Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor-Chapter 378: Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor []

Watching as the Ghost Vine Soul Master retracted his martial soul, Tang San let out a sigh of relief. He also withdrew his Blue Silver Grass, which didn't look like ordinary Blue Silver Grass, and then glanced at Yu Xiaogang, who wore an expression of discontent. Shifting his gaze slightly, Tang San casually asked, "May I ask, big brother, what is the Dark Blue Silver Grass? Is it a special type of Blue Silver Grass?"

"Dark Blue Silver Grass, huh?" The Ghost Vine Soul Master, clearly a good-natured person, nodded. Since Tang San dared to ask, he dared to answer. Or perhaps he had already been subtly influenced by Tang San's innate charisma.

"It is indeed a special type of Blue Silver Grass martial soul. However, unlike ordinary Blue Silver Grass, its characteristics are darkness, evil, poison, and devouring. It's said to be a mutated variant of Blue Silver Grass. I've never seen it myself, but my family has records of an ancestor who once absorbed a soul ring from a Dark Blue Silver Grass."

"According to my family's records, ordinary Blue Silver Grass, even if it becomes a soul beast, has no special traits other than being hard to kill due to its vitality. On the other hand, the mutated Dark Blue Silver Grass is undoubtedly a high-quality soul beast, completely on another level compared to ordinary Blue Silver Grass."

Knowledge about the soul master world was always precious. After briefly describing the Dark Blue Silver Grass, the Ghost Vine Soul Master was unwilling to share more of his family's ancestral secrets. Even when Tang San and Yu Xiaogang tried to probe for information on the distribution of this special soul beast, the Ghost Vine Soul Master merely shook his head and refused to answer.

After confirming that Tang San had not consumed humans for cultivation and that the unique aura surrounding him came from his martial soul and soul rings, the city defense squad checked the wanted notices and allowed Tang San and Yu Xiaogang to enter the city.

As Tang San helped Yu Xiaogang into Spirit City, he was still pondering the information he had just heard about the Dark Blue Silver Grass.

After years of studying under Yu Xiaogang, he had never known that such a variant of the Blue Silver Grass existed.

Darkness, poison, evil, devouring.

Thinking carefully, Tang San realized that his martial soul, through the addition of soul rings, had acquired similar abilities and had transformed the seemingly useless Blue Silver Grass into a force to be reckoned with.

If he continued to develop in this direction, could he truly transform the Blue Silver Grass martial soul into the Dark Blue Silver Grass?

However...

At this thought, Tang San squinted, a flash of killing intent appearing in his eyes.

That Ghost Vine Soul Master had been detestable—first suspecting him of being an evil soul master and then refusing to divulge the location of the Dark Blue Silver Grass soul beast as compensation. He was courting death!

With this in mind, Tang San turned to Yu Xiaogang and softly asked about the Dark Blue Silver Grass. However, Yu Xiaogang could only shake his head in confusion.

"I seem to have vaguely heard about the Dark Blue Silver Grass martial soul a long time ago, but I don't know much about it. Perhaps there are records of it in the books of Spirit Hall. But as for its characteristics or distribution, I don't know."

Useless.

Supporting the frail Yu Xiaogang, Tang San's eyes flashed with a trace of disdain before he quickly concealed it. His expression changed so quickly that Yu Xiaogang didn't notice the momentary malice from his disciple.

Spirit City had an almost complete economic system. Aside from lacking brothels, slave markets, and fighting arenas, it had everything one would expect in a normal city.

In a hotel catering to visiting spirit masters, Tang San reluctantly spent ten gold spirit coins to book a double room for five days. That night, he spent time cleaning up Yu Xiaogang, especially controlling his bodily functions to ensure there were no accidents.

Early the next morning, Tang San helped Yu Xiaogang head toward the Spirit Hall within Spirit City.

While Spirit City welcomed external spirit masters, the Spirit Hall was restricted to internal personnel only. As Yu Xiaogang approached the Spirit Hall's perimeter, several burly offense-type spirit masters summoned their martial souls and spirit rings to block his path.

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"Halt! Only authorized personnel are allowed beyond this point!"

"Hmph." Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly. He reached into his robe and produced an emblem that Tang Hao had given him years ago—a token of the Pope. He displayed it before the guards. Seeing the highest-level Pope's Token, the guards froze. The captain among them cautiously stepped forward to inspect the token. Upon confirming its authenticity, he shuddered.

They didn't know who this disheveled, soul-powerless middle-aged man was, but the Pope's Token was undoubtedly genuine.

They couldn't afford to offend him!

Even though the man before them lacked any signs of soul power and appeared to be an ordinary person, how could that be possible?

The Pope's Token was only held by three individuals within the Spirit Hall, apart from the Supreme Pontiff herself. Outside of Spirit Hall, only three people from the Upper Three Sects could possess one. The likelihood of this man being a powerless ordinary person was as absurd as a dragon giving birth to a pig.

The guards concluded that his soul power must be so profound that they couldn't sense it.

With utmost respect, they allowed Yu Xiaogang to stride into the Spirit Hall's inner area. Meanwhile, Tang San waited outside, watching.

This wait lasted for an entire day and night.

The Spirit Hall's grounds were vast, with numerous steps and uneven pathways. Even low-level spirit masters would feel exhausted walking through it. However, since low-level soul masters were rare within Spirit Hall, this issue was seldom noticed.

After all, Spirit Hall's elites wouldn't complain about climbing stairs, would they?

Having not set foot in Spirit Hall for years, Yu Xiaogang had long forgotten the struggle of climbing its stairs.

Back then, at least he had been a soul master in his prime with a decent physique. Now, Yu Xiaogang was a broken man—his soul power destroyed and his physical condition deteriorating. He was no longer the man he once was.

Barely a short distance into Spirit Hall, before even reaching its core, Yu Xiaogang collapsed by the roadside, gasping for air. Passing soul masters stared at him in confusion, wondering how an ordinary person had managed to get in. A few kind-hearted soul masters offered him water and food, preventing him from dying on the spot.

Meanwhile, the guards had reported the situation to the knights outside the Pope's Palace, who in turn passed it on to Bibi Dong. She had been preparing for Pope Token Holder's visit for half a day, yet he hadn't even completed a third of the journey.

Due to a lack of food and water earlier, Yu Xiaogang was on the verge of collapse.

To avoid dying before reaching his destination, Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to seek out an old acquaintance among the Spirit Hall soul masters he had known in the past.

Though their relationship had been strained back then, time had softened their mutual animosity. Under the puzzled and silent gaze of his old acquaintance, Yu Xiaogang borrowed a dull-eyed young soul master as a makeshift transport to carry him to the Pope's Palace.

Inside the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong was beginning to grow suspicious. She wondered why the bearer of the Pope's Token hadn't arrived yet. Could it be that someone from the Upper Three Sects was negotiating with Qian Daoliu in the Elder Hall?