Chapter 37: Three Years, Do You Know How I Spent These Three Years?
"Teacher, I know my body very well. Daily practice of the Mysterious Heaven Art has replenished my underlying strength," Tang San said.
"Don't be careless!" said Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang feared that Tang San's potential would hinder his subsequent development.
He hadn't missed the later stages of the Twin Spirits in his plan; by that, he meant the Soul Sect and Soul King stages.
Like any other Soul Master, Yu Xiaogang secretly believed that Blue Silver Grass was a useless Spirit. Tang San's Blue Silver Grass simply happened to have a peak of innate Soul Power.
Therefore, he never considered Tang San to persist in cultivating with Blue Silver Grass to reach Titled Douluo, or even Soul Sage.
In his true plan, Tang San only needed to cultivate with Blue Silver Grass to reach Soul King, then transition to cultivating the Clear Sky Hammer and attaching ten-thousand-year Spirit Rings to each one.
But Blue Silver Grass was still Blue Silver Grass. Even with a body full of innate Soul Power, achieving Soul King status would be incredibly difficult.
Tang San's physical foundation might be damaged now, and that was something he absolutely could not allow.
If, because of this, Tang San's cultivation was flawed and the Clear Sky Hammer couldn't complete the feat of forming all ten thousand year Spirit Rings, then Yu Xiaogang would regret it for the rest of his life.
"Teacher, I won't joke about my own cultivation," Tang San insisted.
He looked at Yu Xiaogang with a resolute gaze.
"I awakened to full innate Soul Power and obtained my first Spirit Ring three years ago, breaking through to level thirteen. But now, three years later, I haven't even broken through to level twenty!"
"Teacher, do you know how I've been through these past three years?"
Xiao Wu is already at level two, and he's still not!
Sun Qi is already level fifteen, and he's still at level nineteen.
Sun Qi was only level one when he first awakened his Spirit, while he was a full level ten.
Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang with a rare look of resentment.
"Is it because my Spirit is Blue Silver Grass?"
Yu Xiaogang fell silent.
It was hard to say.
Tang San also had a different suspicion in his mind.
This suspicion was just a hint, and he was even suppressing himself from thinking too much.
However, ever since Sun Qi uttered that unfinished sentence half a month ago, he had a thorn in his heart, and all kinds of bad thoughts about Yu Xiaogang began to emerge.
Especially when practicing, he would always unconsciously come up with many conspiracy theories.
"Breakthrough, must break through level 20 as soon as possible!" His belief in his heart was very strong.
He wanted to know what his cultivation speed would be like after obtaining the Ghost Vine Spirit Ring.
"I just want to know one answer."
According to the cultivation speed of full innate Soul Power, it took three years to reach level 6. This was very abnormal.
Two levels in a year—a top-tier achievement at Notting Academy—but in reality, it was a snail's pace.
It might seem like Xiao Wu wasn't much behind him, as Xiao Wu had only been reaching the second ring for less than six months. However, she had reached it from level eleven, two levels higher than Tang San.
Comparing them, Tang San felt there must be something wrong with his own cultivation speed.
"Mandragora Snake, animal-type Spirit Ring, Ghost Vine, plant-type Spirit Beast..."
If his cultivation speed improved after obtaining the second Spirit Ring, then he couldn't follow the teacher's plan and choose a spider-type Spirit Beast for the third.
A thought formed in Tang San's mind.
"Xiao Gang,"
the dean's voice echoed from outside the infirmary.
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang simultaneously looked out the door.
Yu Xiaogang's gaze narrowed as he caught sight of Ning Fengzhi's attire behind the dean.
It was the emblem of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Moreover, this demeanor...
a name popped into his mind.
Ning Fengzhi!
Why would he come in person?
Oh no!
Yu Xiaogang thought to himself that this was not good. Tang San's identity was implicated in so many things.
He couldn't think of any reason why Ning Fengzhi would come to Notting City.
Only Tang San held such a strong allure.
But how did Ning Fengzhi know Tang San?
Had the battle from two weeks ago actually leaked out?
"Are you Sect Master Ning?"
Yu Xiaogang quickly adjusted his demeanor and addressed Ning Fengzhi.
Upon hearing this, Tang San stood aside, silent.
Ning Fengzhi's gaze rested on Yu Xiaogang for only a moment, then he began to assess Tang San.
"Are you Tang San?"
Being stared at by Ning Fengzhi, and having his name spoken directly, Tang San was startled.
He looked at Ning Fengzhi, but he had no impression of him.
His eyes also swept over the seven-story pagoda pattern on Ning Fengzhi's clothes. Remembering that his teacher had called this person Sect Master Ning, Tang San began to suspect this person's identity.
However, his suspicions only deepened. He didn't know why this Sect Master of the Upper Three Sects knew his name, and now seemed to be coming for him.
"What's your father's name?" Ning Fengzhi asked.
Tang San was puzzled.
He didn't know why Ning Fengzhi would ask his father's name directly.
"My father—"
"Xiao San!" Yu Xiaogang interrupted Tang San, his expression very serious.
He sensed something was amiss, and knew Ning Fengzhi's visit was not a good intention.
It is very likely that once Tang San's identity is confirmed, Tang San will be in trouble.
"Hmm?"
Ning Fengzhi looked at Yu Xiaogang coldly.
"Yu Xiaogang, there are some accounts that I want to settle with you." Gu Rong's voice was hoarse and full of oppression.
The fluctuations of his Soul Power were released, making Yu Xiaogang feel a heavy weight. The whole person fell to the ground in an instant, his face terrified.
Ning Fengzhi looked at Tang San with a calm face.
"Tang San, what is your father's surname and name?"
Tang San frowned and said, "You must have misunderstood. My father's name is Tang Hao. He is just a blacksmith in the village."
Ning Fengzhi's pupils shrank when he heard Tang Hao's name.
Even though he had guessed it long ago, he still had strong emotions when he heard it from Tang San.
"Blacksmith?" Ning Fengzhi murmured, "When he was young, he must have been quite famous. He seemed to be a master craftsman?"
This about the blacksmith wasn't surprising.
Ning Fengzhi knew that most direct disciples of the Clear Sky Sect possessed a good blacksmithing skill, and this was also the process by which they practiced their cloaks.
Tang San's pupils constricted.
He had unexpectedly learned about his father's past from Ning Fengzhi.
"It seems that it's true, you are his son."
Ning Fengzhi's words made Yu Xiaogang's face darken.
"Sect Master Ning, the three sects are of the same blood. Xiao San—"
"Don't worry, we, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, will not implicate him in his father's account." Ning Fengzhi said.
Tang San's pupils constricted.
His father's account?
Did his father actually provoke the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?
How could that be?
Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Gu Rong spoke again.
"His father's debt should be paid by his father. As for Tang San, he should pay his dues."
Yu Xiaogang had just breathed a sigh of relief, but now his heart sank again.
"Your Majesty, Bone Douluo, I wonder how Tang San has offended the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Gu Rong sneered.
"He didn't offend the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but he did offend me."
Yu Xiaogang looked puzzled.
In reality, he was mentally calculating rapidly, wondering how Tang San could possibly have offended Bone Douluo.
Tang San had never left Notting City since he was born. If he had a grudge against someone...
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