused and powerless. "Ultimately, the source of all these troubles is that my Blue Silver Grass is too weak, too useless." At this point, he paused, his eyes flickering, as if he had made some kind of decision.
"Teacher, after years of exploration, I've discovered that my second Spirit seems to be unusual. What if I were to switch to cultivating my second Spirit now...?"
Tang San's words were cut short by Yu Xiaogang raising his hand, his voice mixed with a hint of panic and anger. "No! Little San, this is simply preposterous!"
"Although if you switch to cultivating your second Spirit now, as long as you can obtain suitable spirit rings, your strength can indeed take a significant leap in a very short time," Yu Xiaogang explained.
"But have you considered, if you cultivate your Blue Silver Grass to Level 90, and then go on to cultivate your second Spirit, what quality of spirit rings will your second Spirit obtain then?"
"At that time, even if you acquire nine ten-thousand-year or even hundred-thousand-year spirit rings, it's not impossible, is it? While Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's Spirits are currently stronger than your Blue Silver Grass, they only have one Spirit after all.
When you finish cultivating your second Spirit in the future, with the strength added by nine spirit rings of ten thousand years or more, do you think they will still be your opponents?"
These words exploded in Tang San's ears like a clap of thunder. He suddenly trembled, his eyes instantly brightened, and his original gloomy expression vanished, as if his fighting Spirit had been rekindled.
"That's right!" Tang San murmured to himself, clenching his fists unconsciously. His eyes shining, he added, "Teacher, you're right. The Blue Silver Grass may seem weak now, but once it reaches its limit in the future, and I switch to cultivating my second Spirit, what kind of situation will that be?"
"Eighteen spirit rings, eighteen Spirit Abilities!"
"By then, let alone Mubai, Fatty, and the others, even the other Titled Douluo on this continent, what would they amount to?"
Seeing Tang San's expression suddenly improve significantly, Yu Xiaogang finally let out a slight sigh of relief. He then raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder, his tone softening, carrying a hint of expectation.
"Little San, everyone has a barrier in their heart; once it's broken through, it's fine," Yu Xiaogang said. "Just like when I was young, Teacher."
"At that time, my spirit power remained at Level 29, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break through the bottleneck. During that period, I also became disheartened and even doubted myself. But I didn't give up! I chose a different path, to research the Spirit Master's Spirit theory."
"Facts prove that my choice was correct. Even if I found it difficult to break through myself, didn't I successfully train you? And other talented young Spirit Masters like the other six Shrek Devils? Looking back now, I haven't failed. I've simply shown the value of my life in a different way. Little San, you are my pride."