LRAB Chapter 91 Master: Little 3, your brother is an evil soul master!
Chapter 91 Master: Little 3, your brother is an evil soul master!
Chapter 91 Master: Mistress, your brother is an evil spirit master!
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet.
After listening to Flander's words, the master frowned and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
After a moment, he spoke slowly, his tone clearly questioning:
"But...didn't Zhao Wuji come back and say that the two Fallen Ones had martial souls of a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear and a golden dragon, respectively? Their soul power level was four-ring Soul Master."
"And that little bastard Tang Chuan, his martial soul is clearly Blue Silver Grass."
"As for that blonde woman, she didn't make a move yesterday, and her martial spirit wasn't even revealed. How could she be part of the same group?"
Flanders was taken aback by the master's words, his expression changed slightly, and he nodded thoughtfully. Then, he gave a wry smile and said:
"You're right, it doesn't match up."
"Maybe I'm just overthinking it. But I always feel they look alike!"
The master fell into a brief silence, his gaze gradually deepening as if he were recalling something. He slowly raised a hand wrapped in bandages, his knuckles gently tapping the edge of the bed.
"Is it possible... that those two Fallen Ones used some method to disguise their Martial Souls? What Zhao Wuji saw was actually fake?"
The master's voice suddenly lowered, and his expression gradually became solemn.
"You can do that?" Flander was taken aback, looking up at the master with a face full of doubt.
The master nodded, a hint of uncertainty in his voice, and said solemnly:
"I once read a record in an ancient book of the Spirit Hall. In the far north, there is a spirit beast called the Ice Silkworm. This beast is weak in body, but it possesses a very special ability to mimic."
"It can use mental power to simulate any shape or aura in its surroundings, and even mimic the abilities of other soul beasts. If someone were to fuse such a soul beast as a soul ring, it wouldn't be impossible to create a fake martial soul in a short period of time."
Upon hearing this, Flander raised an eyebrow slightly, then lowered his head with a complicated expression, falling into a brief moment of contemplation, a hint of helplessness and struggle flashing in his eyes.
After a moment, he raised his head, his tone low and decisive:
"Forget it... I don't plan to investigate this matter any further."
"After all, he is Tang Hao's son."
After saying that, he shook his head, strode to the door, and pushed it open.
"Squeak—"
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 breakfast in his hands, his brows furrowed with concern. He asked, "Is Teacher alright?"
Flander paused slightly, looked at the boy before him, forced a smile, and waved his hand, saying, "Your teacher is fine, nothing serious. Go inside and take care of him."
"I'm going out for a walk to clear my head."
After saying that, he turned to the side and gently patted Tang San's shoulder.
"Hmm." Tang San nodded without asking any further questions, a hint of worry in his eyes. He walked past Flander and into the room.
As he stepped into the room, a faint smell of medicine wafted through the air.
Tang San gently placed the breakfast on the table, his gaze falling on the familiar figure on the bed, whose body was wrapped in bandages. His expression was slightly complicated.
The master lay on his side on the bed, glanced at Tang San, and immediately noticed that the latter seemed to have something on his mind. He then slowly raised his hand, waved it gently, and said:
"Hey mistress, come here for a second."
Tang San paused for a moment, then stepped forward and stood by the bed.
Grandmaster looked at Tang San's subtly gloomy expression, his gaze sharpening slightly, and asked, "Little San, are you still thinking about... losing to your brother?"
Tang San lowered his head slightly, said nothing, and simply nodded slowly.
"Do you think he's right?" The master asked, his tone slightly harsher.
Tang San frowned, a hint of confusion in his expression, and remained silent for a long while.
The master sighed, paused, and continued, "Flander just mentioned to me that your brother and that blonde woman are very likely the two Fallen Ones you encountered before."
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Tang San was suddenly shocked, his eyes trembled violently, and he exclaimed in disbelief.
"But...but their soul power levels are different! And their martial souls are different too. My brother uses Blue Silver Grass, the Fallen One's martial soul is Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear, and that blonde woman..."
Upon hearing this, the master's eyes flickered slightly, and he slowly said, "Have you heard of the Ice Silkworm?"
Tang San was stunned, then shook his head.
The master stared 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 soul beast called the Ice Silkworm. It can simulate its appearance and aura by changing its environment. In other words, if you hunt it down and absorb its soul ring to borrow its abilities, a soul master may be able to disguise their martial soul and soul power level for a short period of time."
"There are actually such strange soul beasts in this world?" Tang San's breath hitched, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes as he said incredulously.
"The world is vast and full of wonders," the master said with a profound gaze, nodding.
Tang San's gaze faltered, his brows furrowing slightly, his voice tinged with hesitation and unease: "Teacher, so you mean to say that my brother..."
The master's gaze sharpened, his tone low yet weighty:
"Very likely. Do you remember? We saw your brother's first spirit ring with our own eyes back at Notting Academy. It was a white, ten-year spirit ring."
He paused for a moment, his eyes showing a hint of seriousness.
"But yesterday, his first spirit ring had already become a hundred-year level."
"Xiao San, this kind of change cannot be achieved through normal cultivation. I only know one possibility, and that is to improve through an evil cultivation path."
Upon hearing this, Tang San's eyes widened instantly, and his heart trembled.
He had actually noticed the changes in Tang Chuan's spirit rings yesterday, but he hadn't figured out why they had changed.
"Then...then my brother, is he really already...?"
Looking at Tang San's near-collapse, the master sighed and said in a low voice, "Little San, if your brother really became a Fallen One, a Demon Soul Master, what would you do?"
Upon hearing this, Tang San's body trembled slightly, as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. He froze on the spot, his throat moving, but he couldn't say anything.
"Little San, I understand that you're finding it hard to accept right now. But this matter isn't settled yet." The master slowly raised his hand, patted Tang San's head, and said in a low voice.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it. I'll check it out later."
"Hmm." Tang San nodded, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes as he tried to calm himself down.
Seeing that his words had worked, the master continued, "I watched your battle with Tang Chuan yesterday, and his strength has increased terrifyingly."
"His innate soul power was only level one, but now it has broken through to level thirty. I really can't think of any other possibility except through some evil cultivation method."
"Even you are no match for him. Little San, you must believe that my research and guidance on your Blue Silver Grass martial soul over the years have not been wrong."
Tang San lowered his head, his expression showing a slight struggle, as if he still couldn't accept it.
Seeing this, the master slowly sat up straight, his tone becoming low and somber, and said:
"It's highly likely that your brother was able to defeat you yesterday because he went down the wrong path, which caused his strength to surge dramatically. With normal cultivation, it would be impossible for him, with only level one innate soul power, to achieve such a leap to the level of a three-ring Soul Master in just a few years!"
"Do you know? My innate soul power level is only 0.5."
Upon hearing this, Tang San looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with shock.
The master merely smiled slightly, his tone devoid of any inferiority, and continued:
"Although my soul power level has not broken through for many years, when I was young, I relied on this innate soul power to cultivate to the level of a Great Soul Master."
At this point, a hint of pride gleamed in the master's eyes.
"Throughout history, I'm probably the only one who has achieved this. How could my theory of martial spirits be wrong?"
"For others, with only half a level of innate soul power, they might never be able to break through to level ten in their lifetime. But I did it."
"Isn't that also a kind of genius?"
"So, how could my theory of martial spirits be wrong? The reason you lost to your brother yesterday is very likely that he used some kind of evil method to increase his strength."
"Instead of what he said, that my theory of martial spirits is flawed!"
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