Douluo: Martial Soul Nine-Tailed Fox, I am the White Fox Emperor

He raised his question, "My Blue Silver Grass is a plant-type martial soul. Logically speaking, shouldn't it be most suitable to hunt plant-type soul beasts as soul rings?"

This issue is also a consensus among all Soul Masters on the mainland.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang showed no impatience but instead revealed an approving smile.

Only those who dare to question and are good at thinking deserve to be his disciples.

He patiently explained, "Tang San, you are my disciple, so naturally I would never harm you. You are right. The vast majority of Soul Masters on the continent currently believe that plant-type Martial Souls absorb plant-type Soul Beasts, while beast-type Martial Souls absorb animal-type Soul Beasts."

"This is why plant-type soul masters on the continent are generally weaker than beast-type soul masters of the same level."

"Because they're afraid!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice suddenly rose, "They are afraid that plant-type martial souls will cause unknown conflicts when they absorb animal soul rings, and they are afraid of failure, so they would rather choose the safest and most mediocre path!"

"But your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, which is completely different! What is the most important characteristic of Blue Silver Grass? It's adaptability!"
It possesses an indomitable vitality, like a wildfire that cannot be extinguished, only to spring back to life with the spring breeze! It has a far greater capacity for inclusion than other plant-based martial souls; even absorbing animal soul rings will not cause any problems!

"Even if we take a step back and think about it again, those powerful plant-type soul masters in the Spirit Hall, such as that Title Douluo Chrysanthemum Douluo, whose spirit is the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, does that mean that all nine of his spirit rings are plant-type soul beasts he absorbed?"

Yu Xiaogang let out a cold laugh: "That's absolutely impossible!"

He looked at Tang San with burning eyes, as if he were delivering a sacred sermon: "Well, Tang San, are you willing to believe in your teacher's theories and take a risk for your teacher and for your own bright future?"

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This time, Tang San fell silent, caught in a dilemma.

This is fundamentally different from the Tang San in the original novel who blindly trusted the master.

Because now he knows more, and he also has more concerns.

Just then, Tang Xiao, who had been silent all along, slowly spoke.

The voice of the Howling Sky Douluo was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"The reason why your teacher's theory is not recognized by the mainstream in mainland China is largely due to the ignorance and shortsightedness of those people."

Tang Xiao said calmly, "Your Blue Silver Grass can naturally choose to absorb a highly poisonous plant spirit beast as its first spirit ring, and it's even quite safe."

However, choosing this 400-year-old Mandragora Serpent will provide you with soul skills and attribute boosts that far surpass any plant-type soul beast of the same level.

He glanced at the datura snake, his eyes fixed on it as if it were a dead object.

Under the pressure of his soul power, the mandala snake was completely unable to move.

"Just like the Chrysanthemum Douluo your teacher mentioned, his martial soul, the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, is a top-tier plant martial soul. But I dare say that at least half of his nine soul rings come from powerful animal soul beasts."

"Why?" Tang Xiao asked back, then gave his own answer.

"Because high-level plant-type soul beasts are too rare and too weak! A ten-thousand-year-old plant-type soul beast may have great resilience, but its roots are mostly fixed underground, and even if it can move, its speed is pitifully slow."

"When facing animal spirit beasts of the same level, they are sitting ducks, with almost no advantage whatsoever. Do you think he could have cultivated to his current level if all nine of his spirit rings were from plant-type spirit beasts?"

Tang Xiao's words were like pearls, each one a powerful hammer blow, shattering Tang San's last doubts.

Yes.

A titled Douluo's personal testimony is far more convincing than any theory.

To become the strongest, you can't take the conventional path!
Tang San raised his head, the hesitation in his eyes vanished, replaced by an unprecedented determination.

"Teacher, Uncle, I understand."

"That's it!"

Clearly, the clever Tang San had once again been misled by Yu Xiaogang and Tang Xiao. Yu Xiaogang's theories sounded incredibly convincing and seemingly flawless, but that was because he only talked about successful cases, while glossing over the possibility of failure.

As for Tang Xiao
A brute who only knows how to swing a sledgehammer doesn't understand any theory!

All I can say is that one dares to teach and the other dares to believe; they're a perfect match.

The city of killing.

It was cold and damp, and the air was filled with a sweet, pungent smell of rust and decay that made one want to vomit.

"The rooms for the three of you have been prepared," the Slaughterer said coldly.

Behind her, Hu Bai, Hu Liena, and Xie Yue looked around at the row of simple rooms made of black stone.

The Slaughterer pointed to the three adjacent rooms, his tone icy and devoid of emotion: "These rooms are merely for your temporary accommodation. Remember, this is the Slaughter City, where danger lurks everywhere."

A cruel smile curved her red lips: "If you can't even protect your own rooms, and they get robbed or killed, then don't blame me for not warning you."

These words immediately made Xie Yue and Hu Liena's expressions turn serious.

According to the rules of the Killing City, or rather, "there are no rules," the Killing Messengers generally do not prepare rooms for newcomers.

They must struggle to survive in the chaos, using their fists and killing to win everything they have.

But the three of them were exceptions.

These three people were personally sent in by Pope Bibidon.

The reason she was given special accommodation was because she had just received direct instructions from above—the supreme King of Slaughter.

There are very few people on the entire continent who can earn the respect of even the King of Slaughter.

Having explained everything, the Killer's gaze finally fell on Hu Bai.

The boy looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, with silver hair and calm, unwavering black eyes; he was so handsome he seemed unreal.

His clean and pure aura was completely out of place in this dirty and bloody city.

"I will submit your application for the Hell Killing Arena today."

The Slaughterer said, "Once I've gathered ten people, I'll come and let you know to participate in the first match."

After saying that, she swayed her hips and walked away gracefully, disappearing into the dimly lit end of the street.

after one day.

There was a knock on the tightly closed door.

"Get ready. In fifteen minutes, the Hell Slaughter Arena will be your first life-or-death arena."

……

Hellish Slaughter Field.

This was a huge, empty circular field, with the empty space below teeming with fallen beings of all shapes and sizes.

They stared at the ten contestants below the stage with greedy, insane, and bloodthirsty eyes, letting out beast-like howls and roars.

"Fresh blood! Fresh blood has arrived again!"

Kill him! Tear him to pieces!

"That white-haired kid looks alright, with fair and delicate skin!" (End of Chapter)