bdsm-fiction Chapter 2 focuses not on blue silver, but on the seeds.
Chapter 2 focuses not on blue silver, but on the seeds.
You can change your tune without getting a bet, huh? It has to be you, Old Deng.
Tang Wu was amazed by Tang Hao's shamelessness.
"Remember, Xiao San." Tang Hao composed himself and looked at Tang San seriously:
"Use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand, and your brother."
"Don't worry, Dad, I've remembered. If anyone wants to hurt Xiao Wu, it'll only happen if I'm already dead."
Upon hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San nodded, his tone becoming serious.
No one, no matter who, should harm his hard-won family.
"I mean, does someone really have to come along and shatter my assumption?"
Tang Wu said with dissatisfaction from the side.
Although he knew that Tang San valued his family very much.
but······
It's so cheesy how you two hug each other like that.
afternoon.
Tang San and Tang Hao went to learn forging techniques, but Tang Wu was not interested and did not join them.
He's the kind of person who can't endure the slightest hardship, except when it comes to things he's interested in.
In any case, when Tang San becomes a God King in the finale, he will certainly not treat his younger brother unfairly.
After all, you could say that our Tang God King has double standards, or even many inhuman behaviors.
But it must be said that Tang San is very good to his family.
"Blue Silver Seed, is this a mutated martial soul? Or a degenerated form of Blue Silver Grass?"
"It has the characteristics of Blue Silver Grass, but it also requires soul power to reveal its original form. It's really baffling."
Tang Wu activated his soul power, channeling it into the Blue Silver Seed.
The Mysterious Heaven Skill activated automatically, and as the balanced and harmonious soul power was poured in, the seed quickly sprouted.
In the blink of an eye, it grew from the size of a soybean into a vine nearly half a meter long.
The blue silver grass swayed in the wind, its broad leaves trembling gently, and in the center of its branches was a golden stripe.
You wouldn't notice it unless you looked closely.
If Tang Wu hadn't been familiar with the plot and known that the Blue Silver Grass in his hand was not an ordinary Blue Silver Grass, but rather an unawakened Blue Silver Emperor, he would have been in trouble.
To truly understand one's own martial spirit, one must first know its characteristics and strengths.
This is the only way to absorb soul rings while maximizing strengths and minimizing weaknesses.
As Tang Wu inputted more and more soul power, the vines in his hands grew larger and smaller, with more and more leaves, and they became more resilient.
Therefore, it can be concluded that the amount of soul power is directly proportional to the strength of the martial soul.
"The more soul power you have, the longer the Blue Silver Grass will grow, and the more flexibly you can manipulate it."
"This setting...doesn't that mean..."
The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. A rough idea popped into Tang Wu's mind.
The Blue Silver Grass grew rapidly, its end gripping tightly—an instinct of plant-type soul beasts—and coiled itself around a large tree in the courtyard.
As it contracts, a sudden pulling force strikes.
Tang Wu flashed and quickly flew towards the big tree in the courtyard.
"Wuhu, so exciting!!!"
"I knew it. As long as it's a rope-based ability, if developed properly, you can use this move of scaling walls and roofs."
Next, Tang Wu dressed up as Spider-Man, gliding back and forth between the tree and the blacksmith shop.
Tang Hao was teaching Tang San forging skills when he heard the exclamations outside and couldn't help but look up.
Upon seeing Tang Wu's behavior, he shook his head and chuckled, then scolded him:
"That brat, he's just like a monkey..."
"However, his development of his martial soul is exactly the same as his father's. He truly deserves to be a descendant of the Tang family."
Tang Hao could understand Tang Wu's actions very well.
When he first awakened his martial soul at the age of six, he was just as excited as Tang Wu.
It takes ordinary people a few days to get used to using their martial spirit skillfully.
Just like the Haotian Hammer, people with too little strength would have difficulty even lifting it, let alone using it.
But someone like Tang Wu, who had never practiced with his martial soul before, and was able to use it so skillfully on his first try, is simply a genius among geniuses.
Tang San then saw Tang Wu outside the courtyard, his bright eyes filled with shock.
He also possessed the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, so he naturally knew what kind of coordination ability was required to achieve this level.
Get started.
Take off.
Landing.
If any step during this process goes wrong, it would be impossible to complete it perfectly.
"A single Blue Silver Grass root works well, but I wonder what happens after it's buried in the ground?"
Tang Wu landed back on the grass.
This time.
Instead of generating Blue Silver Grass on the right hand, it fell into the ground, and piles of Blue Silver Grass vines sprouted from the soil.
With the land as a support, and the soil rich in nutrients, the amount of soul power needed for growth is halved.
Tang Wu's burden of soul power was rapidly reduced.
And thanks to the nourishment of the soil, these blue silver grass vines have more than doubled in size.
Furthermore, Blue Silver Grass possesses remarkable vitality.
As long as there are Blue Silver Grass seeds under this land, Tang Wu can instantly ripen them.
And that's just right.
This small courtyard may not have much else, but it has a lot of blue silver grass.
Therefore, Tang Wu spared no effort, continuing until his own soul power was exhausted.
His body went limp, and the weakness caused by the excessive depletion of his soul power almost made him fall.
But in return, the yard is filled with a vibrant population of Blue Silver Grass.
"Wait, something's not right, this is..." Tang Wu sat in front of the courtyard.
His gaze swept over the blue silver grass covering the yard, but suddenly he noticed a cluster of plants that seemed out of place with the blue color.
It was a pomegranate flower.
Having absorbed this overflowing vitality, it is now blooming in full splendor.
"I remember, it shouldn't be blooming at this time of year."
"Could it be that the experiment just now also accelerated its ripening?"
"But this shouldn't be the case. My martial soul is the Blue Silver Seed, which should theoretically only accelerate the growth of Blue Silver Grass."
Just when Tang Wu was completely confused
Suddenly, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck his mind, and he immediately understood.
He entered a state of sudden enlightenment.
"Yes, my Blue Silver Seed Martial Soul is indeed made of Blue Silver Grass."
"But the key point isn't 'blue silver' at all, but rather the word 'seed' at the end, which makes sense."
What is a seed?
Simply put, it's a means by which plants have evolved over millions of years to reproduce and thrive.
Most plants need seeds to pass on their genes.
Even bamboo that grows from rhizomes, which grows in a way similar to self-replication, will still flower and scatter seeds when it withers.
Blue Silver Seeds are not the seeds of Blue Silver Grass.
Instead, it is a seed with the same powerful vitality as Blue Silver Grass.
These two are worlds apart!
As for why Tang Wu's martial soul form is exactly the same as Blue Silver Grass?
That's because he and Tang San are siblings from the same mother, and their martial souls were originally mutated from Blue Silver Grass.
Therefore, Tang Wu was able to use the Blue Silver Grass's abilities.
Furthermore, after mutation, it not only possesses the resilient nature of Blue Silver Grass, but it is also very likely to be able to accommodate various plants.
after all.
Your spirit is Blue Silver Grass, what does that have to do with my spirit seed?
Goodness, the martial soul has split off on its own and belongs to another family.
"Hey, I suddenly have a great idea!" Tang Wu suddenly had an idea in his mind:
"If we planted a human body in a seed and chlorophyll replaced metabolism, wouldn't that turn the human into a plant?"
"Will they gain extraordinary vitality, becoming beings that cannot be destroyed by physical attacks?"
All I can say is that this idea is excellent, but trying it will lead to failure.
Tang Wu's subsequent actions vividly illustrated what it means to be safe as long as you don't court death.