Encouraged by Yu Xiaogang, Tang San gathered his courage and immediately released his martial soul and soul rings.
Tang Yi was stunned.
"What the hell is this?"
"First soul ring—yellow, a 400-year Mandala Snake ring."
"But the second… white? A ten-year ring?"
"Brother, what soul beast did you kill for this second ring?"
Tang Yi frowned.
According to the original plot, Tang San's second ring should have been a 600+ year Ghost Vine, granting the "Parasitic" skill.
But now—a ten-year ring?
Did he really follow Yu Xiaogang's terrible guidance and absorb a ten-year Bamboo Spirit?
Tang San felt too embarrassed to answer.
Yu Xiaogang said confidently: "Of course it's a ten-year Bamboo Spirit!"
"Bamboo grows fast and aligns with life energy. It enhances Blue Silver Grass!"
Tang Yi shook his head.
"Yu Xiaogang, you're talking nonsense again."
Then he pointed at Tang San:
"Brother, you think you're smart, yet you blindly follow him?"
"Bamboo is fine—but ten years? That's too low. At least 500–600 years!"
"And Bamboo has one of the weakest attack powers among plant types!"
"With a Soul Elder or Soul Ancestor helping, even a thousand-year Bamboo isn't hard to get!"
"You've been ruined!"
"Even basic thinking tells you—first ring 400 years, second should at least be 100+!"
"Why choose ten years? What does it even give you?"
"As your power grows, this ring becomes completely useless!"
Tang Yi said bluntly.
Tang San began to wake up.
He recalled the Star Dou Forest—
They were constantly led into danger by Yu Xiaogang.
Bad maps, wrong directions, repeated mistakes.
Even the principal was seriously injured.
Yu Xiaogang caused trouble and ran, leaving Tang San behind.
And now—his future was affected.
"Why did I listen to him?"
Tang San's thoughts became chaotic.
There were plenty of Bamboo forests—he could have found a stronger one.
"Teacher… why did you make me absorb the worst one?"
Yu Xiaogang sensed the shift and quickly spoke:
"Ten-year Bamboo is low, but compatibility is what matters most!"
"And you have twin martial souls! Later your Clear Sky Hammer can compensate!"
Tang San's eyes lit up again.
"Yes… I still have the Clear Sky Hammer."
Yu Xiaogang grew confident again.
"You're already level 20 at seven years old! A genius! Your brother, with level 1 innate power, can't catch up in ten years!"
Then he looked at Tang Yi arrogantly:
"You said I harmed him? What level are you? Show me!"
Tang Yi smiled.
"Yu Xiaogang… you really don't learn."
He raised his hand.
A surge of soul power spread.
Level 26.
Dense. Heavy.
Then—
A purple ring.
A black ring.
Thousand-year.
Ten-thousand-year.
Rotating slowly.
Yu Xiaogang froze, trembling.
"Impossible…!"
Tang San stood in shock.
His own rings—
400 years… and 10 years.
Compared to this—
Nothing.
Tang Yi spoke calmly:
"You call yourself a theory master. Explain this."
Yu Xiaogang couldn't speak.
Tang Yi looked at Tang San:
"This is the teacher you trust."
"Level 20 at seven is good. But your second ring is ten years."
"At level 30, when others kill you with one skill—remember today."
Tang San trembled.
He wanted to argue—but couldn't.
Those rings—
Too overwhelming.
Yu Xiaogang forced himself to speak:
"You must have had luck! That doesn't mean you're stronger!"
Tang Yi looked at him with pity.
"Your greatest skill is turning geniuses into trash—and thinking you're right."
He turned to leave.
At the door:
"Brother, take care of yourself."
…
Yu Xiaogang collapsed.
Tang San stood still like a statue.
After a long time, he looked at his trembling hands.
He remembered:
"At level 30… you'll understand."
For the first time, he doubted himself.
Yu Xiaogang quickly recovered and reassured him:
"What he said sounds right, but it's flawed."
"Compatibility matters more than age."
"Your skill will grow stronger later."
"As for stronger Bamboo—it's expensive and unrealistic."
"He has support from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You don't."
Tang San slowly regained confidence.
"Yes… I rely on myself."
Yu Xiaogang continued:
"You have twin martial souls—that's your real advantage."
"When you add rings to the Clear Sky Hammer, that's when you surpass him!"
Tang San nodded.
Yu Xiaogang sneered:
"He's just lucky. Small success made him arrogant."
"Real strength comes from theory, wisdom, and steady training."
"He'll fall eventually."
Tang San said firmly:
"You're right, teacher."
…
After Tang San left—
Yu Xiaogang wiped sweat.
"That scared me… how is he even human?"
But he reassured himself:
"As long as Tang San believes me, I still have a chance."
"I will prove my theory."
"That Tang Yi… just lucky."
…
Meanwhile, Tang Yi had already found a secluded place—
Preparing to receive supplies from Great Xia.