Chapter 91: Yu Xiaogang: Tang San, Your Brother Is an Evil Soul Master!
Inside the room, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
After Yu Xiaogang heard Flander's words, his brows furrowed tightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
A moment later, he slowly spoke, his tone filled with obvious doubt:
"But… didn't Zhao Wuji come back and say it before? The two fallen ones, their Spirits were a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear and a Golden Dragon, respectively. Their spirit power ranks were Four-Ring Soul Sects."
"And that little bastard Tang Chuan, his Spirit is clearly Blue Silver Grass."
"As for that golden-haired woman, she didn't even make a move yesterday, so her Spirit wasn't exposed at all. How could they be the same group of people?"
Flander was stunned by Yu Xiaogang's words, his expression changed slightly, and he nodded thoughtfully. Immediately after, he gave a wry smile and said:
"You're right, it really doesn't match up."
"Maybe I just overthought it. But I always feel like they're very similar!"
Yu Xiaogang fell into a brief silence, his gaze gradually deepening, as if he was recalling something. He slowly raised a hand wrapped in bandages and gently tapped his knuckles on the edge of the bed.
"Do you think there's a possibility… that those two fallen ones used some method to disguise their Spirits? What Zhao Wuji saw was completely fake?"
Yu Xiaogang's voice suddenly lowered a few tones, and his expression gradually became solemn.
"That's possible?" Flander was stunned, looking up at Yu Xiaogang with a face full of confusion.
Yu Xiaogang nodded, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty, and said seriously:
"I once read a record in an ancient book in Spirit Hall. In the Far North, there is a Spirit Beast called an Ice Silkworm. This beast's body is weak, but it possesses an extremely special ability: Simulation."
"It can use mental force to simulate any appearance, aura, and even mimic the abilities of other Spirit Beasts in its surroundings. If someone truly integrates this Spirit Beast as a spirit ring, it's not impossible to create a Spirit illusion for a short period."
Upon hearing this, Flander's brow raised slightly, then he lowered his head with a complex expression, falling into brief contemplation, a hint of helplessness and struggle flashing in his eyes.
A moment later, he raised his head, his tone low and decisive:
"Forget it… I don't plan to delve deeper into this matter."
"After all, he's Tang Hao's son."
As his words fell, he shook his head and quickly walked to the door, pushing it open.
"Creak—"
As soon as the door opened, a familiar figure came into view.
"Good morning, Dean." Tang San's expression was as usual, holding a steaming hot breakfast in his hands, his brows filled with concern, and he asked, "Is Teacher alright?"
Flander's expression paused slightly as he looked at the young man in front of him. He forced a smile and waved his hand, saying, "Your teacher is fine, nothing serious. Go in and take care of him."
"I'm going out for a walk to clear my head."
With that, he turned sideways and lightly patted Tang San's shoulder.
"Mm." Tang San nodded, not asking more questions, a hint of worry in his eyes. He walked around Flander and entered the room.
As he stepped through the doorway, a faint medicinal scent wafted from within the room.
Tang San gently placed the breakfast on the table, his gaze falling upon the familiar figure on the bed, covered in bandages. His expression looked a little complex.
Yu Xiaogang was lying on his side on the bed. His gaze swept over Tang San, and he immediately noticed that the latter seemed to have something on his mind. He then slowly raised his hand and gently waved it, saying,
"Tang San, come here for a moment."
Tang San was startled, then walked forward and stood by the bed.
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San's faintly gloomy expression, his gaze slightly narrowed, and he said, "Tang San, are you still thinking about… losing to your brother?"
Tang San lowered his head slightly, not speaking, just slowly nodding.
"Then do you think he was right?" Yu Xiaogang's tone became a little heavier upon seeing this.
Tang San frowned, a hint of confusion appearing on his face. After a long while, he still didn't respond.
Yu Xiaogang sighed, paused, and continued, "Flander just told me that your brother and that golden-haired woman are very likely the two fallen ones you encountered before."
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Tang San suddenly trembled violently, his eyes shaking intensely, and he exclaimed.
"But… but their spirit power ranks don't match, do they? And their Spirits are different. Brother uses Blue Silver Grass, that fallen one's Spirit is a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, and then there's that golden-haired woman…"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this, and he slowly said, "Have you heard of the Ice Silkworm?"
Tang San was stunned and shook his head.
Yu Xiaogang gazed at the ceiling, and said in a low voice, "I once learned from an ancient book that in the Far North, there is an extremely rare Spirit Beast called the Ice Silkworm. It can rely on environmental changes to simulate its appearance and aura. In other words, if one hunts it and absorbs its spirit ring to borrow its ability, a Spirit Master could also disguise their Spirit and spirit power rank for a short period."
"In this world… there's actually such a strange Spirit Beast?" Tang San's breath hitched, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes, he said incredulously.
"The world is vast, and there's nothing strange under the sun," Yu Xiaogang said, his gaze profound, nodding.
His eyes froze, Tang San's brows furrowed slightly, and his voice carried a hint of hesitation and unease: "Teacher, then do you mean, my brother he…"
Yu Xiaogang's gaze deepened, his tone low but full of weight:
"Very likely. Do you still remember? Your brother's first spirit ring, back at Nuoding Academy, we saw it with our own eyes, it was a white ten-year spirit ring."
He paused here, his eyes carrying a hint of solemnity.
"But yesterday, his first spirit ring had already become a hundred-year level."
"Tang San, this kind of change is not something that normal cultivation can achieve. I only know of one possibility, and that is to advance through an evil path of cultivation."
Upon hearing this, Tang San's eyes instantly widened, and his heart trembled violently.
He had actually noticed the change in Tang Chuan's spirit ring yesterday, but he had never understood why it changed.
"Then… then my brother, has he really already…?"
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San's almost collapsing expression, sighed, and said in a low voice, "Tang San, if your brother truly became a fallen one, an evil Spirit Master. What would you do?"
Upon hearing this, Tang San's body trembled slightly, as if struck by a heavy hammer. He froze in place, his throat moved, but he said nothing.
"Tang San, I understand that it's hard for you to accept this right away. But this matter hasn't been finalized yet." Yu Xiaogang slowly raised his hand and stroked Tang San's head, saying softly.
"Perhaps, I'm overthinking it. Let's investigate later."
"Mm." Tang San nodded, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, as he tried to calm his emotions.
Seeing that his words had taken effect, Yu Xiaogang continued, "I watched your and Tang Chuan's Soul Battle yesterday. His strength has improved terrifyingly fast."
"His Innate spirit power was only rank one, but now he has already broken through to over rank thirty. Besides through some evil cultivation method, I really can't think of any other possibility."
"Even you are not his opponent. Tang San, you must believe that my years of research and cultivation guidance on your Blue Silver Grass Spirit are not wrong."
Tang San lowered his head, his expression slightly struggling, seemingly still unable to accept it.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang slowly sat up straight, his tone becoming low, and he said,
"Your brother was able to defeat you yesterday, and it's highly likely because he embarked on an evil path, which caused his strength to surge. If it were normal cultivation, with his Innate rank one spirit power, it would be impossible to achieve this level of breakthrough and reach the realm of a Three-Ring Soul Elder in just a few years!"
"Do you know? My Innate spirit power rank… is only a mere 0.5."
Upon hearing this, Tang San suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with shock.
Yu Xiaogang, however, just smiled lightly, with no hint of inferiority in his tone, and continued:
"Although my spirit power rank hasn't broken through for many years, when I was young, I relied on that little Innate spirit power to cultivate to the Great Spirit Master realm."
At this point, a certain pride flickered in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.
"Throughout history, I, Yu Xiaogang, am probably the only one who could achieve this. So how could my Spirit theory be wrong?"
"For others, with only half a rank of Innate spirit power, they might not even be able to break through rank ten spirit power in their entire lives. But I did it."
"Isn't this also a kind of genius in some sense?"
"So, how could my Spirit theory be wrong? Your loss to your brother yesterday was very likely due to him using some evil method to increase his strength."
"Rather than what he said, that my Spirit theory has a problem!"
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