Flash Of Understanding (1)

Dugu Bo couldn't help staring blankly as he saw the suddenly blossoming radiance in Tang San's eyes,

"Little freak, don't be feverish. Didn't you understand what I just said? Those spirit bones aren't for you to dream of."

Tang San didn't speak, what is called 'take what you hear to be false, only believe it when you see it'. Raising his right hand, faint blue light bubbled out of his palm, and under his precise control, only one tiny Blue Silver Grass stretched its way out. That was just one blade of grass, seemingly no different than wild blue silver grass. The appearance of the spirit, naturally also meant the spirit rings appeared.

Yellow, yellow, purple, black. Four spirit rings hovered quietly. The yellow rings of light were bright and spirited, the purple spirit ring noble and threatening, but that black spirit ring was just like a bottomless abyss, brimming with terrifying charm.

"You..."

Dugu Bo shot to his feet, his gaze going through myriad changes in an instant as he looked at Tang San, a strict imposing manner abruptly burst out of him, pressing in on Tang San from all directions.

Under the effect of the external pressure, Tang San's four spirit rings brightened. Only the Blue Silver Grass in his palm still swayed softly.

"No, this is impossible."

Dugu Bo rubbed his eyes hard, shaking his head again, carefully staring at that black spirit ring over Tang San.

Tang San smiled slightly, saying:

"Did you forget? Turning the impossible into possible is what I'm best at. Do you think I can match Spirit Hall's people now?"

Dugu Bo drew a deep breath, slowly suppressing his shock, saying something Tang San hadn't expected,

"Give up on this tournament. With your age, you can still participate next time. At that time, there shouldn't be anybody who could oppose your team."

"Why?"

Tang San stared wide-eyed.

Dugu Bo lowered his voice:

"If your strength was still like before, or perhaps if your fourth spirit ring was only on the thousand year level, then I wouldn't be worried. But this is different. Your fourth spirit ring reaching the ten thousand year level will bring you endless troubles. Do you think Spirit Hall wouldn't take note of you? If you were Spirit Hall and encountered a genius like this, what would you do? There are only two options. Subdue or destroy. If my guess is correct, then right now your information is at least laid out on a platinum bishop's desk. Spirit Hall wouldn't try to act behind your back, they would completely exploit this tournament, arranging for you to have an 'accident' on stage in a just and honorable match. To Spirit Hall, the rules of the tournament is only a game to toy with."

Tang San smiled wryly:

"So you're saying you still aren't optimistic about me?"

Dugu Bo looked deeply at him,

"There are three people in Spirit Hall's so-called Golden Generation. I don't know their specifics, and I also don't know what their spirits and spirit abilities are. But I can tell you one thing: among these three, the one with the lowest spirit power is fifty first rank, and the other two are fifty second rank. They're all only twenty three or twenty four years old. As they broke through the fiftieth rank and obtained their fifth spirit rings, the Supreme Pontiff personally awarded them Spirit Hall's Purple Record Medal, and they also set Spirit hall's record. And of the others forming their team this time, nobody has less than forty fifth ranked spirit power. This is all I know."

Even though Tang San had always known Spirit Hall was formidable, it was only now that he understood just how frightening.

Fiftieth rank, even three at fiftieth rank... And the rest were all over forty fifth rank. What did this signify?

Even though Tang San had absolute confidence in himself, now he saw a chasm that really was difficult to bridge. The lowest members on the other side were higher ranked than his side's highest ranked. Could they really prevail over opponents like these?

Seeing Tang San's alarmed expression, Dugu Bo sighed, saying:

"At your age, your current level is even more frightening than theirs, let alone when you still have the external spirit bone. Don't think too much about it, there will be chances. As long as you don't waste time, there will be a day when you surpass them."

Tang San suddenly smiled. Perhaps it was because of Dugu Bo's pointer undoing his issues, but right now his mind was incomparably incisive.

"Old freak. Didn't you say it just now? As a Spirit Master, confidence is vital. If I really avoided a confrontation now, the blow to my confidence would be unimaginable. So what if we lose? Even if we can't defeat them, don't tell me we can't defend ourselves? Only all out battle can show the gap between both sides. I won't give up."

Looking at Tang San, something unconsciously crept into Dugu Bo's eyes,

"Forget about it, I don't care about you. Just do as you wish. I'll leave first. After returning from so far away, I still haven't had a meal. I'll go scavenge."

Finished speaking, jade light flashed, and Dugu Bo's lofty silhouette was already gone.

A warm feeling spread. Dugu Bo had just returned but came to see him first, that wasn't for the sake of those Cluster Soul Chasing Life Taking Balls, but out of concern for him. By now there was nothing left of the initial intense vigilance.

Even though their ages differed by multiples, Tang San still sensed a feeling similar to Grandmaster from Dugu Bo, even so much that there was something of camaraderie, spanning the difference in years.

With Dugu Bo gone, the first thing Tang San did wasn't to cultivate, nor was it to reflect, but to sleep.

Two days and two nights without rest had long ago already overtaxed his mind. Without sufficient rest, how could he start to test his vision? Therefore, he didn't hesitate to choose to rest, and moreover very quickly entered dreamland.

...

The dazzling platinum bishop's office, an expansive room with an area surpassing two hundred square meters, arranged with all kinds of precious toys.

Salas sat behind a massive, somewhat exaggeratedly gorgeous desk. In front of him was a file, a file transferred from Nuoding City.

It had to be said that Spirit Hall was incredibly efficient. In just a month they had found this kind of needle in a haystack document by searching the records the Spirit Halls in each town.

It was already the seventh time Salas had read this document, but in his heart he still didn't dare believe what he was looking at was real.

The documents in front of him was a Spirit Master profile, for a Spirit Master named: Tang San.

The profile was very detailed. From the first time Tang San registered at Spirit Hall, confirming his status as Spirit Master, to each time he drew the Spirit Master stipend and each title upgrade after obtaining a spirit ring. All the details were there.

What kind of spirit rings he obtained, what rank spirit power, this wasn't what had made Salas read it seven times. The reason why he repeatedly looked it over was actually only one number, a number representing age.

Fourteen, only fourteen years old. Still several months away from fifteen. Spirit Ancestor over fortieth rank. Spirit Ancestor at fourteen. Still with a fourth spirit ring at the ten thousand year level.

Clapping a hand to his forehead, Salas really didn't want to believe it was true.

Standing, Salas walked over to a bookcase behind the desk, raising a hand to pull out a thick book. With a burst of mechanical sounds, the bookcase slowly moved to the side, exposing the wall.

On the wall was a square metal plate, emitting faint spirit power fluctuations. Clearly, this metal plate was a spirit tool. Pressing his right hand to it, immediately, a layer of faint red light emitted from the metal plate, instantly covering Salas' palm.

With another burst of mechanical sounds, the square plate fell inwards, exposing a square space. The space wasn't large, only one square chi, with a pile of documents inside.

Salas simply rummaged through and pulled out a file marked with the words 'Top Secret'.

There were only three sheets of paper inside the file, with three profiles. Salas quickly looked them over, and very soon found what he was looking for.

"Fifteen, sixteen, sixteen, the youngest of those three was still fifteen when reaching fortieth rank spirit power."

Abruptly closing the file, Salas quickly closed the hidden space with a peng sound. Returning to his desk with big strides, he once again picked up Tang San's data, looking at that number for the eighth time.

"Still one year earlier than the Golden Generation. Blue Silver Grass, trash spirit? Truly interesting. It's fortunate he only has Blue Silver Grass. But this Tang San's spirit power growth rate is a bit too fast. Full innate spirit power Blue Silver Grass. It seems it should be a variation."

Salas clearly hadn't been influenced by emperor Xue Ye's unyielding attitude earlier today. Picking up a pen, he very quickly wrote a letter. On the envelope was written 'Top secret, for the Supreme Pontiff'.

...

Nightfall, a slender silhouette quietly entered the forest behind Shrek Academy, quickly moving along a familiar path, carrying a wooden case.

Her pace was very fast, each time her legs hit the ground she would be propelled at least five meters. In just a moment, she had already reached the log cabin in the woods.

Body shooting up, quietly crossing the fence, in just two leaps she stood in front of the log cabin's door.

Quietly moving into the log cabin, before she had time to even move, a strand of durable Blue Silver Grass had already quietly twisted around her long legs. A cold voice echoed from within the darkness,

"Who?"

"Ge, it's me."

Along with the sweet voice rising, Blue Silver Grass quietly withdrew, and Tang San lit an oil lamp in the cabin.