Grandmaster's face was like a storm cloud. He waved his hand and shouted, "Get out! I don't want to see you again! If you think you're so smart, go cultivate on your own!
Don't expect me to guide you ever again! I, Yu Xiaogang, never force anyone to be my disciple, especially not an arrogant and disrespectful brat like you!"
Tang Chuan remained calm, a faint, sarcastic smirk on his face. He had expected this. Tang San, seeing the tension, took a step forward, about to speak, but hesitated.
"Teacher, my brother, he's just—"
"Shut up!" Grandmaster snapped, cutting him off. "Since he says I'm wrong, let him cultivate on his own! Every step he takes from now on has nothing to do with me! If he weren't your brother, why would I have even bothered to guide him? Now he has the nerve to publicly question my Spirit theory? He's completely ungrateful!"
Tang Chuan simply patted Tang San's shoulder. "Little San, think carefully about what I said today," he said gently. "If the choice is wrong from the start, then every step you take after will be wrong too."
With that, he turned and left, not looking back. The office door slammed shut, leaving a heavy silence. Grandmaster sat back down, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.
Tang San stood quietly, his mind racing. He couldn't shake the feeling that his brother's words made sense. Maybe the Blue Silver Grass should follow a life system.
After a moment, Yu Xiaogang spoke in a low voice, "Little San, you don't need to be shaken by what just happened. Don't pay too much attention to your brother's words."
Tang San looked at his teacher, who had returned to his usual firm and steady tone. "What he said was complete nonsense," Grandmaster said with certainty. "Blue Silver Grass is a waste Spirit; that's the consensus of the entire Spirit Master world.
To break through that, you need a new path. I spent over ten years researching its characteristics before I came up with the control system path. It wasn't just a random guess."
"Your brother said a Binding Spirit Ability is redundant because Blue Silver Grass can naturally bind? That's absurd! The purpose of a Spirit Ability is to strengthen and expand. The natural binding is just a vine; the Spirit Ability is what gives that vine the strength of steel and the power of thorns!"
Grandmaster spoke faster now, a subtle, persuasive note in his voice. "And his so-called 'life system'? Just treat it as a joke. If Blue Silver Grass followed a life system, how would it attack? His ideas sound clever, but they're not practical at all.
Researching Spirit theory requires a great deal of imagination. If everyone followed common sense, what kind of powerhouses would exist in this world? I've gotten to where I am today by constantly breaking the rules and proposing new paths!"
He continued, his tone becoming more authoritative. "I guided you toward the control system because I saw its potential—its flexibility, extensibility, toxicity, and binding.
Every single one of these characteristics points to one direction: a top-tier controller! Tang Chuan doesn't understand. He has no Spirit Ring, no real combat experience, and he hasn't truly studied Spirit theory. He's just read a few books and thinks he knows everything."
By the end of the speech, Tang San was slowly being pulled back into Grandmaster's way of thinking. He didn't answer, but a conflict had already begun in his mind.
Seeing Tang San's silence, Grandmaster's anger softened. He stood up, hands clasped behind his back, and looked out the window. "Alright, let's end this for today," he said faintly.
"You have innate full Spirit Power at Rank ten. Tomorrow morning, I will take you to the Spirit Hunting Forest to get your first Spirit Ring. This Spirit Ring will set the foundation for your path as a control-type Spirit Master."
Tang San's eyes showed a hint of hesitation. He remembered his brother's words: the essence of Blue Silver Grass is life, not control.
If his brother was right, would this first Spirit Ring set him down the wrong path? Would it create a permanent mistake he couldn't fix? But when he saw the certainty in Grandmaster's eyes, he wavered.
Grandmaster was his teacher, and he had seen Tang San had twin Spirits just by looking at a Spirit certification; how could he be wrong? His brother, on the other hand, was just a child who had recently started reading books on Spirit theory. Everything he had said was just a theory.
After a moment of silence, Tang San lowered his head and nodded gently. "Teacher, I understand."
Yu Xiaogang's expression softened. He waved his hand and said, "Go back and pack a few things. Meet me at the academy's south gate tomorrow morning."
Tang San hummed in acknowledgment and left the office.
Outside, the sun was setting, casting long shadows. Tang Chuan hadn't left yet. He sat down behind the teaching building, leaning against the blue brick wall. He raised his right hand, and the Blue Silver Grass unfurled in his palm, swaying gently in the evening breeze. It looked like a weak, but unyielding, vine.
"It's a shame I only have one Spirit, Blue Silver Grass," he muttered, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
As a Transmigrator, Tang Chuan had hoped he would have twin Spirits, like Tang San. He had dreamed of having the Clear Sky Hammer in one hand and the Blue Silver Grass in the other, and becoming a God King who could conquer the Douluo Continent.
But reality had hit him hard. He had only inherited his mother's Spirit—the Blue Silver Grass. Or, more accurately, the Blue Silver Emperor.
On the Douluo Continent, if both parents' Spirits were of similar quality, there was a chance for a child to have twin Spirits. But it was also possible to inherit only one parent's Spirit. Tang Chuan was the latter.
He stared at the Blue Silver Grass in his hand. "Before the Blue Silver Grass awakens into the Blue Silver Emperor, all of its abilities are extremely weak, and its attack power is almost zero," he murmured to himself.
"If I forced it to follow the life system, its vitality would become incredibly tough. It would be able to heal itself, regenerate, and even heal others. But it would have no attack power at all. It would be like a self-healing sandbag—you could hit it a hundred times, and it wouldn't die, but it would have no way to fight back."
"How can the Blue Silver Grass follow the life system and also have attack power?" This was the problem Tang Chuan was currently facing.