Douluo: Soul Shadow King.

"Xiao Gang, why don't you go back and have a rest first?" Liu Erlong walked over from a distance with a smile on his face. Looking at the haggard and slovenly master, he said worriedly, "It's not a good idea for you to wait like this. It will be fine when Xiao San figures it out himself."

"While you are worried about Tang San, you should also pay more attention to your health."

Hearing this, the master waved his hand, not appreciating it, and refused: "Erlong, I know you are good to me, but you know Xiao San's character. He has a strong self-esteem and a strong desire to win. If he is not satisfied, he will think things are very serious."

"It would be fine if his path to becoming a soul master was smooth and straightforward, but the continuous setbacks and blows would definitely leave an indelible psychological shadow on a child like him who has a strong sense of self-esteem. I am afraid now that he might do something dangerous and extreme."

"It's fine for me as a teacher, but if his life is ruined because of his momentary impulse, then wouldn't I be a failure as a teacher?"

After hearing the master's explanation, Liu Erlong felt angry and said in a bad tone: "Xiao Gang, who is this Cheng Xiao? Why does he keep making things difficult for Tang San?"

"Moreover, how did he get together with Dugu Bo? Even his soul power level is terrifying. At such a young age, he has already broken through to level 50. Is this really something a human can do?"

In Liu Erlong's opinion, Tang San was already a leader among spirit masters of the same age, but now, there appeared a being even more terrifying than Tang San, which made her doubt and feel it was unreal.

How old is Cheng Xiao? He has already reached the level of Soul King at this age, and he is not just at the beginning of level 50, but more than level 50. Could it be that he has taken a secret medicine that overdrafts his life?
"Huh? Who knows his background? If you ask me, Cheng Xiao might be the disciple of that hidden super power. Back then, he entered the Junior Spirit Master Academy just like Tang San, and both of them were part-time students. Do you believe that a young spirit master with no background can cultivate to this level today?" The master snorted coldly. Although there was disdain in his words, it was probably more of envy.

He was so envious of this young genius. Fourteen years old and at level fifty, the words were really too dazzling. For a great soul master like him who was nearly fifty years old but still hadn't broken through level thirty, it was indeed a huge blow.

Just after the master finished speaking, the door that had been tightly closed was opened with a creak, and Tang San walked out dragging his tired body. Perhaps because he had never seen the sun, when the dazzling sunlight spread all over his body, he suddenly felt like fainting.

Fortunately, the Xuantian Gong in his body was activated at the critical moment, which prevented Tang San from fainting.

The moment he saw Tang San, Master came to Tang San excitedly, patted his broad palm on his shoulder, and consoled him: "Xiao San, you finally came out. I, the teacher, have been waiting for you outside for a long time, fearing that you would not be able to figure things out and do something stupid."

"Teacher, I have a question for you. I wonder if you can answer it for me." Tang San raised his head, forcing a smile on his face, and asked.

“Don’t worry, Xiaosan. Not to mention one question, even if it’s a hundred questions, the teacher will answer them for you.” Hearing this, the master said with great confidence, patting his chest.

Seeing Master like this, Tang San hesitated for a moment, and then holding on to the last glimmer of hope, he slowly said: "Teacher, is Blue Silver Grass really a useless martial spirit? Does it really have no ability to resist powerful martial spirits?"

“Xiao San, the teacher can’t bear to lie to you.” The master looked into Tang San’s eyes and said helplessly: “To be honest, the Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial spirit. It’s only because of you that the Blue Silver Grass has become so powerful.” Halfway through the words, he seemed to feel that his words were a bit heavy. The master coughed and comforted: “But Xiao San, don’t worry, even if the Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial spirit, the teacher has a way to train you into a peerless genius.”

“Besides, as long as your soul power level gradually increases, by the time you cultivate your second martial soul, all of them will be the Clear Sky Hammer with ten thousand year soul rings. Who will be your opponent? By then, you will be the new Clear Sky Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect!”

"Do we still have to rely on the Clear Sky Hammer?" Grandmaster's words undoubtedly shattered Tang San's last fantasy.

Even his teacher thought that Blue Silver Grass was a useless spirit and that he could only become stronger by relying on his second spirit, Clear Sky Hammer. So why didn't he choose Clear Sky Hammer from the beginning? Instead, he chose the weaker Blue Silver Grass?

Tang San knew that it was because of his father's words that he should use the hammer in his left hand to protect the grass in his right hand. But until now, he realized that if he himself was not strong enough, how could he protect a useless martial spirit like the Blue Silver Grass?

In other words, what is there to protect for Blue Silver Grass, a useless martial spirit? Even if you want to protect it, why don't you practice Clear Sky Hammer? This is a very contradictory thing in itself, you have to protect Blue Silver Grass, but you can't practice Clear Sky Hammer.

Then what can he use to protect the Blue Silver Grass? Relying on the Blue Silver Grass to protect the Blue Silver Talent? Is this really realistic?

"Teacher..." Tang San raised his head, his eyes firm and said: "I have figured it out. As long as I cultivate the second martial soul, I will be able to defeat Cheng Xiao. So, I plan to cultivate the second martial soul. Please help me, teacher!"

"What did you say?" Hearing this, the master flew into a rage, pressing Tang San's shoulders with both hands, and questioned: "Xiao San, are you crazy? Have you forgotten what your father said to you?"

"By practicing the Clear Sky Hammer now, are you going to disappoint your father's expectations of you?"

How could Master not be anxious after hearing Tang San's choice? If Tang San was allowed to practice Clear Sky Hammer, all his efforts would be wasted, and it would even cause a series of problems, such as the additional spirit ring causing the body to collapse and unable to be solved, which would simply be courting death!
"But teacher, if I don't practice the second martial soul, how can I defeat Cheng Xiao? If I don't practice the second martial soul, how can I lead Shrek to win the championship? If I don't practice the second martial soul, how can I prove to the world the importance of your martial soul theory?" Faced with the master's questioning, the usually obedient Tang San retorted excitedly at this moment.

He really wanted to win, to regain everything he had lost, and to regain his sense of honor as a disciple of the Tang Sect. Only by defeating Cheng Xiao and winning the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition could he fulfill the expectations of his teacher and father. Only in this way could he regain his lost dignity!

However, the master shook his head and said, "Xiao San, do you think the teacher really values ​​those so-called fame and fortune? If you think of the teacher like this, then you are really wrong."

Looking at the somewhat dazed Tang San, the master continued: "Xiao San, the teacher knows your difficulties, but have you ever thought that if you give up halfway, what will all your efforts in the past few years count for?"

"You can ignore yourself, but the teacher can't. As the teacher's apprentice, don't you even understand this simple truth?" (End of this chapter)