Chapter 275: Ah Yin Returns as the Blue Silver Emperor! Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul Mutates
In the deepest part of the Blue Silver Forest.
Boundless ten-thousand-year Blue Silver Grass spread into a surging green sea.
Wind swept through the forest as countless blades of grass swayed together, raising layer after layer of emerald waves.
A life aura that seeped into the bones spread along with the rolling grass sea, causing even the air to carry a moist fragrance of vegetation.
In midair, two cocoons quietly floated.
The surging grass waves around them seemed to avoid this area, as though protecting some supreme treasure.
One cocoon shone with a lustrous jade-green color throughout.
Between its fine veins flowed the dignity unique to the emperor of vegetation.
Wrapped within it was Ah Yin's origin, the hope the Blue Silver Clan had lost for decades.
The other cocoon is intertwined with purple and green.
Violent lightning arcs and gentle life patterns madly wrapped, collided, and fused across its surface.
Every strand of Blue Silver Grass throughout the entire Blue Silver Forest trembled lightly at the same frequency.
Ten-year Blue Silver Grasses stretched their tender leaves.
Hundred-year Blue Silver Grasses swayed their tough stems.
Thousand-year and even ten-thousand-year Blue Silver Grasses opened up their life origins without reservation at this moment.
Every blade of grass released emerald-green specks of life.
The specks were tiny yet bright, like countless fireflies dancing through a summer night, surging endlessly toward the jade-green cocoon one after another.
The Blue Silver King's enormous true body was deeply rooted in the deepest layers of the earth.
Its roots stretched for thousands of miles, completely merging with the veins of the entire Blue Silver Forest until no distinction remained between them.
Every sway of the grass leaves maintained perfect synchronization with the trembling cocoon in the sky.
It had already guarded this place for three days and three nights without moving.
The Blue Silver Clan had waited far too long for this day.
Ever since Ah Yin sacrificed herself for love, the Blue Silver Clan had completely lost its leader.
As the most widespread yet most inconspicuous plant-type soul beast on the continent,
They suffered constant bullying within the soul beast world, where the strong devoured the weak.
Even with the Blue Silver King presiding over the clan, it could not uphold the former glory of the Blue Silver Clan.
Only with the true return of the Blue Silver Emperor could all the Blue Silver Grass scattered across every corner of the continent raise their heads once more.
Only when the emperor returned could the Blue Silver Clan regain hope.
"Crack!"
An extremely soft cracking sound rang clearly through the deathly silent forest.
Even the surging grass waves stopped abruptly at this moment.
The surface of the jade-green cocoon revealed its first tiny crack.
Then came the second, the third.
Countless cracks spread across the cocoon's surface like a spiderweb within a single breath.
The lustrous jade cocoon slowly peeled apart like shattered glass.
Blindingly brilliant green light suddenly shot into the heavens.
Throughout the entire Blue Silver Forest, every strand of Blue Silver Grass instantly bent down toward the ground.
Like the most devout believers worshipping the return of their king.
At the center, where the cocoon completely peeled away, a completely emerald Blue Silver Grass slowly stretched its leaves.
It was no longer the ordinary, inconspicuous Blue Silver Grass found everywhere within the forest, trampled beneath countless feet.
Every slender blade of grass bore golden imperial patterns engraved upon it, while a majestic life aura nearly materialized around its roots.
Just a trace of its aura escaping caused the surrounding Blue Silver Grass to grow wildly.
This was the true Blue Silver Emperor.
The supreme bloodline among plant-type soul beasts.
The countless specks of life light continued flooding madly into the Blue Silver Emperor's true body.
Ah Yin's aura surged upward wildly.
Thirty thousand years!
Fifty thousand years!
Seventy thousand years!
Finally, her cultivation stabilized at seventy thousand years.
Her consciousness fully awakened.
The emerald radiance filling the sky slowly withdrew.
A woman dressed in a light green gauze dress slowly condensed into form in midair.
Her brows and eyes remained gentle, her skin smooth as jade. Fine, Blue Silver Grass leaves adorned her long blue hair, while a refreshing fragrance of vegetation lingered around her.
Simply standing there quietly, she seemed to merge completely with the entire Blue Silver Forest.
The Blue Silver Emperor had finally returned!
...
At the same time.
Inside the sealed cultivation chamber behind Blue Tyrant Academy.
Tang San sat cross-legged atop an icy prayer mat.
Within the sealed chamber, not a trace of light existed.
The air overflowed with a violent aura so oppressive it nearly exploded.
Even the surrounding soul power had been disturbed into chaos by this violent aura.
His mind endlessly replayed those unforgettable scenes of humiliation.
Lin Qingmo, that person who repeatedly made him lose face and suffer embarrassment!
And Xiao Wu.
Now, whenever she looked at him, only bone-piercing distance and undisguised disgust remained in her eyes.
She would not even speak an extra word to him.
The pride and arrogance he had accumulated over two lifetimes and several decades had been completely crushed into dust beneath their feet.
Lin Qingmo's appearance had utterly derailed his life.
No matter how desperately he cultivated or how much he squeezed his potential, Lin Qingmo always firmly suppressed him.
No matter what trump cards or ultimate techniques he revealed.
Lin Qingmo always possessed even stronger methods capable of utterly crushing all his trump cards.
He refused to accept it.
Why?
Why could Lin Qingmo possess a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul stronger than his?
Why could he so easily gain Xiao Wu's unconditional trust?
Why did everyone revolve around him?
Why did he have to live beneath Lin Qingmo's shadow?
The violent aura within his chest thickened and nearly burst through his meridians.
Tang San's breathing became increasingly rapid, while blood-red veins filled his eyes.
He wanted to become stronger quickly.
Faster, even faster!
He wanted to immediately begin cultivating his second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer.
He wanted to quickly obtain the absolute power capable of completely crushing Lin Qingmo.
But every time he brought this up with Yu Xiaogang, the other party rejected him mercilessly.
Once more, the conversation he had with Yu Xiaogang a few days ago echoed uncontrollably through his mind.
"Teacher, I want to start cultivating the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul right now."
Yu Xiaogang sat before the desk, holding a yellowed ancient text from the soul master world, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Xiao San, how many times have I told you? The cultivation of twin martial souls absolutely cannot be rushed recklessly."
"But Lin Qingmo's soul power rank is already higher than mine!"
"Can you and him be compared the same way? I believe his Blue Silver Grass martial soul is a mutated martial soul, but that does not mean his talent surpasses yours."
At this thought, Tang San's teeth clenched loudly enough to crack, blood even seeping from his gums as the metallic taste filled his mouth.
He felt that Yu Xiaogang simply did not trust him.
Perhaps even Yu Xiaogang's so-called Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls were completely wrong.
Back then, Shi Nian's illusion had greatly affected Tang San.
What right did Yu Xiaogang have to point fingers at him?
What right did he have to use those narrow theories to limit his growth?
At that moment, a heart-rending pain exploded from Tang San's chest.
"Ugh!"
He subconsciously clutched the area around his heart.
It felt as though something had been forcefully ripped out from the deepest part of his martial soul origin.
It was a pain like his soul itself had been violently torn apart, instantly spreading through his limbs and meridians.
Every muscle in his body convulsed madly, while his entire body trembled uncontrollably.
Sweetness surged into his throat.
"Pfft! Cough cough cough!"
A mouthful of scarlet blood sprayed uncontrollably onto the cold ground before him, staining a large patch of shocking red.
The Blue Silver Grass martial soul uncontrollably emerged from his palm.
Yet the originally vibrant emerald grass leaves had now become dim.
Tang San's heart instantly sank into an icy abyss.
He could clearly sense that his Blue Silver Grass martial soul had lost something extremely important.
Like a madman, he desperately circulated the soul power within his body.
Again and again, he washed it through the Blue Silver Grass martial soul in his palm, trying to restore its vitality.
But no matter how hard he tried, the Blue Silver Grass martial soul in his palm remained completely wilted, without the slightest response.
Panic surged upward like an icy tide, instantly flooding over his entire body from head to toe.
He had no idea what exactly had happened.
End of Chapter