abc-du-gratuit Chapter 19 The Arrogant Master
Chapter 19 The Arrogant Master
Chapter 19 The Arrogant Master
A few days later, Tang Chuan returned to Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.
Standing at the academy gate, gazing at the familiar entrance and the bustling crowd, Tang Chuan smiled slightly. At this moment, his soul power far surpassed that of his peers. He possessed the Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone and had absorbed a mutated Thousand-Year Illusionary Hidden Flower soul ring, making his strength incomparable to what it was before.
But he showed no intention of revealing it.
"A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." This was a saying he always kept in mind.
Therefore, before returning to the academy, Tang Chuan immediately used the soul skill granted by his first soul ring, using his simulation ability to suppress the immense soul power within his body.
To outsiders, Tang Chuan was still just a useless boy whose martial soul was Blue Silver Grass and whose innate soul power was only level one.
Pushing open the wooden door of Dormitory 7, Tang Chuan skillfully walked back to his bed, then closed the window, gently exhaled, and entered a meditative state.
Immediately afterwards, his breathing gradually calmed down, and his consciousness gradually became more introspective.
The soul power within his body flowed slowly like a gushing spring. With the support of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, it resembled clear, flowing streams, brimming with vitality.
The next second, the Blue Silver Grass quietly sprouted from his palm, full of vitality, with wisps of blue-gold light faintly visible on its surface.
"This time when I come back, Tang Hao shouldn't be able to tell that my soul power level has changed, right?" Tang Chuan thought to himself after a moment of silence, looking at the Blue Silver Grass in his palm.
"However... after I absorbed the right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, if he were secretly observing me, wouldn't he notice something?"
Tang Chuan's fingertips gently traced the edge of the bed, his eyes remaining calm, but beneath that calm lay a sharp, insightful power.
"Even if he discovers something... so what? I am, after all, his son. No matter how much he suspects, he can't just come and kill me."
"At most—" Tang Chuan's lips curled slightly, revealing a confident yet cold smile.
"He'll be curious about why my soul power has increased so quickly, and he'll suspect that I've had some kind of extraordinary encounter."
Thinking of this, Tang Chuan slowly opened his eyes. The dormitory was still quiet, with only the rustling sound of the night wind whistling through the treetops outside the window.
He didn't get up immediately, but lay on the bed with a deep look in his eyes, his thoughts gradually drifting back to those days that were sealed deep in his memory.
"Heh... Tang Hao, Tang Hao." Tang Chuan's voice was barely audible, yet carried a hint of coldness: "Do you still remember those years in Holy Soul Village? Tang San and I were both your biological sons, but when did I ever exist in your eyes, even for a second?"
His fists clenched, and the mottled yet clear past involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Before Tang Chuan and Tang San awakened their martial souls, Tang Hao was a heavy drinker, taciturn, sleeping during the day and hammering iron at night. Apart from the sound of his hammer, there was only his snoring.
The two brothers were young, and even when they were starving, they would go out to find wild vegetables and dig up sweet potatoes. Sometimes they would even risk being bitten by wild dogs to steal chickens and catch rabbits.
When she got home, she had to get up early to cook for Tang Hao.
Back then, Tang Hao had a temper as volatile as a wild beast in the mountains.
"The food is a bit too salty?" A slap landed on his face.
The food's a bit cold? He kicked the table over.
Tang Chuan still remembers the time when he accidentally burned the pot while cooking porridge. Tang Hao grabbed him by the collar, threw him outside, and made him roll in the mud.
And what about Tang San?
At that time, they were just five or six years old, like me.
Everything changed on the day Tang San awakened his martial soul. Upon learning that Tang San possessed twin martial souls and innate full soul power, Tang Hao changed his previous attitude and even embraced Tang San for the first time.
From then on, Tang Hao stopped letting Tang San cook and even personally taught him forging.
It seemed as if only at this moment did he remember that he had a son—Tang San.
As for Tang Chuan, in Tang Hao's eyes he was still a good-for-nothing who was only fit to cook for him. Tang Hao's attitude towards Tang Chuan remained unchanged.
The useless martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, has only level one innate soul power!
Tang Hao sealed Tang Chuan's fate with a single sentence: "It's fine for you to stay in the village and be an ordinary blacksmith. Why go to a Soul Master Academy? It's a waste of time. Who will cook for me if you leave?"
Blue silver grass gently danced across my fingertips, its blue-gold light shimmering faintly in the night.
"Tang Hao, one day I will make you realize that the trash you once looked down on is stronger than your precious son with twin martial souls."
"And that day is not far off."
After saying that, Tang Chuan slowly closed his eyes, his soul power quietly flowing through his body, and the light of the blue silver grass in his palm was like a heartbeat, pulsating continuously.
That night, he meditated incessantly, his thoughts never ceasing.
.........
A few days later, sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, dappling the forest behind Notting College.
As usual, Tang Chuan sat quietly on a blue stone in the forest behind the mountain, closed his eyes and meditated. Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his palm and resonated quietly with the Blue Silver Grass around him.
At this moment, not far from the back mountain.
The master and Tang San were standing under a tree, silently watching this scene.
"Teacher," Tang San had been observing Tang Chuan's recent daily life, and he said softly, "Although my brother has very poor talent, he cultivates very diligently. I can see him going back and forth between the library and the back mountain almost every day... He never slacks off."
The master nodded, his expression calm, and said, "Your brother is indeed diligent and has some cleverness. Knowing that he has a Blue Silver Grass martial soul, he chose to meditate and cultivate in this forest rich in Blue Silver Grass. Plant martial souls can indeed slightly accelerate the growth of their soul power in a dense vegetation environment."
Tang San nodded in agreement: "I also think my brother is very diligent. I saw him looking through the book 'The Development History of Plant-Type Martial Souls' in the library just a few days ago."
Upon hearing this, the master frowned slightly, and his expression immediately turned somewhat disdainful.
"Little San, your brother... what a pity about his talent." The master sighed, his tone gradually becoming tinged with sarcasm: "His innate soul power is only level one, and his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. With such aptitude, he is destined to achieve little in his entire life."
Tang San paused for a moment, wanting to refute, but not knowing how to begin.
After a moment, he said, "Teacher, I think my brother really enjoys studying martial spirit theory. Maybe he can become a master of martial spirit theory like you in the future."
Upon hearing this, a contemptuous smile immediately appeared on the master's originally calm face.
"Heh." Shaking his head, the master's tone was undisguisedly sarcastic. "With his limited intelligence, do you think he could become a master of martial spirit theory?"
The master's tone gradually rose, carrying a self-important pride: "Little San, you must understand that not everyone can be like your teacher, who has read extensively, studied diligently, proposed martial spirit theories, and forged a new path to become a master of martial spirit theory."
At this point, he pointed to his head, his voice full of arrogance: "The reason why the teacher is where he is today is entirely due to the wisdom here."
"What does researching martial spirit theory rely on? It relies on a unique approach and boundless imagination. But your brother doesn't even understand the most basic cultivation direction of Blue Silver Grass. He won't achieve much on the path of martial spirit theory."
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