Chapter 9: Tang San Takes a Master, the Development Direction of Blue Silver Grass

It was gradually becoming afternoon.

Inside the Master Dormitory, Xiao Xian slowly opened his eyes.

Within his perception range, two distinct clusters of Sunlight Spore appeared.

A few minutes later.

Two footsteps echoed from the stairwell.

The door was open.

The Master walked straight in.

"Teacher."

Xiao Xian rose, his face still bearing a well‑behaved expression.

"Xiao... Xiao Boss!" Behind the Master, a skinny, dark‑skinned child let out a voice with a hint of surprise.

"We meet again, Tang San," Xiao Xian greeted.

The Master was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected them to know each other.

But he didn't probe further, merely returned to his desk, sat down, took a new water cup, and poured a glass of water for Tang San.

"This is your senior brother, my disciple Xiao Xian, a second‑year trainee."

"This is Tang San, my newly accepted disciple, your junior brother."

"Hello, junior brother," Xiao Xian patted Tang San's shoulder, his face still showing a well‑behaved, gentle smile.

"Hello, senior brother," Tang San quickly accepted the fact that Xiao Xian was also a disciple of the Master.

Even because of Xiao Xian.

He became even more convinced that apprenticing under the Master was the right choice.

The bosses among the trainees are all his teacher's disciples.

That already explains the matter quite well.

The Master nudged the water cup toward Tang San and said, "Very well, now that you two know each other, then…"

He paused briefly and looked at Xiao Xian.

Xiao Xian instantly understood, took the cue, and said, "Since you know each other, release your second martial soul so we can see it."

Upon hearing that, Tang San's expression changed instantly.

His gaze toward Xiao Xian was somewhat shocked.

He instantly turned his head toward the Master, his eyes seeming to hold a hint of confusion and inquiry.

Dual-born Martial Soul—such a secret, can it be treated casually…?

"Hmm, release it so we can see. Your senior brother also inferred that you might have a Dual-born Martial Soul, and he deduced it himself. There's no need to hide anything here," the Master lifted his cup, took a sip, and his stiff face softened a bit.

Getting Tang San to become a disciple cost him a lot of words.

Tang San was startled, but eventually regained composure and nodded.

Everyone present now knew; indeed, there was nothing left to hide.

He raised his left hand, and in an instant black light surged, intertwining to form a tiny jet‑black Hammer.

At the moment Tang San's left hand grasped the Hammer, it sank downward; this second martial soul seemed rather heavy.

Xiao Xian stared at the Hammer, appearing a bit curious, but showed no further expression.

Conversely, the Master sprang up from his seat, his eyes filled with shock and excitement.

He stared fixedly at the Hammer, muttering something like, "Tang San, Tang San, surname Tang… good, good, put the martial soul away."

The Master's words were unfinished; he was about to say something else.

Xiao Xian cut in decisively, "Junior brother, without the teacher's permission, do not attach any soul ring to your second martial soul."

Tang San withdrew the martial soul, startled, and looked at Xiao Xian with surprise, asking puzzled, "My father said the same, senior brother; why is that?"

The Master stood aside, watching Xiao Xian, his gaze both surprised and unsurprised.

Obviously, the best cultivation method for a Dual-born Martial Soul was already clear to his naturally clever senior disciple.

However, Tang San was only a six-year-old child, clueless about Soul Master's cultivation; telling him now was still too early for him.

Xiao Xian said nothing, merely glanced at the Master.

The Master shook his head and said to Tang San, "Now is not the time to tell you; you will understand later. But this is crucial for your future, you must remember it firmly."

Although puzzled, Tang San still nodded and said, "I will definitely remember."

His father said it that way, his senior brother said it that way, and the Master evidently meant the same.

His trust in this teacher grew a few more points.

As for Xiao Xian.

He trusted him even more.

Wang Sheng had said many times that Xiao Xian's deeds in helping their work‑study students made him a downright good person.

Up to now.

This senior brother's impression on him was not only strong talent and strength; now it seemed his theory was equally strong.

He could, like the teacher, discern his Dual-born Martial Soul and speak the same words as his father.

"……"

Afterwards, the Master began asking Tang San about his view on Blue Silver Grass.

He also told him that he planned to take him to the Soul Hunting Forest tomorrow for a soul hunt.

To obtain the first soul ring.

Tang San was instantly overjoyed.

He had long wanted to know whether a soul ring limited his Mysterious Heaven Skill, preventing breakthrough, so he readily agreed.

"Hmm, since that's the case, you need to decide the future development direction of your Blue Silver Grass," Master said gravely.

Tang San was stunned again; he currently knows less than a half‑understanding of the Soul Master system, and he couldn't comprehend what Master was saying at all.

Master naturally knew that Tang San understood nothing, so he slowly explained to him the differences between Beast Martial Soul and Artifact Martial Soul, and then carefully introduced each Soul Master development path.

Control Type, Strong Attack Type, Agile Attack Type, Food Type, Support Type, Healing Type, Defense Type, and also Summon Type.

When he mentioned the Summon Type, Master glanced at Xiao Xian.

However, regarding the Summon Type, Master only briefly mentioned a name and did not go into detail.

"......"

Next, Master solemnly introduced and analyzed the appropriate development direction for Blue Silver Grass.

Blue Silver Grass is naturally weak; its use consumes pitifully little soul power.

Moreover, because it is weak, it does not repel spirit rings.

It can almost absorb spirit rings of any orientation.

Tang San listened in a daze, completely awed by Master's knowledge.

The weak Blue Silver Grass, in Master's narration, seemed like a martial soul with enormous potential.

Finally, indeed.

Master still recommended the Control Type.

"The grass can turn into rope to control the enemy; choosing the Control Type is the best."

Tang San couldn't help but look down at his right hand; such fragile Blue Silver Grass, to trap enemies?

Master said slowly again:

"As for the weakness of Blue Silver Grass, its tendency to be broken free, that can be fully compensated by spirit rings."

"For example, bamboo‑type Soul Beasts can grant Blue Silver Grass a resilient trait, or even poison."

Tang San suddenly understood, grasped it completely, and couldn't help but get excited; controlling enemies, defeating enemies—Blue Silver Grass indeed has great usefulness, not the useless martial soul ordinary Soul Masters claim.

But...

Xiao Xian shook his head silently in his heart.

How could Tang San possibly take the Control Type?

If Tang San chooses the Control Type, what will I do later?

Xiao Xian decisively spoke, "Master, I have a slightly different view."

Tang San was stunned, looking at the senior brother who had been silent and only drinking water.

Master was also taken aback.

This disciple of his is not an ordinary naturally clever one; when he says he has a view, it naturally cannot be unfounded.

Moreover, it is very possible that he has noticed something he himself hasn't realized.

"Xiao Xian, speak up."

Xiao Xian looked at Tang San and said, "Junior brother, release the Blue Silver Grass."

"......"