Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 99 Comfort
Blue Silver Grass won't work?
Han Tao had also questioned his martial spirit, but the martial spirit cannot be changed, and he had to accept this fact whether he wanted to or not.

"The application of force is mutual."

The roots of the Blue Silver Grass are in the ground.

Blue Silver Grass placed on the ground can indeed control the movement of Soul Masters through its entanglement ability.

The only drawback is that it cannot go to space.

Once detached from the ground, it loses its foundation and its source of power.

Blue Silver Grass does not possess the power of "force" found in the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Faced with the harsh truth, Han Tao had no choice but to accept reality.

Currently, the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's potential is indeed stronger than that of the Blue Silver Grass.

It is far superior to Blue Silver Grass.

Han Tao could only console himself: "Luckily, I have a soul bone skill."

"Once I break through to the Title Douluo level, these so-called flight abilities will become unimportant."

Ning Rongrong's eyes shone brightly, and a radiant smile spread across her face, like a bear secretly gloating after stealing honey.

Perhaps influenced by her, Han Tao's frustration vanished and transformed into motivation to move forward.

"She overtook me again, how awful!"

Although Ning Rongrong's success stemmed from her own theories.

But why, based on the same theory, do different martial souls exhibit drastically different levels of performance?
Flight, in terms of both prestige and applicability, is far superior to Blue Silver Grass's crowd control.

"What are you thinking about?" Her tone was gentle, but her expression was incredibly firm.

"there is nothing."

"I'm just a little moved by the terrifying difference that comes from the strength of a martial spirit."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong chuckled sweetly, "It seems you don't know much about Blue Silver Grass."

Han Tao remained silent, his expression calm, indicating his denial.

"Or perhaps you don't understand plant-based martial souls."

Ning Rongrong suddenly brought up a concept, and Han Tao pricked up his ears to listen.

When talking about Blue Silver Grass, Han Tao was quite confident.

However, when it comes to the entire plant category, he is indeed inferior to Ning Rongrong.

Botany and pharmacology are closely related, and mixed pharmacology requires spirituality, or what is known as talent.

Her expression was confident and composed, her eyes gleaming, and her lips slightly parted:
"There are many things that can restrain your Blue Silver Grass."

"Yes," Han Tao admitted.

"Blue Silver Emperor is a counter to other classes."

"The tulip, the 'Qiluo,' represents restraint in its category."

"Then do you know about elemental counters?"

Han Tao thought of Tang San's battle just now: "Fire?"

He lowered his head in thought. Blue Silver Grass was naturally afraid of fire, so "fire" seemed to be the perfect answer.

"wrong!"

As he pondered this, Han Tao couldn't help but think of mathematics.

There are several solutions, but you only came up with one, and the price you pay is a deduction of points.

Another aspect cannot be overlooked.

"The earth is the foundation for the growth of Blue Silver Grass, but it is also the constraint on all plant-based martial souls."

"Breaking free from the constraints of the ground and gaining the ability to fly is a kind of defiance at the level of attributes!"

The Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone possesses a soul skill that allows it to fly!

This soul skill seems abrupt, but at this moment, it is the perfect interpretation of the answer.

"The Blue Silver Emperor has reached the third stage, breaking free from the limitations of the earth and defying the rules."

The third stage of Blue Silver Grass is something Han Tao can neither imagine nor access at this moment.

Ning Rongrong bit her lip, a hint of envy in her expression:
"Han Tao, do you know?"

"The ultimate martial soul is already the limit of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and the Nine Heart Begonia."

“I have no way to find a further path, but your Blue Silver Grass does. The evolutionary path of Blue Silver Grass has always been open.”

"Breaking the limitations of the rules of heaven and earth, the Blue Silver Grass will be strengthened step by step, surpassing the limit, reaching the level of a god-level martial soul, and even surpassing the level of a god-level martial soul."

Han Tao shook his head: "These are too far removed from my life." "My Blue Silver Grass, its martial soul quality has only just reached the advanced level, far from being able to break the rules of the world."

"Rongrong, you shouldn't be so anxious."

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is already an ultimate martial soul, with a growth base of 0.9. Moreover, due to the sublimation of special gem-type martial souls, it is no weaker than a god-level martial soul.

Master micro-management to gain control of "power";

Mastering the illusion allows one to acquire the means of "mind reading";

With the addition of the multidimensional realm formed by perception, calculation, and control, the aesthetics no longer belong to the interpretation of intensity.

How could such a magnificent nine-jeweled glazed pagoda be any less powerful than an angel's?
Ning Rongrong spoke anxiously, gesturing wildly with her hands as she explained:
"No, no, that's not what I meant."

"What I mean is that you don't need to be discouraged by the quality of your martial soul, because Blue Silver Grass is not weak."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she spoke.

Han Tao laughed out loud; he had misunderstood Ning Rongrong earlier.

Ning Rongrong said all this without intending for Han Tao to help her research the evolution of her martial soul.

She said these things just to comfort herself.

But this girl has absolutely no skill in comforting people; she has no technique whatsoever.

"Ha, really bad!"

Return to the lounge area.

Han Tao looked up at the screen, which displayed the next opponent for the Qibao team.

Canghui College.

Upon seeing this name, long-forgotten memories resurfaced in Han Tao's mind.

The Seven Gems Team of Canghui Academy can construct a seven-in-one martial soul fusion skill, known as the "Seven Asura Illusion".

"In the original story, something else happened before this match."

"At that time, the teachers of Canghui Academy gave Tang San a soul bone."

Thinking about this, Han Tao couldn't help but feel a little amused.

In this life, Tang San did not consume the "Dew of Longing" and was unable to break through the high-level illusion of that era.

There were no magical herbs to concoct a death warrant for him, and he didn't know if he could survive the attack from Shi Nian.

"It's probably not going to work," Han Tao shook his head.

Tang San couldn't withstand Shi Nian's attack; that was his conclusion.

But
It's uncertain whether Tang San will be attacked at that time.

The annual meeting will attack geniuses. Tang San, who is level 36, performed well in the competition, but he can't be considered a genius.

Even though Tang San and Canghui Academy had a verbal dispute before, it didn't involve any interests and couldn't be considered a deadly feud.

Who is the real genius?
Who is the enemy of Canghui Academy?

The one who is truly in danger is me, Ning Rongrong.

Thinking of this, Han Tao's heart skipped a beat.

"Ning Rongrong is Ning Fengzhi's daughter. If Shi Nian had any brains..."

"Don't overestimate the intelligence of supporting characters!"

He's actually capable of doing something so outrageous.

Without preparation, if Han Tao and Ning Rongrong had encountered Shi Nian's attack, they would almost certainly have faced certain death.

Han Tao currently lacks the means to deal with illusions.

Ning Rongrong is likely to be unafraid of illusions because of her ability to wear the Autumn Dew, but she lacks the ability to kill.

She posed no threat to Shi Nian.

"Whether he intended to attack or not, I should make some preparations."

Taking a deep breath, Han Tao strode forward.

I gently knocked on the door of the lounge.

"Ning Rongrong?"

I waited outside for a long time, but there was no sound from inside.

Han Tao had a bad feeling.

(End of this chapter)