Douluo Continent I: Martial Soul Demon Void Luo, adaptable to all things!

Before long, the two arrived at the cafeteria, each got some food, and sat down together to eat.

"By the way, when are we going to get spirit rings?"

Tang San suddenly remembered that only by becoming a Soul Master could he receive a subsidy of Gold Soul Coins. If he wanted to make hidden weapons, he would definitely need money to buy iron.

Mo Le shook his head, indicating that they would discuss this matter later.

"No rush. We need to decide which spirit beast to find first. Choosing a spirit ring is a big deal and can't be done casually."

"Let me find a suitable type of spirit beast for you first, and then look up the method for determining the age. Then we'll get spirit rings together."

Then he raised his head and looked at Tang San seriously.

"Now you need to figure out what direction you want your first soul skill to take."

Tang San pondered for a moment, countless thoughts flashing through his mind, and finally confirmed a direction.

"I want to increase my vitality. You said that the direction of Blue Silver Grass's evolution is to accumulate vitality and then evolve into Blue Silver King or even higher Blue Silver Grass."

"In that respect?" Mo Le asked.

"Vitality," Tang San replied.

"....."

Mo Le's lips twitched, and he looked at the other person speechlessly, saying, "I know it's vitality."

"I mean, what aspect of vitality do you need to improve, such as the seed, roots, stem, or leaves?"

Tang San was slightly taken aback. What was the difference between these?

When Mo Le saw Tang San's expression, he immediately understood that this guy had absolutely no idea how to cultivate plants.

That's true. Whether in his past life or this one, Tang San has hardly ever studied anything related to 'plant cultivation'. (Knowing the medicinal effects of plants and understanding how to cultivate and grow them are two different things. Mo Le knows a little about everything, but he's not an expert.)

Can plants like grass really be kept alive simply by watering them?

Do you think your martial soul is a cactus in the desert? Or maybe some people really do have a cactus as their martial soul, but your martial soul isn't a cactus either.

Afterwards, Mo Le thought about it and realized that it was reasonable for the other party not to understand.

After all, the two of them were in different environments and had different knowledge, and he certainly didn't know how to make hidden weapons.

With that thought in mind, he put his mind at ease and didn't care.

He began to explain the differences between the various body parts to Tang San.

"First and foremost is the root. Strengthening the root enhances your grounding ability. As long as the root is strong enough, no matter how powerful the attack, it won't be able to move you an inch. Moreover, if your force-dissipating technique is good enough, you can even redirect the enemy's attack force to your root, and then use your root to attack the enemy again."

"Then there's the stem, which can enhance the flexibility of the Blue Silver Grass. This is also a very important part of deflecting force, preventing it from being smashed to pieces by a single punch."

"Next is the leaf, which can enhance the sharpness of the leaf blade. When you bind your opponent, the moving Blue Silver Grass with its sharp leaves can turn into a meat grinder."

You can even poison the leaves.

However, since we're focusing on the life-giving route, we'll temporarily exclude Blue Silver Grass from our considerations regarding toxins.

"Finally, there are seeds, and there are many interpretations of this. For example, parasitic seeds, which grow and drain the enemy's life force after hitting them; or seed bombs, which cause an explosion or flash upon hitting an enemy, or release dust that can paralyze people, and so on."

"So, have you made up your mind?"

Tang San stroked his chin and then made a decision.

"Strengthen the seeds. Blue Silver Grass grows from seeds. Strengthening the seeds' vitality as the first step should help my Blue Silver Grass grow."

Mo Le nodded. He was also satisfied with Tang San's answer, after all, he also hoped that Tang San would come up with a seed bomb.

With Tang San's skill in using hidden weapons, if he were to conjure hundreds of seed bombs and use them on the enemy, he could take them down without them making a sound.

Mobile automatic bomb firing turret.

Just then, a figure walked up to the two of them.

"If it's a seed-type soul beast, I have some good suggestions."

"Hmm? Who are you?" Tang San looked at the newcomer and asked with some curiosity.

"You can just call me Master. I overheard your friend talking about the ways to improve plant-type martial souls, and I was quite surprised, so I came over."

The visitor was none other than Master Yu Xiaogang.

The other person was of medium build, slightly thin, and looked to be in their thirties or forties.

He had slightly messy white hair, an ordinary appearance, and wore a simple black and gray robe. He had a special aura, but looked a bit weak, probably because he stayed up late every night and didn't pay attention to rest.

He was watching Mo Le, who was munching on a steamed bun, with a satisfied expression.

"You have unique insights into plant-based martial souls. How about becoming my disciple?"

The master's words were startling; Mo Le, who was eating a steamed bun, choked on his food.

"Ugh! Ah!"

He kept patting his chest until Tang San handed him a glass of water.

[Mo Le needs to activate his Martial Soul, Demon Void, to gain the ability to 'adapt'. Without activating his Martial Soul, he cannot use Demon Void to adapt to suffocation.]

After finally recovering, the first thing Mo Le did was shake his head at the master.

"I don't have any plans to become an apprentice at the moment, sorry."

Seeing this, the master said no more; if the other party was unwilling, he could not force them.

"It's okay if you don't worship."

He turned to Tang San and asked:

"As a teacher, I will not go back on my word regarding the advice I just gave."

Tang San's eyes lit up when he heard this. He thought that if Mo Le didn't become his disciple, the master would turn around and leave.

He then looked at the master with anticipation.

"Master, what is your advice?"

"The Sunflower Monster is a soul beast that runs all over the mountain during the day and becomes motionless at night. It meets your needs for improving vitality and seeds."

As for determining its age, it's quite simple: just observe the horizontal lines on its face; a horizontal line will appear every twenty years.

Mo Le nodded. Although the master's knowledge was somewhat abstract, his knowledge of soul beasts was still quite good.

The reason someone is called a master is not just because of others' ridicule, but more so because they are truly capable.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be a master, but a piece of trash.

Mo Le had also read the master's ten core theories of martial spirits.

It stands out from a pile of messy information, and its logic is very reasonable and complete.

That's really at its maximum.

Perhaps the other person is not the most knowledgeable and learned person in the world.

But he is absolutely the person who has done right by Tang San in the world; he is practically Tang San's second father.

In the comics, Master Yu Xiaogang's theories are truly impressive; he has real skills. Unlike the novels and anime, one is mindless, the other abstract. Among the three—the Master (novel), the author (comic), and Yu Xiaogang (anime)—there must be one I can learn from.

After listening to what the master said, both Mo Le and Tang San agreed that there was some truth to what he said.

"In that case, let's set off now."

After finishing his steamed bun, Mo Le looked at Tang San, who had also finished eating, and offered his suggestion.

There was no other way; without money, you can't move an inch. Douluo's steamed buns were just plain steamed buns, and the kind that were extremely dry; he almost choked to death.

This isn't even the worst; below steamed buns, there are rye bread and so on.

The master was taken aback upon hearing this.

"Acquire a spirit ring? Child, you can only acquire spirit rings after reaching level ten."

"I know, but Tang San and I both have innate full soul power."

Mo Le casually revealed that they both possessed innate full soul power, since if the master were willing to investigate, he would surely find out that they both had innate full soul power.

Saying it directly now will give the other person a good impression of honesty.

Sure enough, Yu Xiaogang understood as soon as he heard it, and immediately turned his gaze to Mo Le.

"You're going too? Have you decided what kind of spirit ring you want to get?"

Mo Le nodded.

"When I obtained my martial soul, I had already decided that my development direction would be to enhance my survival ability, improve my defense, self-healing ability, and resilience."

As for attack power, the Demon-Slaying Sword is sufficient.

The master nodded, and then spoke:

"Perhaps, to improve your survivability, you can also improve your shield and evasion."

Mo Le's lips twitched. How could I not know how to save my life?

Bloodthirster, Blade of Despair, Zhonya's Hourglass, Flash, Resurrection Armor—I know way more about these things than you do.

You're silly, aren't you? This is the wisdom of modern people.

While the internet is full of junk knowledge and pornography, it can't directly make people smarter, but it can certainly broaden their horizons and expand their knowledge limits.

But he couldn't directly criticize the master, saying that the master's advice was useless, so he could only speak tactfully:

"My martial spirit only works when it comes into physical contact with the opponent."

The master paused, taken aback.

"I see. That makes sense. If you can help your good friend arrange the acquisition of spirit rings, you must be able to do the same for yourself. I was just overthinking it."

Mo Le waved his hand to indicate that it was no problem.

After all, the master's advice was indeed effective in saving one's life.

It just didn't have much effect on him.

How could the master know just how bad Mo Xu Luo's adaptability was?

Moxu Luo: I'll get used to it.