Douluo: Yu Hao is reborn, this Tang San is different

Chapter 60: Master Tries Tang San to Death

Just as Tang San was immersed in his cultivation, a nimble figure quietly approached from behind.

Xiao Wu walked with a brisk pace, with a sly smile on her face. She had already seen Tang San concentrating on his training, and a mischievous idea came to her mind.

Xiao Wu tiptoed to behind Tang San, then suddenly lunged forward and fell on Tang San's back.

"Wow!" Tang San was caught off guard and was frightened by this sudden action. He opened his eyes in panic, and only after seeing that it was Xiao Wu did he breathe a sigh of relief and scolded: "Xiao Wu, what are you doing? You scared me!"

Xiao Wu giggled, her arms tightly wrapped around Tang San's neck, her head rubbing against his shoulder, and said coquettishly: "Hehe, seeing you practicing so seriously, I wanted to play a joke on you."

As she spoke, she deliberately shook her legs, looking very playful.

Tang San shook his head helplessly, reached out and gently patted Xiao Wu's hand, pretending to be angry and said: "Don't do this next time. It's taboo to be disturbed when practicing. What if you go crazy?"

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue and said disapprovingly, "No way, you're so powerful, it's not that easy for you to go astray. Besides, I'm by your side, and I can protect you even if there's danger."

Tang San was amused by her words. He turned around, looked at Xiao Wu's bright eyes, and said with a smile: "Hey, Xiao Wu, when did you become so powerful? Well, I want to test you. Tell me, if you really encounter danger, how do you plan to protect me?"

Xiao Wu perked up immediately after hearing this. She jumped off Tang San's back and stood in front of him. She struck a pose she thought was very handsome, and said with her hands on her hips, "Hmph, I can use my charm skill to confuse the enemy, and then take the opportunity to escape with you. Or, I can directly use my Soft Bone Rabbit spirit to beat the enemy to a pulp!"

Looking at Xiao Wu's serious expression, Tang San couldn't help but laugh out loud. He reached out and gently pinched her cheek, saying, "Okay, okay, Xiao Wu is the best. But I will also practice hard, and it will be my turn to protect you from now on."

Xiao Wu felt sweet after hearing this. She gently slapped Tang San's hand away and said coquettishly, "Who needs your protection? I can protect myself well. But since you are so sincere, we will protect each other from now on."

The two smiled at each other, and a sweet atmosphere filled the air.

Xiao Wu blinked her bright eyes, unable to suppress the doubts in her heart. She asked softly, "Third Brother, I've always been curious. We both have full innate soul power, but why is your soul power now over 30, while mine is only level 20? How did you cultivate so fast?"

After saying that, Xiao Wu pouted slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction on her face.

Hearing this, Tang San's heart tightened, and a barely perceptible panic flashed across his eyes.

He knew very well that Xiao Wu could not be informed of the matter of absorbing the right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor and secretly practicing the Clear Sky Hammer. The reasons behind this were too complicated, and any carelessness could bring danger to Xiao Wu.

After a brief hesitation, Tang San quickly gathered his thoughts, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he spoke:
"Xiao Wu, there's actually no special trick. I'm just more diligent than you. I spend a lot of time meditating and practicing every day, and I don't miss any opportunity to improve. Also, I found several ancient books on cultivation experience in the academy library. I learned a lot of unique breathing techniques from them, which can help me absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth more efficiently, and naturally improve my soul power faster."

Xiao Wu tilted her head, her eyes full of suspicion, staring intently into Tang San's, trying to find a flaw. She frowned slightly and said, "Is it really that simple? I feel like you're hiding something from me."

Tang San's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm. He reached out and gently touched Xiao Wu's head, saying softly:

"Xiao Wu, how could I lie to you? Look, as long as you spend more time meditating like me, and go to the library to look for those ancient books, you might be able to catch up with me soon."

Xiao Wu looked at Tang San's sincere eyes, and her doubts were slightly reduced. She sighed softly and said, "Okay, I hope I'm overthinking it. Then I will also work harder in my cultivation in the future and not let you fall too far behind."

Seeing that Xiao Wu seemed to believe what he said, Tang San secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Yes, Xiao Wu, I believe you can do it. Let's go to the library together to find those ancient books, exchange cultivation experiences, and make progress together."

Not far away, a burly man in a black robe stood on a big tree, his eyes like a hawk staring at the intimate interaction between Tang San and Xiao Wu. His figure was hidden under the black robe, and he exuded a mysterious aura. It was Tang Hao.

"A hundred thousand year old spirit beast, just like Ah Yin and I were back then." Tang Hao muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse, revealing the vicissitudes of life. He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching Xiao Wu's nimble figure, a complex look flashing in his eyes, like nostalgia, like worry.

"But why is it that every time I leave Notting City and return, Xiao San's strength increases significantly? Why is his cultivation speed so fast?" Filled with confusion, Tang Hao frowned, lost in thought. He knew the path of cultivation was difficult, and each level of soul power increase required tremendous effort, but Tang San's rate of progress was simply too astonishing. "Did he encounter some kind of fortuitous encounter? Or..." A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and Tang Hao's expression changed slightly as he muttered to himself.

Tang San was very smart. Every time he went to add a spirit ring to the Clear Sky Hammer, he would wait until Tang Hao was not in Notting City. With his tens of thousands of years of experience, he naturally knew very well when someone was following him and when no one was following him.

This also led to Tang Hao not yet realizing that Tang San was practicing the Clear Sky Hammer.

At this moment, in the office of Notting College, the master was boasting to the teachers with great eloquence. He was smug, waving his hands, and said with a beaming expression:
"Do you know? My disciple Tang San has now cultivated his spirit power to level 36. This cultivation speed is unprecedented and unparalleled across the entire continent! And this is all thanks to me. If it weren't for my unique and sophisticated martial spirit theory, how could Tang San have cultivated so quickly?"

As he spoke, the master puffed out his chest, his eyes full of pride and confidence.

Upon hearing this, the teachers in the office all expressed surprise. One of the older teachers frowned slightly and retorted, "Master, Tang San is exceptionally gifted, born with full soul power, and his inherent conditions are exceptional. His current achievements are the result of his own hard work and talent. How can it be attributed entirely to your spirit theory?"

When the master heard this, his expression changed slightly and he immediately defended himself:
"Talent is certainly important, but without proper guidance, talent is wasted. The training plan I developed for Tang San is in line with the characteristics of his martial spirit, allowing him to avoid countless detours. Take his Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, for example. Under my theoretical guidance, he trained the Blue Silver Grass into a life-type, continuously tapping its potential, and thus achieving a rapid increase in soul power."

Another young teacher couldn't help but interrupt, "Master, from what I understand, Tang San practices extremely diligently on a daily basis, often cultivating alone in the mountains behind the academy until late at night. This diligence can't be directly attributed to your theory. Moreover, perhaps he also had his own coincidences during his practice, which allowed his strength to grow so rapidly."

In the office of the academy, a fierce argument was going on. The master was talking to other teachers about Tang San's training results. His words were full of pride. He attributed Tang San's rapid progress entirely to his own martial arts theory.

At this moment, a teacher with a thin figure and sharp eyes could no longer bear it. He snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "Master, you really know how to flatter yourself. You keep saying that Tang San's current level 36 spirit power is all your credit. But look at yourself, you have lived for most of your life, and your spirit power is only level 29. Your disciple has surpassed you before he was ten years old. Don't you feel ashamed?"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the office.

The master's face instantly turned red like a ripe tomato. He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but was speechless for a moment.

At this time, another chubby teacher also spoke up, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "That's right, Master. You always say how powerful your martial spirit theory is and that you can guide outstanding disciples. But what about you yourself? After so many years, your spirit power has increased so slowly. I'm afraid your theory is only useful for Tang San, but not for yourself, right?"

Grandmaster clenched his fists tightly, veins popping out on the backs of his hands. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and said, "My martial spirit theory is naturally the result of countless research and practice. Tang San is the best proof of this. As for the slow improvement of my own spirit power, that's because of my martial spirit..."

Before he could finish, another young teacher interrupted him, "Your martial spirit is Luo Sanpao, right? It's truly unique, but after all these years, you haven't been able to fully understand it or evolve it. Instead, it's stagnated. You claim your theories can enable your disciples to grow rapidly, yet you yourself are stuck in the same place. It's truly hard to believe."

A trace of anger and helplessness flashed in the master's eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "What do you know! The value of the martial soul theory is not measured by one's own soul power level. Tang San's growth is the result of the combined effect of the martial soul theory and his own talent and hard work. Although my soul power is not high, my understanding of the martial soul is far beyond your reach."

"Understand?" An elderly teacher shook his head and sighed, "If your understanding was truly that profound, how could you have fallen so far on the path of a Spirit Master? Tang San's achievements are probably more due to his own luck and hard work. Stop deceiving yourself."

Recently, the master has been praising his favorite disciple Tang San with great enthusiasm whenever he meets someone, and all he talks about is Tang San's extraordinary talent and amazing training speed.

"Do you know? My disciple Tang San, at the age of nine, had already reached level 36 in spirit power. Such talent is extremely rare in the entire Douluo Continent!" The master's words were full of pride, as if Tang San's achievements today were all his own.

At first, the teachers in the academy only agreed politely, but as the Master's boasting grew more frequent, they gradually grew annoyed. But the Master remained oblivious, still immersed in his own world, continuing to spread the word about Tang San's deeds.

As the saying goes, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. The master publicized the matter so widely that it soon reached the Notting City Spirit Hall.

The bishop of the Spirit Hall of Notting City looked solemn upon hearing the news. He knew very well that such a gifted child would become a great man in the future. Whether he was used by the Spirit Hall or became an enemy, it would have a significant impact on the Spirit Hall.

The bishop did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and immediately wrote a letter, carefully describing Tang San's situation one by one, and then sent someone to deliver it at full speed to the Pope's Palace in Wuhun City.

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