Just then, a faint sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Master, holding a steaming hot breakfast, stopped at Tang San's room door.
After a moment of contemplation, he raised his hand and gently knocked on the door, his voice very low, saying, "Little San, open the door. There are some things I want to talk to you about."
If it were anyone else, Tang San would definitely not want to bother with them.
But he had always held Master in high esteem, as the saying goes, 'a teacher for a day, a father for life.'
His body paused slightly, 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 Master's eyes was a scene that made his heart tremble slightly.
Tang San looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot, and his entire being appeared listless, completely different from the steady and resolute youth he usually was.
"Teacher, please come in." Tang San forced a smile.
Master looked at Tang San's forced smile, sighed inwardly, stepped into the room, gently placed the breakfast on the table, and after a moment, shook his head, saying, "Little San, you are so young, how can you be so dejected?"
Tang San just stood quietly, his gaze lowered, not saying a word.
Seeing this, Master did not rush to ask anything, but pulled out a nearby chair and sat down, his tone softening a few points, saying, "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 Cultivate path of my Blue Silver Grass?"
"Otherwise, why... why am I completely no match for my brother? I... I have Innate full Soul Power, but his Innate Soul Power is only level one."
With his head bowed, Tang San was silent for a long time before he suddenly spoke.
"Nonsense!" Master'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 Soul Master who severely injured Ma Hongjun before!"
"Perhaps... your brother's strength has increased so quickly, and his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul has Cultivated to such a monstrous degree in such a short time, also through some evil method."
Tang San remained silent upon hearing this.
He just stared quietly at Master, his eyes showing signs of struggle, or perhaps doubt.
However, he did not immediately refute.
Because in his opinion, what Master had just said was not entirely without reason.
Yes... his brother's Innate Soul Power was clearly only level one.
Logically speaking, with his talent, it would be almost impossible to catch up to him, let alone completely suppress him in the Fighting Soul Arena.
If it wasn't for some evil Cultivate 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 Soul 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, and said, "Teacher, even if my brother's strength was truly obtained through some evil Cultivate method, I still feel... that my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is too weak."
"Blue Silver Grass is inherently a waste Martial Soul. Although I have managed to make it change somewhat by increasing my Soul Power, the further I go, the more I feel its limitations."
"Whether it's Mubai's White Tiger Martial Soul or Fatty's Phoenix Martial Soul, they both possess top-tier talent. Their Martial Soul Abilities will become more and more terrifying due to the Foundation of their Martial Souls."
"But I am not so lucky. Although the Blue Silver Grass is highly adaptable, it cannot 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 thirty, I would probably have been left far behind by them."
Master was silent for a moment upon hearing this, 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, saying, "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 Martial Soul seems to be unusual. What if I were to switch to Cultivating my second Martial Soul now...?"
Tang San's words were cut short by Master raising his hand, his voice mixed with a hint of panic and anger, saying, "No! Little San, this is simply preposterous!"
"Although if you switch to Cultivating your second Martial Soul now, as long as you can obtain suitable spirit rings, your strength can indeed take a significant leap in a very short time."
"But have you considered, if you Cultivate your Blue Silver Grass to level ninety, and then go on to Cultivate your second Martial Soul, what quality of spirit rings will your second Martial Soul 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 Martial Souls are currently stronger than your Blue Silver Grass, they only have one Martial Soul after all. When you finish Cultivating your second Martial Soul 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 Martial Soul had been rekindled.
"That's right!"
Tang San murmured to himself, clenching his fists unconsciously, his eyes shining, saying:
"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 Martial Soul, what kind of situation will that be?"
"Eighteen spirit rings, eighteen Martial Soul 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, Master finally let out a slight sigh of relief, 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."
"Just like when I was young, Teacher."
"At that time, my Soul Power remained at level twenty-nine, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't Breakthrough 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 Soul Master's Martial Soul theory."
"Facts prove that my choice was correct. Even if I found it difficult to Breakthrough myself, didn't I successfully train you? And other talented young Soul 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."