However, the problem appeared very quickly.
No matter how Tang San circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill or how hard he tried to release his spirit power to pull that Century-old Spirit Ring, the bright yellow halo remained motionless, as if it had been welded into mid-air.
After trying several times until his face turned red, Tang San’s attempts to absorb the spirit ring all ended in failure.
This situation was something Little San had not anticipated.
At this moment, he was drenched in sweat, staring at his jade-colored hands and doubting his life.
‘Why can’t I absorb it?
Could it be that my posture is wrong?
Or has my Mysterious Heaven Skill Internal Energy conflicted with this thing called a spirit ring?’
Harboring such doubts, Tang San could only turn his head to seek advice from the weak Yu Xiaogang beside him.
“Teacher, why can’t I absorb this spirit ring?”
Gangzi, who had been paralyzed on the ground groaning in pain, jolted up from his deathbed upon hearing this, clutching his severed arm as he stumbled over.
As soon as he got close, his expression changed instantly.
Because he discovered with horror that although his spirit power was stuck at the 29th-level Peak with no signs of improvement, the Datura Snake’s spirit ring before him had actually formed a strange, complementary connection with him?
It was as if this spirit ring was affectionately calling out to him!
In an instant, something called World-shocking wisdom was frantically elbowing his brain.
Oh no!
The fundamental rule of the Douluo Continent is “whoever delivers the final blow, the spirit ring belongs to them.”
Could it be…
that the World rules determined this Datura Snake was killed by him, Yu Xiaogang?!
Recalling the unsightly scene from just now…
Gangzi’s face instantly turned a dark shade of green.
And the current situation seemed to only be explainable this way.
If this outrageous truth were to be spoken, would he, Grandmaster Yu, still be able to make it in the Spirit Master’s world?
Would he still have any face left?
“Ahem!” Yu Xiaogang’s flat-top head spun frantically; he cleared his throat and forcibly put on the air of an unfathomable Grandmaster, “Little San, you don’t need to try anymore.”
“After my observation just now, it is because the age of this spirit ring is too high, and the violent energy contained within it far exceeds the limits of your current body.
Spirits have Spirits; it is rejecting you, which is a self-protective instinct of the body.”
“It seems we can only go and find another spirit ring that is more’suitable’ for you.”
Tang San nodded, seemingly understanding.
Although he felt something was not quite right, looking at his teacher’s arm that had been severed to save him, the trace of doubt in his heart instantly vanished, leaving only overwhelming gratitude and conviction.
The teacher was even willing to risk his life; how could he possibly lie to him?
Thus, the master and disciple supported each other, limping as they retreated toward the outer edge of the Soul Hunting Forest.
As for that top-quality Datura Snake spirit ring, it could only be left alone in place, slowly dissipating as time passed.
Along the way, Yu Xiaogang almost bit through his back teeth.
This soul hunt was a complete loss!
Not only did he gain nothing, but he also lost an arm.
Gangzi secretly vowed in his heart: When Little San reaches the twentieth level, he would absolutely not try to be a hero again; he must use his connections from back in the day.
After all, with his strength as a 29th-level Spirit Grandmaster at the Peak, it really was a bit too extreme.
Such reckless behavior of taking his disciple to hunt for Spirits alone must never be done again.
Before long, the master and disciple, near the edge of the forest, happened to run into that ten-year-old Solitary Bamboo they had encountered when they first entered.
To be honest, Gangzi really didn’t want to stay in the forest for even a second longer.
If not for the sake of his reputation as a theoretical Grandmaster, he really wanted to let Tang San directly absorb this ten-year-old Solitary Bamboo spirit ring.
But soon, Grandmaster Yu’s gaze locked onto another target.
A Century-old Tyrant Flower entered his field of vision.
The foul odor emanating from its body made those snakes, insects, rats, and ants unwilling to get even a fraction closer to it.
Poison attribute?
Although it was a plant-type Spirit Beast, which made Grandmaster Yu feel a bit regretful, it was just right!
Grandmaster Yu quickly stepped forward, pointing at the ugly Century-old Tyrant Flower, and said as a matter of course,
“Little San, let’s choose this as your first spirit ring.”
“The age of this Tyrant Flower is as high as a century.”
“After you absorb it, the Blue Silver Grass will definitely gain even greater flexibility!
At the same time, it will also carry a poison attribute!
This is the truly perfect match!”
Out of blind trust in Yu Xiaogang, Tang San did not say anything more.
Since his teacher insisted that his current body could not withstand the Datura Snake’s spirit ring, then settling for the next best thing and choosing this Century-old Tyrant Flower was indeed a safe move.
Anyway, according to his teacher, the Blue Silver Grass Spirit was just a foundation to provide cover for the hammer Spirit in his left hand, so a slightly lower age for the first spirit ring wouldn’t hurt.
“Little San, the weakness of the Tyrant Flower Spirit Beast is at the roots.
You only need to cut its stem, and you can easily obtain the spirit ring.”
Yu Xiaogang’s attribute of being fond of lecturing others flared up again.
He habitually raised his chin forty-five degrees, nostrils pointing to the sky, subconsciously wanting to put his left hand behind his back and his right hand in a fist against his chest, striking his signature pose of the invincible theoretical Grandmaster.
However, just halfway through the motion, he suddenly felt his left side feeling light, with a cold breeze blowing through his sleeve.
The slow-to-react Gangzi then suddenly realized.
Oh, my left hand was just physically removed by my good disciple.
This was very awkward.
However, for Yu Xiaogang, as long as he himself wasn’t awkward, the awkward ones were others.
Without changing his expression, he forcibly folded his half-raised right hand behind his back, forcefully maintaining his unfathomable silhouette.
Tang San naturally did not notice this comical action of his teacher.
He gripped the short dagger in his hand, his figure flashed, and he slashed several times directly at the Tyrant Flower’s roots.
With a few soft “puff” sounds, the Tyrant Flower snapped in response.
Soon, specks of light gathered, and a pale yellow Century-old Spirit Ring slowly rose above the remains of the Tyrant Flower.
Staring at this spirit ring, Tang San was stunned.
Wait, is this right?
He originally thought that even if he couldn’t absorb the 423-year limit spirit ring his teacher spoke of, he should at least be able to absorb one over three hundred years old, right?
But the color of the spirit ring before him was clearly more than a degree lighter than that of the Datura Snake’s spirit ring just now?
Instinctive curiosity made Tang San turn his head, asking with a trace of doubt: “Teacher, this color…”
Gangzi’s heart skipped a beat, secretly thinking, “Oh no.”
I was too careless!
This silly boy actually learned to apply what he learned!
At this moment, the Grandmaster was filled with extreme regret; if he had known, he shouldn’t have poured out all those theories about identifying spirit ring ages on the road.
Was it that he didn’t want to get a four-hundred-year limit spirit ring for his precious disciple?
He didn’t have the ability, you know!