Chapter 62 Could this be a legitimate way to get here?!
As Tang San looked at the analyses in his notes, especially the deductions about the Blue Silver Grass's potential in both control and food systems, a ripple of emotion stirred within him.
"is that so?"
"He...he was actually seriously studying our Spirit?"
"Not entirely slander and denial?"
At this moment, Tang San felt a subtle wavering and a sense of guilt.
He felt that he might have really misunderstood Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang was not a narrow-minded person, but was truly devoted to theoretical research, even going so far as to pave a new path for Blue Silver Grass, which was considered a useless Spirit.
However, Tang San was unaware of this.
Yu Xiaogang meticulously recorded Tang San and Tang Chuan's growth trajectory and soul skill characteristics, intending to organize these into his own theory and make it public as the latest achievement of his personal theoretical system.
He washed away the stigma of being a useless person, returned to the spotlight of the Soul Master world, and made the entire Soul Master world look at him with new eyes.
Tang San felt that someone who was studying Spirit so seriously did not seem to deserve death... This thought had just arisen when he forcibly suppressed it.
"No!"
"He recognized me."
"If he doesn't die, he'll cause trouble for my brother."
"This single path is a path to death!"
Tang San's eyes hardened again. He put the notebook into his soul tool, messed up the desk a bit, and took a few of Yu Xiaogang's personal belongings. However, the mess wasn't due to theft; rather, it was to create the illusion that he was hurriedly packing his luggage and searching for important items before leaving.
After doing all this, he carefully inspected the entire room once again.
Having confirmed that there were no more clues related to himself, he successfully created the illusion that Yu Xiaogang had left Notting Academy overnight for some reason.
Tang San climbed out the window and returned to his home in the west of the city.
When I returned to the small house in the west of the city, the sky was already turning a pale white, and birdsong rose and fell from the old locust tree outside the courtyard.
Tang San didn't rush to rest.
First, he took out the throwing knife soul tool engraved with a wolf's head from his storage ring and injected a trace of soul power into the courtyard to test it.
The throwing knife emitted a pale blue halo, and the blade was wrapped in fine swirling wind, even cutting the air with a slight hissing sound.
He raised his hand and threw it.
"Duh!"
The throwing knife transformed into a streak of blue light, embedding itself deeply into the abandoned bricks and stones in the corner of the wall. The wind blades whittled and rolled the bricks and stones, leaving fine cracks.
"A wind-attribute attack soul tool, its power is no less than that of a hidden blade."
Tang San pulled out the throwing knife, frowning as he looked at the wolf head pattern on the blade. The mark was too conspicuous; it might be the emblem of some family. He would have to find a way to grind it off before using it.
Then he turned and went inside.
Lifting a loose stone slab under the bed reveals the entrance to the cellar that was dug earlier. Following the wooden ladder into the cellar, you find the ground covered with dry straw.
Tang San sorted and arranged the books he had obtained from Yu Xiaogang, emptied the three storage soul tools, and finally covered them with a stone slab and sprinkled a thin layer of soil to ensure that no one could notice anything unusual.
After doing all this.
Tang San fetched some clean water and washed his face. The cool water slid down his cheeks, washing away the fatigue and anger of the night.
He then straightened his collar in front of the bronze mirror.
After confirming that there was no abnormality on his face, he changed into clean clothes, opened the door, and walked towards Notting Academy as usual.
The first light of dawn.
As Tang San walked down the street, he made up his mind that he must not let his brother know about the murder he committed last night, and he could not ruin his image in his brother's eyes.
However, the soul tool and the book collection would be helpful to my brother, so I had to find a reason to give them to him.
Upon arriving at Dormitory 7, the aroma of food lingers in the air.
Tang Chuan stood in the center of the dormitory, his blue silver grass intertwining and shimmering in the air. Amidst the flashing purple light, he wove vegetables, fruits, and meat buns for the eagerly waiting work-study students to have breakfast.
"elder brother."
Tang San walked into the dormitory and greeted everyone.
Tang Chuan looked up, a gentle smile on his face: "The mistress's here? Breakfast will be ready soon, let's have some together."
"Brother, there's something I want to talk to you about in private."
Tang San walked over quickly, tugged at Tang Chuan's sleeve, lowered his voice, and gestured towards the outside of the dormitory.
Tang Chuan glanced at him and saw a hint of urgency in his eyes, then told Zhao Hu, "You divide the rest first, I'll be right back."
After saying that, he followed Tang San around to the lawn behind Dormitory Seven.
"What's wrong, mistress?"
"Why are you in such a hurry to see me? Is something wrong?"
Tang San looked around to make sure no one was there before taking out the three soul tools from his clothes and handing them to Tang Chuan.
"Brother, look at this."
"Yesterday at the tavern, I met a down-on-his-luck mercenary who was in a hurry for money. I used the money you gave me before to buy these three storage soul tools. I guess I got a bargain."
Tang San pointed to the three soul tools, trying his best to make his tone sound natural.
"I've tried them all."
"There are five cubic spaces inside the ring."
"There is a ten-cubic-meter space inside the bracelet."
"The belt has twenty-four one-cubic-meter spaces, which is the largest in total, but each space is separate."
"Brother, you choose two first, and I can use the last one."
Tang Chuan's gaze swept over the three soul tools, and he immediately recognized the belt inlaid with twenty-four white jade beads. It was clearly the soul tool that Yu Xiaogang gave to Tang San in the original novel, which Tang San named "Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon".
Could this be a good way to get here?!
Tang Chuan knew exactly what was going on, but instead of exposing Tang San's lie, he smiled gently and calmly.
"oh?"
"These three storage soul tools must be quite expensive, right?"
"I remember you only had a few gold soul coins, Xiao San. These three storage soul tools don't seem like something you could get with just a few gold soul coins."
Tang San's heart skipped a beat, and he explained, "He said it was passed down from his ancestors, and he's gotten into trouble again, so he needs more money for the journey..."
"I see!"
Tang Chuan nodded without delving into the matter, and instead steered the conversation back to the soul tool itself.
He picked up the most conspicuous one, "Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon": "This space is not small, but it's a bit too eye-catching."
"Wearing it out so openly could easily cause trouble."
Upon hearing this, Tang San broke out in a cold sweat.
Yes, I was only thinking about giving the soul tool to my brother, but I completely ignored the fact that it was a complete smuggled item!
Especially since Yu Xiaogang is the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader, this soul tool is highly likely related to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. If they were to see it...
Realizing his oversight, he quickly said, "Brother, you're right!"
"I was inconsiderate."
"I only thought that having a storage soul tool would make things much more convenient, but I never imagined it would cause trouble..."
"It's normal not to notice."
Tang Chuan interrupted him, not letting him continue: "Take it and modify it later, make it as inconspicuous as possible."
"It's best to hide it under your clothes and not show it easily."
"Uh-huh!"
"Brother, I'll go to the blacksmith's shop to change the design in a bit."
Tang San nodded emphatically in agreement, but his brother's words made him vaguely feel that his brother might have seen something, but he didn't dare to ask his brother.
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