Douluo Dalu 1: The Tang Family Rebel

Dai Mubai, seeing Yun Chuan's casual demeanor, was burning with rage. With a cold laugh, he said, "Fine, fine, fine! I want to see what tricks you can pull off with a trash martial spirit! A trash martial spirit will always be trash. Trying to prove you're not worthless is utterly laughable!"

In the current soul master world, Blue Silver Grass was universally recognized as a trash martial spirit. Its weakness was undeniable. Its inherently feeble nature meant that the soul skills derived from its attached soul rings were also weaker than those of other martial spirits at the same level. For instance, a binding skill from Blue Silver Grass would be 40%–50% less powerful and less durable than that of another martial spirit, making it much easier for opponents to break free.

Because of this, Blue Silver Grass was universally regarded as a trash martial spirit!

As for Tang San?

His Blue Silver Grass wasn't ordinary at all; it was the yet-to-awaken Blue Silver Emperor martial spirit! At its core, it was a top-tier martial spirit comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer. Naturally, it far surpassed ordinary Blue Silver Grass. This allowed the soul skills from its attached rings to be exceptionally powerful, giving Yu Xiaogang the illusion that his theories were correct. In reality, anyone else trained under him would have been ruined.

"Trash martial spirit?"

Seeing Dai Mubai's disdainful expression, Yun Chuan felt displeased. He decided he had to say something to regain the upper hand. He spoke lightly:

"In this world, there has never been a trash martial spirit, only trash soul masters! Any martial spirit, with rigorous cultivation and proper guidance, can unleash its own value. Even a grain of sand can fill the sea! Even a blade of grass can cut down the sun, moon, and stars!"

A grain of sand can fill the sea!

A blade of grass can cut down the sun, moon, and stars!

These thunderous, grandiose words left everyone around completely stunned!

Though they knew he was exaggerating, they couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement from those two lines. The atmosphere was electrifying.

Tang San, who was used to hearing his teacher's famous saying, "There are no trash martial spirits, only trash soul masters," was particularly shocked. He thought to himself, So adding these two lines after my teacher's saying makes it sound this grand and imposing!

Yes, I've learned something new. The next time he debated with someone and used his teacher's famous line, he decided to add these two sentences. It would definitely crush his opponent with sheer momentum!

"A grain of sand can fill the sea! A blade of grass can cut down the sun, moon, and stars!"

Just hearing these lines made Tang San feel like he had entered a new world of possibilities.

Dai Mubai, the one being addressed, repeated the words under his breath, "A grain of sand can fill the sea. A blade of grass can cut down the sun, moon, and stars..." While he couldn't help but be moved by the grand imagery, he also found the words oddly profound.

"Enough nonsense!"

Dai Mubai snapped back to reality, locking his gaze on Yun Chuan. "Since you say there are no trash martial spirits, only trash soul masters, let me see what's so special about your Blue Silver Grass martial spirit."

With that, Dai Mubai charged. After activating his martial spirit, he transformed into a completely different person. As his white hair fluttered, his explosively powerful body closed the distance between them in an instant. His ten fingers extended into sharp claws, striking toward Yun Chuan.

Yun Chuan, still intent on toying with him, chuckled softly and stepped lightly to the side. To others, it seemed like a casual step, but he easily evaded Dai Mubai's attack. The vast difference in their physical abilities made Dai Mubai's every move appear laughably slow to Yun Chuan.

Effortlessly dodging the strikes, Yun Chuan focused his thoughts, and thick, blue-black vines began spiraling up from the ground around them, surging toward Dai Mubai from all directions. After all, if he claimed his martial spirit was Blue Silver Grass, he had to play the part.

As for Yun Chuan himself, he seemed to disappear amidst the vines.

Dai Mubai's heterochromatic eyes gleamed with light as he channeled his powerful soul energy. Wielding his claws, he struck down the vines that came too close.

Initially, he intended to cut through the vines entirely, but to his shock, he found them incredibly tough. Even with his claws powered by 37th-level soul energy, he could only cut halfway through. Once outside his range, the vines quickly regenerated.

A faint, sweet aroma of tea wafted from the vines, which seemed endless. Despite his increased strength and speed, Dai Mubai found himself unable to escape the encirclement.

"Is this really Blue Silver Grass?"

Dai Mubai was astonished. He had never imagined Blue Silver Grass could be so formidable.

Of course, the most surprised was Tang San. He realized the techniques Yun Chuan used were nearly identical to his own. Yun Chuan had deliberately imitated Tang San's methods, though greatly weakened, simply to toy with Dai Mubai and prolong the game.

If Yun Chuan had used his true strength as a Soul Sage, he wouldn't even need his martial spirit. With just his physical strength, he could instantly defeat Dai Mubai, regardless of the latter's soul skills. But where was the fun in that? Slowly teasing his opponent was much more entertaining.

Realizing he couldn't break free, Dai Mubai's impatience flared. However, his competitive nature spurred him on. A blinding white light erupted from his body as his first soul ring glowed brightly, forming a protective barrier that kept the vines at bay.

Immediately after, his second soul ring activated, and with a deafening tiger's roar, a brilliant white energy sphere shot from his mouth. Dai Mubai's first two soul skills, White Tiger Barrier and White Tiger Light Wave, unleashed their fearsome power simultaneously.

From outside the tangled vines, Xiao Wu relaxed slightly. However, Tang San frowned, sensing that the situation was far from over.

As expected, beams of white light burst through the vines' gaps, followed by a deafening explosion. The vines shattered into countless fragments, and the shockwave left the hotel lobby in complete disarray.

Had Yun Chuan's martial spirit truly been Blue Silver Grass, the destruction of the vines would have greatly affected him. But since his martial spirit wasn't actually Blue Silver Grass, he remained calm and unaffected.

As the light faded, Dai Mubai's strong frame reappeared, while the Blue Silver Grass vines began to reform around Yun Chuan, seemingly undiminished in number—if not more abundant than before.

"Tang Chuan, beast martial spirits always have stronger attack power than tool martial spirits. Your Blue Silver Grass is more formidable than I expected, but it still can't hold me." Dai Mubai spoke with arrogant confidence, utterly oblivious to the truth. Yun Chuan simply smiled faintly and replied, "Not necessarily."

The moment he said this, Dai Mubai's body froze. Fine vines had somehow wrapped around him, their tiny thorns pricking into his skin. A numbing pain spread through his body, accompanied by a creeping paralysis.

"This... is Ghost Vine's parasitic ability? He's using the same technique as me?" Tang San was astounded.

This parasitic ability, characteristic of Ghost Vine, was one of Tang San's most sinister control techniques. Seeing it replicated so perfectly left him utterly shaken.

Ignoring Tang San's reaction, Yun Chuan explained lightly, "My Blue Silver Grass is toxic. When you broke free earlier, you inhaled the toxins. Your blood circulation sped up as you used your skills, accelerating the poison's effects. That's why you didn't notice the seeds parasitizing your skin. You've lost."

Dai Mubai's gaze remained fierce, though his body was bound tightly. Through gritted teeth, he retorted, "Fine, I admit I'm at a disadvantage. But I still have my third soul ring. Let's see how you deal with that!"

The violet light of a thousand-year soul ring burst forth, and the air around Dai Mubai distorted. With his final skill, he blew apart the Blue Silver Grass and its seeds, initiating his second transformation.

Tang San, watching closely, gasped. "This is the power of a thousand-year soul ring? Against this, I'd be out of options without my hidden weapons..."