Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

He couldn't face the fact that his third spirit ring was white.

Yu Xiaogang picked up a tattered cloth from who-knows-where and carefully wiped it on his dagger.

He said slowly and deliberately, "Aside from the slight changes in appearance, the only thing is that the original tea fragrance has disappeared, and it has been replaced by a faint stench."

"However, these changes are all minor, and most importantly, the resilience has not been greatly affected!"

Yu Xiaogang relayed all the information he had observed and tested to Tang San.

He then stroked his chin and muttered some of his guesses: "It seems that the age of this soul beast is too young, so it can't have much of an effect on your Blue Silver Grass!"

Unlike Yu Xiaogang.

Upon learning of these changes, Tang San's face was filled with deep pain, and he was so angry that he felt like he was about to grind his teeth to powder!

He loathed the stench emanating from the blue silver grass.

What normal person could accept their martial spirit becoming so disgusting?!

The fact that Yu Xiaogang said the age limit was too low deeply stung him.

The third spirit ring is white!

One can imagine the ridicule he will face during future battles!

How utterly ridiculous that would be!

Yu Xiaogang naturally noticed the pain on Tang San's face and reached out to touch his head.

"Alright, now unleash your third soul skill!"

"Teacher, are we really going to use it?!" Tang San's body trembled, and his face, which had become a little rosy after drinking a bowl of chicken soup, turned pale again.

"It's just the two of us, master and disciple, what do you have to worry about?" Yu Xiaogang gave a stiff smile.

"Fine, alright!" Tang San gritted his teeth.

He activated his soul power.

A dazzling white ring encircled the blue silver grass flashed with a white light.

The Blue Silver Grass swaying around Yu Xiaogang showed no change.

But Yu Xiaogang's face visibly darkened.

It felt like being choked.

With a thick neck and a hoarse voice, he said, "That's enough, hurry up and put it away!"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang waving his hands repeatedly, Tang San, whose face had turned red from holding his breath, quickly put away his Blue Silver Grass.

Just as Yu Xiao was about to catch her breath, her expression changed.

But they found that the smell had not yet dissipated.

He immediately held his breath.

Neither the master nor the apprentice spoke.

There wasn't even a sound of breathing...

Yu Xiaogang had to admit that he had been careless.

I never expected that a mere white spirit ring could cause such sustained damage.

Even with his long-standing influence from Luo Sanpao, he was somewhat powerless to resist.

After a moment of silence, Yu Xiaogang stood up and walked to the window.

Open the windows.

He took a deep breath: "Xiao San, open the window and let the sunlight in. It will help you recover!"

As the light shone down, Tang San's face darkened.

He clenched his fists tightly.

Gradually, the stench that filled the air finally dissipated.

Tang San was the first to break the silence.

"teacher!"

Yu Xiaogang turned around and looked at his disciple, whose face was somewhat heavy and conflicted.

"What's wrong, mistress?"

Tang San pondered for a moment, then his lips moved slightly: "I want to cultivate a second martial soul..."

"..." Yu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked back to the bedside.

His face showed a mixture of uncertainty and surprise: "What did you say?!"

"This disciple says, I want to cultivate a second martial soul!"

Tang San lowered his head, raised his voice, and repeated it.

Bang!

Yu Xiaogang glared and slammed his hand on the table next to the bed, making a loud bang.

He shouted at Tang San and firmly refused.

"Impossible! Absolutely not!"

At this moment, he abandoned his usual composure and let out a roar.

"You mistress! Do you know what you're saying? Have you forgotten my teachings? What did I tell you before? Have you forgotten everything?!"

Tang San raised his head, his eyes filled with stubbornness: "This disciple has not forgotten! You said that without your permission, this disciple is not allowed to attach a spirit ring to the Clear Sky Hammer!"

"Since you still remember! Then why... did you say such stupid things!?" Yu Xiaogang was like a tiger ready to devour its prey, his eyes cold and full of majesty.

"Teacher, do you know?! Ye Qiu, who left without saying goodbye all those years ago, is back! He's different...very different!"

Tang San's face showed a look of panic, and the scenes of being crushed and ravaged by Ye Qiu repeatedly echoed in his mind.

"That Ye Qiu from back then?" Yu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment, and his long-sealed memories were unlocked.

"How could it be him!?"

He had always believed that Ye Qiu, whom Flander and the others were talking about, was from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

If it weren't for Tang San, he wouldn't even remember that insignificant kid from back then.

But... shouldn't that ordinary little brat have disappeared from this world long ago?

At that time, His Majesty Haotian clearly said that he had disappeared forever!

Could it be that I have misunderstood Your Majesty's meaning?

Did Your Majesty spare that ant?

Yu Xiaogang frowned deeply.

However, before Yu Xiaogang could think it through, Tang San's next words reignited his anger!

"Do you know? Ever since I came here, I could only watch helplessly as Xiao Wu was taken away by him, and she looked so shy in his arms!"

In Tang San's constant delusions.

The image of the usually charming Xiao Wu being pinned down by Ye Qiu, being wantonly ravaged and abused, kept flashing through his mind...

Thinking of all this, she clutched her heart tightly with both hands, her eyes bloodshot and glistening with tears.

He spoke with a hoarse voice, yet with great restraint.

"And I... I could only watch... I couldn't do anything! I tried to take Xiao Wu back, but my once-proud hidden weapons couldn't even hurt him in the slightest!"

Gradually, her eyes turned red, and her voice became choked with sobs.

"Even... I don't know why... my martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, was completely powerless against Ye Qiu! What's more..."

Even more so, his very foundation, the Tang Clan's secret techniques!

That beast stole all of their skills!

Those who steal the Tang Clan's secret techniques deserve to be executed by slow slicing! Their deaths are not a pity!

Thinking of this, Tang San's eyes turned extremely sinister, and his killing intent burst forth like a cold, venomous snake!

The hatred in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

Ignoring his internal injuries, he roared to the sky.

"Therefore! This disciple will cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul; I will kill Ye Qiu!"

A little sweetness welled up from his throat, churning in his mouth, but it couldn't stop his roar!

"Gulp! Kill him! Make him pay for what he did!"

"I'm going to smash him into mincemeat!"

Fresh blood dripped from his mouth and onto the blanket.

His bloodshot eyes bulged out, his lower lip was stained with blood, and his face was twisted and ferocious, like a man-eating demon!

"Tang San!"