Chapter 32: Tang San is Anxious, How to Cultivate the Second Spirit
Chapter 32: Tang San is Anxious, How to Cultivate the Second Spirit
Tang San sniffled, his face burning with pain.
He lowered his head in shame, his voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz: "The one who defeated me... was Lin Qingmo."
"Lin Qingmo?"
Yu Xiaogang froze upon hearing this.
He adjusted his glasses, searching through his memory for this name.
"Who is he? An outsider Spirit Master?"
The setting sun outside the window dyed the room a warm gold, with dust motes dancing slowly in the beams of light.
Tang San fell silent.
He bit his lower lip, nearly drawing blood.
"He’s a Work-Study Student who’s been missing for over half a year... he just came back today."
He spoke the last few words with great difficulty.
"A Work-Study Student?"
Yu Xiaogang was completely stunned, his eyes widening slightly behind his lenses.
He walked up to Tang San and carefully examined this prized Disciple.
Tang San’s clothes were covered in dust, and his face was black and blue, clearly having suffered a crushing defeat.
This was done by an academy Work-Study Student?
"Mm... he returned to the academy today, so I went to challenge him."
Tang San’s voice grew lower and lower, filled with resentment.
"In the end, he didn’t even use his Spirit or spirit rings, yet he beat me like this."
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.
"He’s very arrogant, saying he could crush me even without using a Spirit... I wasn’t convinced."
The sounds of distant students’ laughter drifted in from outside, making the silence in the office even more pronounced.
"As a result... I couldn’t even touch the corner of his clothes."
By the end, Tang San’s voice was almost inaudible.
Every detail of that battle replayed repeatedly in his mind—
Lin Qingmo had avoided all the Blue Silver Grass as if taking a leisurely stroll, his figure as fast as the wind.
His punches seemed casual, yet they always struck Tang San with precision.
That ease and composure were more hurtful than any mockery.
Tang San looked up, a glimmer of longing in his eyes.
"Teacher, when can I Cultivate my second Spirit?"
The question burst out, carrying the characteristic urgency of a youth.
Yu Xiaogang’s expression instantly became serious.
"Little San, why are you asking this?"
He crouched down and looked directly into Tang San’s eyes.
"Don’t tell me you want to Cultivate your second Spirit now?"
Tang San nodded vigorously, the expectation in his eyes almost overflowing.
"Teacher, right now I’m... too weak."
His voice trembled with excitement.
"If I Cultivate my second Spirit, I’ll become stronger and be able to defeat him!"
At this moment, his mind was filled with nothing but the thought of becoming stronger.
He wanted to prove he was no worse than anyone else and wash away today’s humiliation in front of Xiao Wu.
Yu Xiaogang stood up abruptly, his face stern.
"No!"
His voice was resolute, echoing through the room.
"You absolutely cannot Cultivate your second Spirit now!"
"Why?"
Tang San stood up in his haste, aggravating his wounds and grimacing in pain.
But he didn’t care about that; he just stared at Yu Xiaogang.
"Teacher, I want to become stronger!"
His eyes were full of incomprehension and grievance.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, suppressing the anxiety in his heart.
He walked to the window, watching the sky outside gradually darken.
"Little San, have you forgotten what I told you?"
His tone softened slightly but remained firm.
"Cultivating a second Spirit requires extremely harsh conditions."
"Your current physical strength is insufficient, and your spirit power foundation is not solid. Forcing cultivation will lead to damaged Meridians and Spirit disorder."
He turned around, looking at Tang San with a solemn gaze.
"It might even prevent you from making progress for the rest of your life!"
In fact, he still hadn’t fully researched the cultivation method for twin spirits.
This kind of Spirit was too rare, lacking sufficient cases for reference.
In this World, there is only one person who possesses twin spirits and has cultivated to the Titled DouluoRank... Yu Xiaogang walked back to Tang San’s side and patted his shoulder.
"What you need to do now is consolidate the foundation of your first Spirit."
"Increasing your spirit powerRank and becoming proficient in using Spirit Abilities, that is the Righteous Path."
His voice became earnest and well-meaning.
"There are no shortcuts on the path of cultivation; you must take it one step at a time."
Seeing Tang San’s dejected look, Yu Xiaogang sighed inwardly.
He softened his tone, becoming as gentle as a father.
"You have Innate Full Spirit Power and also possess twin spirits."
"Your future is limitless; why be in such a hurry?"
"A single failure doesn’t mean anything; the important thing is to learn from it."
Tang San kept his head lowered, remaining silent.
Only the ticking of the clock remained in the office.
After advising Tang San, Yu Xiaogang turned and walked toward his desk.
He began rummaging through a mountain of files, the papers rustling.
Finally, he pulled out a thick register.
"Lin Qingmo... Lin Qingmo..."
He flipped through it quickly, his finger sliding over one name after another.
As the last trace of afterglow disappeared outside the window, he lit a soul tool lamp.
The soft light illuminated the handwriting on the register.
"Found him!"
Yu Xiaogang’s gaze fixed on a certain line.
He pushed up his glasses and read softly: "Lin Qingmo, enrolled at six years old, Work-Study Student."
"Missing for half a year, returned to school today... Spirit, Blue Silver Grass."
Reading this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?"
A bold conjecture surfaced in his mind.
"Could it be... he also has twin spirits?"
This thought made his heart race.
He knew the rarity of twin spirits better than anyone.
Tang San’s appearance had already given him hope of proving his theories.
If Lin Qingmo also had twin spirits... that would be another broad road for him to create a miracle in the Spirit Master’s world!
He couldn’t wait to look further down, his breathing becoming a bit hurried.
"Innate Spirit Power... Rank four?"
But seeing this, the light in Yu Xiaogang’s eyes dimmed.
He shook his head in disappointment, took off his glasses, and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"It’s impossible... an Innate Spirit Power of Rank four can never be twin spirits."
He put his glasses back on and turned to look at Tang San.
"Little San, recall carefully."
"Did he really not use a Spirit or spirit rings?"
His voice carried the rigor of a scholar.
"What about spirit power fluctuations? Did you feel the aura of a spirit ring?"
Tang San carefully recalled every moment of the battle.
Then he nodded affirmatively: "He really didn’t use a Spirit!"
"When I released Blue Silver Grass for Binding, he could easily dodge it."
"And from start to finish, I never saw him reveal a spirit ring."
His tone was very certain, yet tinged with a bit of confusion.
Because that battle was truly too bizarre.
"Defeated you solely with physical fitness without using a Spirit or spirit rings?"
Yu Xiaogang’s eyes widened in bewilderment, full of shock.
Tang San had Innate Full Spirit Power and had even absorbed a hundred-year spirit ring.
With such strength, he actually lost to a peer who didn’t even use a Spirit?
His fingers unconsciously tapped the tabletop, making a rhythmic tapping sound.
His brows furrowed as he sank into deep thought.
Night had completely fallen outside the window, dotted with starlight.
The halo of the soul tool lamp cast swaying shadows on the wall.
After a good while, Yu Xiaogang looked up.
"I think he probably hasn’t absorbed a spirit ring yet."
His voice regained its calm, carrying an analytical tone.
"For Blue Silver Grass with an Innate Spirit Power of Rank four, even cultivating to Rank ten is extremely difficult."
"Let alone obtaining a spirit ring. That requires hunting a Spirit Beast, which he cannot do."
He stood up and paced around the room.
"During the half-year he was missing, he might have encountered some fortuitous event."
"Perhaps he consumed a Heaven And Earth Treasure that strengthened his Physique, or perhaps he was born with divine force."
The lamp light stretched his shadow very long, swaying with his steps.
"Heaven And Earth Treasure..."
Tang San was taken aback.
Suddenly, a possibility occurred to him—Immortal Herb!
If it were an Immortal Herb, then anything is possible!
(End of Chapter)
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