In Douluo Continent, Tang San raids my base right from the start.

Chapter 5 Blue Silver Grass, even dogs won't eat it!

"Transformation and treasure hunting talents... Hmm... My martial soul should primarily possess the spiritual attribute, with a trace of spatial attribute. The spatial attribute is undoubtedly extremely powerful, but where am I going to find a soul beast with a spatial attribute?! The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger... it seems like this is the only one I'll have a chance to find and kill later." Thinking of this, Zhu Wu was very troubled.

"My abilities are limited, so finding a dragon-type spirit beast for my first spirit ring is probably difficult, let alone one with spiritual or spatial attributes. If all else fails, I'll have to lower my requirements and try to make it as close to my primary spiritual attribute as possible. But spiritual attribute spirit beasts are hard to find! Damn it, my spirit is just too difficult."

The potential of mental attributes is also quite good; Huo Gua is an example, serving as a ready-made reference.

How about we go to the Star Dou Great Forest sometime? Let's see if the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm will come to us on its own initiative.

The question is, is that much luck involved?

I'm afraid I'd die if I tried it; I'd most likely die!

"Let's just take it one step at a time." Shaking his head helplessly, Zhu Wu looked down at his martial spirit and sighed inwardly.

The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire is undoubtedly a good place, but only if one can safely sneak inside. And right now, he simply cannot. Leaving aside the challenge of Dugu Bo, the extreme polarities within are beyond his current capacity to withstand.

As for the Star Dou Great Forest, as the largest primeval forest on the continent, it must contain many rare and precious treasures. However, it is also accompanied by endless dangers.

After all, the Star Dou Great Forest is still the largest gathering place for soul beasts on this continent, with some dating back thousands of years.

"Sigh, I don't want to think about it anymore." He shook his head again. "What I need to do most right now is to learn about soul beasts and soul masters, and then level up to level 10. We'll think about the rest later."

"Little guy, I'll call you Xiaobai from now on." He said this as he quickly walked out of the house, holding the martial spirit.

Whether a martial spirit can grow and evolve through eating remains to be seen... Arriving in the backyard, he plucked a Blue Silver Grass from a corner and presented it to the martial spirit, nodding slightly.

"Little White, time to eat!"

The little white head immediately started shaking from side to side, conveying its disdain to Zhu Wu, as if to say something.

Blue Silver Grass, even dogs won't eat it!

"Is it because ordinary Blue Silver Grass has no cultivation, or is it because it has little medicinal power?" Zhu Wu wondered to himself, glancing at the herb garden beside him, dropping the Blue Silver Grass in his hand, and striding closer.

He bent down, somewhat reluctantly pulling out the he shou wu (Polygonum multiflorum) he had nurtured for a long time, intending to eat it after he got married, and presented it to Xiaobai. "Crunch crunch." Xiaobai brought its head closer and began to nibble on it.

"I have a feeling that what I awakened wasn't a treasure-hunting beast, but a gold-devouring beast, the picky kind. Also, judging from the situation, Little White can't directly absorb rare and precious materials from its belly space." Zhu Wu's lips twitched as he strode into the house.

"After the New Year, we'll have to go into the mountains to look for medicinal herbs again."

murmured to himself, he returned to the bedroom, placed the Polygonum multiflorum and the little white plant on the table, and quietly observed them.

Little Bai was too small and ate very slowly, taking quite a while to nibble off a small piece. After a short while, it stopped eating.

Looking up at Zhu Wu, who nodded slightly, she happily lowered her head. A flash of seven-colored scales appeared between her brows, and the palm-sized He Shou Wu in front of her instantly disappeared.

"So that's how it's stored." Zhu Wu raised an eyebrow, then a question popped into his mind, "By the way, can my separated martial spirit possess a body in battle?"

It seems that Yu Xiaogang never used Luo Sanpao's possession in the original work. It's unclear whether it's because detached martial souls are ineffective or because Yu Xiaogang's martial soul degenerated too severely.

"I can only wait until I get my first spirit ring to see." He sighed inwardly and stopped thinking about the problem.

"There are still three months until the academy starts. I need to focus on my cultivation during this time and try to break through to level 10 as soon as possible. As for Xiaobai's food, judging from its current condition, it doesn't seem to have a big appetite. It's probably too weak to digest too much medicinal power. After it finishes eating this He Shou Wu, I'll go into the mountains to search again. With Xiaobai's help now, finding medicine should be easier."

"Besides that, Xiaobai might be able to help with the explosives. Hmm, we need to give Xiaobai some special training during this period, such as turning it into a little bird and placing it inside the house."

Even in winter, there are birds; he heard magpies calling outside the door yesterday.

Thinking this, he called Xiaobai back and continued practicing the martial arts.

In the afternoon, Old Jack arrived, followed by several burly men.

"Awooo!" The pitiful screams soon echoed from the pigpen next to the yard.

Although Zhu Wu's awakened martial soul possessed level 6 innate soul power, it was still widely considered a useless martial soul. While it was a joyous occasion, it also carried a slightly awkward tone. Village Elder Jack and the villagers understood this, so after processing the pork, they each came to buy some to share in the good fortune, offered simple congratulations, and then took their leave. There was no need for a celebratory feast. Zhu Wu was happy to have some peace and quiet and politely saw everyone off.

Only the family of Old Jack, who had helped the most, and the family of Old Wang, whose wife had breastfed Zhu Wu, were allowed to stay and have dinner before leaving.

After dinner, Zhu Wu packed his things and went straight to his bedroom.

"Little White, this is the slag outlet of the furnace. You need to fly in and stick the stuff to this dead corner." Zhu Wu placed the Martial Soul Little White on his shoulder and explained in detail to the clay model of Tang Hao's forging furnace on the table, patiently giving instructions.

Logically, sticking the device to a corner of the ventilation duct would make it easier to detonate, since there's a roaring fire right below. However, considering Tang San's short stature, detonating it in the ventilation duct would mean the shockwave and debris might just glide past his head, or Tang San could react quickly enough to dodge them by ducking. Placing it in a corner near the slag outlet, close to his waist, would avoid this problem.

For no other reason than to have a wide enough reach.

As for adding more, there are too many potential problems.

If one or more of them hadn't detonated, even a fool would know it was deliberate. Tang Hao is, after all, a Title Douluo; it's hard to say he would definitely have been killed in the explosion. If he survived and went on a killing spree in a rage, that would be disastrous.

Therefore, just to be on the safe side, only one lump can be placed.

He planned to wrap the stove in multiple layers of clay, mixed with hard carbon slag. This might reduce its power, but it would be less likely to leave any marks. After all, Tang Hao's blacksmith shop's slag kiln was built with mud and had a layer of carbon slag at the bottom; the materials were exactly the same.

Given the power he anticipated, the outer layer of soil would definitely be reduced to dust, making it indistinguishable.

As for the smell of gunpowder, Tang Hao knew nothing about gunpowder!

Of course, it's unrealistic to completely rule out Tang Hao's suspicion that the explosion was man-made.

"I hope nothing unexpected happens," he thought to himself.

"I just awakened my martial spirit today, so to be on the safe side, I'll do it a few days later." With that thought in mind, he continued to guide Xiaobai.

Soon, as night deepened and all was quiet, Zhu Wu began practicing the longevity exercises.

I haven't learned the meditation method used for Soul Master cultivation yet, and I haven't figured out the cultivation path, so for now I can only rely on practicing the movements to cultivate.

Two hours later, he shook himself out and went to bed.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, he got up early to practice the Vajra Skill, resting when he got tired and helping his grandfather, Zhu Gang, with household chores. After finishing, he continued practicing. Since the moves he was learning didn't exist in this world, to avoid arousing Tang San's suspicion, he had always practiced in his bedroom for many years. With the window facing the open space, Tang San had nowhere to hide, so he wasn't worried about being spied on.

He dared not keep the poisonous herbs he brought back from the mountains indoors.

There's nothing wrong with that; I'm a little worried that my grandfather might be woken up by Tang San breaking into the house in the middle of the night and "forced" to kill him to silence him.

It's not that he overthinks things; it's just that Tang San in the original story was really good at finding excuses to kill, and his famous saying about the art of self-destruction left a deep impression on him. Better safe than sorry, and for the sake of his life and safety, he felt it was right to play it safe.

Besides, does it make a difference whether the herbs are planted indoors or outdoors?

Whether it's a fence or a gate, they've always been used to keep out honest people, not thieves. For professional thieves, prevention is certainly ineffective.

In the evening, we continued to reinforce Xiaobai's impression.

(End of this chapter)