Chapter 286: The Blue Silver Grass That Forever Lost Its Vitality, Tang San's Emptiness
Recently, Tang San had rarely come to seek advice from Yu Xiaogang.
Even during their daily encounters, there was a sense of deliberate distance between them.
Yu Xiaogang only felt that all his painstaking efforts had been completely misunderstood.
The frustration in his heart surged endlessly, almost overflowing from his chest.
He had spent half his life immersed in researching martial soul theories.
Born into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he was the direct son of the clan leader.
He should have possessed a bright future that countless others envied.
Yet, because of the malicious mutation of his martial soul, his soul power was forever trapped at rank twenty-nine. He was rejected by his clan and mocked by the world.
Everyone called him trash, the disgrace of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
His body was limited by his mutated martial soul, but his mind had never stopped pursuing research.
He exhausted half a lifetime of effort refining his martial soul theories, all for the sake of proving his own value to the world.
He once believed that Tang San was the best practitioner of his life's theories, the only hope he had to break the world's prejudice against him.
But now, the disciple he valued the most did not understand him, the woman he loved avoided him, and the theories he took pride in seemed to be collapsing little by little.
Yu Xiaogang sat stiffly before the desk, feeling nothing but exhaustion.
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness swallowed his entire being.
After his thoughts surged for a long time, Yu Xiaogang eventually stood up.
He decided to find Tang San and have a proper talk with him again.
He always believed that as long as he explained the advantages and disadvantages clearly once more, Tang San would definitely understand his painstaking intentions.
After tidying his robes, he turned around and walked out of the office, heading toward the Shrek students' dormitory area.
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The afternoon sunlight passed through the academy's tree leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
However, Yu Xiaogang paid no attention to the surrounding scenery.
Along the way, Blue Tyrant Academy students constantly brushed past him, their gazes filled with contempt.
This contempt was not only because his soul power was trapped at rank twenty-nine.
More importantly, they already disliked this group of people from Shrek.
The students of Blue Tyrant Academy had all discovered that after these Shrek people arrived,
Not only had they taken away their qualifications to participate in the Soul Master Tournament, but they had also taken most of the resources.
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang had no time to care about these piercing gazes. His mind was filled with what he wanted to say to Tang San.
His footsteps became faster and faster, and soon he arrived at the entrance of Tang San's dormitory.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.
"Xiao San, are you there? I have something I want to discuss with you."
He knocked twice more with greater force, yet there was still only dead silence.
"Hmm, this is… the smell of blood?"
A faint bloody smell drifted out through the gap in the door.
Yu Xiaogang's heart tightened, and he reached out to push open the dormitory door.
The instant the door opened, a shocking scene came into view.
Tang San was lying on the cold floor of the dormitory, his face pale as paper, with a glaring trace of crimson blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes were tightly shut, his aura weak, and he had already fallen into a deep coma.
"Xiao San!!!"
Yu Xiaogang's footsteps suddenly accelerated as he rushed to Tang San's side.
His heart felt as though it had been fiercely gripped by an invisible hand, even causing his breathing to become hurried.
His voice carried an extreme sense of panic as he shouted outside.
"Someone! Someone come quickly! Oscar! Come here quickly!"
Not long after his shout fell, a figure hurriedly rushed inside.
"Grandmaster, you were looking for me?"
Oscar asked in confusion.
Wasn't this Tang San's dormitory?
When he saw Tang San lying unconscious on the ground, his expression changed slightly.
"What happened to Tang San?"
Yu Xiaogang was so anxious that his forehead was covered in sweat, and even his voice trembled uncontrollably.
"When I came in, I saw him lying on the ground unconscious, and he had even vomited blood."
"Oscar, quickly, use your recovery sausage!"
Hearing this, a trace of reluctance flashed across Oscar's face, but he still immediately activated his martial soul.
"I, your father, have a big sausage!"
The yellow soul ring flashed with light, and a recovery sausage emitting a soft white glow appeared in his hand.
He pried open Tang San's mouth and roughly stuffed the sausage inside.
As the sausage entered his stomach, the medicinal power slowly spread.
Tang San's aura finally stabilized slightly and was no longer as weak as before.
Oscar stared at the still unconscious Tang San and curled his lips.
"Could Tang San have suffered cultivation deviation?"
His voice was very low, tinged with sarcasm.
Hearing Oscar's words, Yu Xiaogang's brows furrowed even deeper.
But right now, all his attention was focused on Tang San, and he had no time to care about Oscar's tone.
His gaze remained firmly locked on Tang San, afraid that another accident might happen to him.
Not long after, Tang San's eyelashes trembled lightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was unfocused.
Only after quite a while did his eyes finally regain clarity, allowing him to see the two people beside him.
"Teacher?"
Seeing him wake up, Yu Xiaogang finally relaxed most of his worried heart.
"Xiao San, you're awake? How are you? What exactly happened? Why did you suddenly vomit blood and faint?"
"..."
Tang San did not immediately answer him.
He struggled to sit up.
"Cough, cough!"
A tearing pain came from his chest, causing him to let out a muffled cough.
Another trace of pale red bloody foam overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes were filled with intense panic and confusion.
He immediately activated his soul power and released his martial soul.
Blue Silver Grass extended from his palm.
However, the Blue Silver Grass before him was completely different from its previous tough and vibrant appearance.
At this moment, the Blue Silver Grass had a dull luster, and its leaves were weak and curled, completely losing its former vitality.
Even its most basic soul power fluctuations had become incredibly faint.
Even the bloodline connection between him and the Blue Silver Grass, which he was most familiar with, had become intermittent and nearly severed.
Tang San lowered his eyes and stared at the lifeless Blue Silver Grass in his palm. His body trembled slightly.
His voice carried deep panic and confusion. "Teacher… What happened to my martial soul?"
"These past few days, I've been holding back my frustration and cultivating day and night. I only wanted to increase my strength as quickly as possible."
"Just now, while I was circulating my soul power to break through my bottleneck, I suddenly felt the connection between me and the Blue Silver Grass martial soul being forcefully severed by something."
"An extremely powerful rejection force erupted from the origin of the Blue Silver Grass martial soul and directly impacted my meridians. After that, I lost consciousness."
"I keep feeling like I've lost something extremely important."
"Teacher, what exactly is going on?"
Tang San asked anxiously.
That hollow feeling of losing something was extremely intense, and even now, its lingering sensation remained.
"A martial soul problem?"
Yu Xiaogang's gaze fell on the withered Blue Silver Grass, and his brows deeply furrowed, twisting into a knot.
He had studied martial soul theories for half his life and had seen countless cases of damaged martial souls, martial soul mutations, and martial soul backlash.
But he had never seen a martial soul's origin actively reject its own host.
This completely exceeded all his theoretical understanding.
He had absolutely no idea what problem Tang San's martial soul had encountered, much less how to provide a solution.
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