Chapter 682 Looking for trouble

Ye Wen reacted and his face suddenly turned cold.

"Give me back the medicine, Tang San."

Perhaps because he and Xiao Wu did not become sworn brothers and sisters, Tang San's personality at this time was not as low-key and introverted as in the original novel. Instead, he was quite aggressive and threw the bowl of medicine behind him.

At this time, Tang San said, "Why should I return the medicine to you? Should I give it back to you to continue to harm others?

You are so old and you have never been to an old doctor. Do you know what medicinal herbs are and what it means to cure diseases? You are just treating this patient as your guinea pig.

If you really want to cure someone, why not just use your soul power to cleanse his internal organs and remove the disease? Why bother feeding him medicine? I just want to stop your sinister intentions."

Although medicine and poison are inseparable, in his previous life, Tang San, as a disciple of the Tang Sect, could only refine poison at most, not refine medicine to cure diseases.

Moreover, in Tang San's understanding, those who can treat illnesses and prescribe medicine must be those who are at least thirty or forty years old. This Douluo native in front of him is just a waste who is not even ten years old and has no inheritance. How dare he prescribe medicine to treat illnesses? Isn't this treating others as guinea pigs?

I, Tang, the Messenger of Justice, III, will never allow such evil deeds to be performed in front of me!

At this moment, Ye Wen's eyes were dark and unclear. He had been avoiding this protagonist, so why did this thing come to cause trouble when he was doing his job? Did it really think that I didn't dare to kill you!

Well, Ye Wen really doesn’t dare to kill Tang San now.

After all, this guy's background is too strong. Not to mention the future Shura God, even Tang Hao, who is hiding in some corner like a peeping Tom, is not someone Ye Wen can afford to offend.

But this does not mean that Ye Wen can't do anything to Tang San.

Don't you, Tang San, claim to be pure and incorruptible and have unparalleled morals? Then I will use morality to kidnap you!

At this time, Ye Wen put away the coldness in his eyes. He first put the patient back on the bed, and then looked at Tang San with a pair of indifferent eyes.

"The method you mentioned is indeed feasible, Tang San.

But have you ever thought about a question? "

It had been three years, and this was the first time that Tang San faced Ye Wen face to face. Ye Wen's eyes at this moment actually reminded him of the extremely majestic Great Elder in his previous life, and he subconsciously asked back with some fear.

"What's the problem?"

As Ye Wen spoke, he took out a new bag of medicinal herbs from the storage soul guide given by his caring grandmother and began to clean and boil them skillfully.

"As the master's disciple, you should know how many soul masters there are in Douluo Continent? And how small the probability is for a soul master to be born among the common people."

Ye Wen's words touched Tang San's pride. After all, Tang San highly respected Yu Xiaogang's theory and wisdom, so he puffed out his chest slightly and said.

"Of course I know. Although there is no specific official statistics, the number of soul masters on Douluo Continent is definitely more than 10. As for the probability of a soul master being born among civilians, my teacher has also done a survey. It is estimated that only one in hundreds of people may awaken their innate soul power."

Hearing this answer, Ye Wen didn't care, because this was the answer he knew.

However, Ye Wen would never believe that Yu Xiaogang had investigated. After all, from the fact that he had never taught a class in Notting College in all these years, it can be seen how arrogant and lazy he was.

For example, the data he used to deceive Tang San about how many Blue Silver Grass Spirit Masters he had investigated was an irrefutable proof.

Although Yu Xiaogang always said that there were no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters, he actually knew in his heart that there were only useless martial spirits, but no useless soul masters.

The extraordinary system of Douluo Continent is so unfair. Whether or not one can become a soul master is actually already determined in one's bloodline. Only in very rare cases can a civilian soul master awaken a little bit of innate soul power from a garbage martial soul. Apart from that, they can only rely on the even smaller probability of martial soul mutation.

So, knowing that the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was generally recognized as a useless Martial Soul, how could Yu Xiaogang, who had always wanted to recruit a genius to prove himself, pay special attention to and investigate this kind of useless Martial Soul?

It was just that he happened to see this record in the book.

However, Ye Wen also admired Yu Xiaogang's thick skin. If his talent was not limited, with his style of lying with open eyes and being thick-faced and black-hearted, he might be able to achieve great things if his strength allowed.

But getting back to the point, after hearing Tang San's answer, Ye Wen asked with a hint of sneer on his face.

"Then let me ask you again, Tang San, how many of these soul masters who have finally become the best among the hundreds are willing to lower themselves and use their soul power to heal the ordinary people in front of you?"

Tang San's body stiffened when he heard this.

Without much thought, the answer appeared in Tang San's mind.

Whether in the past or present life, the answer is no. How could the powerful people who are high above us possibly bend down to touch and save the common people who are in the mud?

Although such people do exist, Tang San, who was a otaku in his previous life and was crazy about stealing Tang Sect technology, has only seen them in storybooks, so Tang San thinks such people are unrealistic fantasies.

Although Tang San really wants to be this kind of person, because he is too glorious and too beautiful.

However, in the future he witnessed the filth and depravity of the nobility, but in the end he condoned the continuation of the aristocratic system, which was enough to show how narrow his vision was.

It was clearly just a few brief conversations, but at this moment Tang San was completely defeated by Ye Wen. He was shaking and didn't know what to say.

Ye Wen on the side continued talking to himself.

“It seems like you already have the answer in your mind.

But you are right, I am indeed using this patient as an experiment."

Tang San, who was originally a little hesitant, suddenly had his eyes brightened. He was about to ridicule and suppress Ye Wen, but Ye Wen said.

"But he agreed to all this himself. If I don't give him medicine, he will have no choice but to endure the disease.

You also know that there are no healing soul masters nearby, let alone doctors, and he is weak due to poverty, and there is a high probability that he will die of illness in the end, so I gave him this opportunity to experiment with my drugs.

This medicine is a cold medicine that I mixed over and over again and confirmed to be harmless. The worst-case scenario is that even if it doesn't cure the disease, it will definitely not kill people.

So you still want to stop me, Tang San? "

After finishing the things at hand, Ye Wen looked at Tang San calmly.

Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai, one was willing to fight and the other was willing to be beaten, what else could Tang San say?

You can't say that someone is seeking death and he still has to rescue them by force.