Tang Hao: Is He My Son?

Tang Hao: Is He My Son?

"Then what happened to your appearance? How did you become like this?" Tang Hao grew more agitated as he listened and urgently asked again.

Now that things had come this far, no matter how foolish Yin Hao was, he could guess part of it. This guy... doesn't think I'm his son with A Yin, does he?

That made sense. Only one Blue Silver Emperor could exist in each generation, and A Yin had been the sole Blue Silver Emperor. If a child possessed Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, whose child could he be if not hers?

But Tang Hao would never have imagined that Yin Hao's Blue Silver Emperor bloodline had actually been acquired through a "trade" with Tang San.

"I don't know what happened to my appearance either. When my martial soul awakened, it felt like some kind of power inside me had awakened too, and then I became like this."

Since Tang Hao had already misunderstood somewhat, Yin Hao did not mind deepening that misunderstanding. A Titled Douluo as a useful pawn—just thinking about it was exciting.

And even if his schemes against Tang San were discovered in the future, he would not need to fear Tang Hao's revenge. After all, even a vicious tiger would not eat its own cub...

"When your martial soul awakened? A bloodline awakening... a bloodline awakening that could only occur in the direct line of the Blue Silver Emperor..."

After that, no matter what Tang Hao asked, Yin Hao deliberately guided him toward the conclusion that he was Tang Hao's biological son. Sure enough, before long, the way Tang Hao looked at Yin Hao had changed. There was affection, guilt, and regret in his eyes.

Yin Hao did not stay long. Although Tang Hao wanted him to remain a while longer, Yin Hao refused on the grounds that he was anxious to return home and tell Grandpa about enrolling in the academy.

In the end, Tang Hao could only sit there blankly, watching Yin Hao gradually disappear from his sight.

Only after Yin Hao had completely left did Tang San voice the questions filling his mind.

"Father, why did you ask him all that? Is there something wrong with Hao Ge?"

Tang Hao raised his head and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. But he seemed to recall something else, shook his head, and ultimately said nothing. He merely spoke.

"Little San, remember this. In the future, when you are outside, you must not hurt him. You must also do everything in your power to protect him. Use... your Left-Hand Hammer to protect him..."

Tang San nodded, half understanding. Having lived for over thirty years in a feudal era, the words "a father's command must not be defied" had long been carved into his bones. There was no need to ask why, nor any need to ask whether it was right or wrong.

On the way home, Yin Hao walked alone down the road. From time to time, voices from the roadside greeted him, and Yin Hao responded to them all.

To be honest, Yin Hao truly had not expected what happened today. But it was not a bad thing; rather, it was a good thing. If nothing unexpected happened, he would gain a Titled Douluo-level bodyguard in the future. Safety would no longer be his greatest concern.

Three months passed in a flash. During those three months, Yin Hao continued visiting Tang San's home to bring him things, successively obtaining another 2% of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, as well as hidden weapon techniques and other things.

However, things were different from before. In the past, when Yin Hao visited Tang San's home, he would only exchange a few words with Tang San before leaving. Now, Tang San was noticeably much warmer toward him, and Tang Hao would occasionally come out of his room to speak with him as well.

Yin Hao's Blue Silver Emperor bloodline had now reached 37%. If nothing unexpected happened, there should only be a little over ten percent left in Tang San's body. His first martial soul was practically ruined.

Within Notting City, Old Jack led Yin Hao and Tang San onward.

"Xiao Hao, Little San, once Grandpa brings you to the academy, I'll be heading back. You must listen to your masters at the academy. Do not leave the academy without permission. When the term ends, Grandpa Jack will come pick you up."

Yin Hao and Tang San nodded.

The group asked for directions to Notting Academy as they hurried toward it.

From afar, they could already see a towering arched gate. It was twenty meters wide and over ten meters tall, built entirely from sturdy stone. Beneath it stood two black iron gates. Above the arch were four large words: "Notting Academy."

The moment Yin Hao and the others reached the entrance, someone stopped them.

"What are you doing? Don't you know this is Notting Academy? Unauthorized people are not allowed inside!"

Old Jack smiled apologetically as he handed over the Spirit Hall certificate in his hand, but before he could pass it over, Yin Hao stopped him.

Yin Hao knew the original plot well and naturally knew what kind of person this gatekeeper was. Although he did not want to waste time dealing with such a minor character, he also could not stand by and watch Old Jack be humiliated.

In truth, anyone with a little social experience knew that gatekeepers everywhere were troublesome little devils. A little money would send them on their way.

But Old Jack had spent his entire life in the village, while Tang San had been obsessed with hidden weapons throughout his previous life. Neither understood such things.

Yin Hao pulled Old Jack aside and spoke to him for a few moments. Old Jack's brows furrowed deeply, his face full of pain, but he still took out two Silver Soul Coins from his robes and handed them over together with the Spirit Hall certificate.

"Little brother, we really are here to enroll. This is our certificate from Spirit Hall. Please take a look..."

Seeing there was something in it for him, the gatekeeper immediately changed his attitude. Smiling broadly, he accepted the certificate and casually slipped the two Silver Soul Coins into his pocket.

He merely glanced at it without examining it carefully, then returned the certificate with the same smile.

"My apologies, old sir. I failed to recognize you. These two children are here to enroll, correct? Go right in."

Old Jack gave the two of them a few more instructions before turning and leaving.

Yin Hao and Tang San did not linger either. After speaking with Old Jack, they turned and entered Notting Academy.

As Yin Hao walked forward, he looked around, wondering if he could find that "Little Rabbit." As a seasoned pervert, even in his previous life, he had often had his "female friends" cosplay Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and the like.

Now that he was about to meet the real person, how could he not be excited?

Tang San looked at Yin Hao beside him, slightly furrowing his brow as he spoke.

"Hao Ge, what are you looking for?"

Yin Hao came back to his senses.

"Nothing. I just got here, so I wanted to look around and get a feel for the place."

"Oh, I see..."

"Come on, let's hurry and register..."

After the two had left, a plain-looking middle-aged man around forty or fifty years old slowly approached the entrance of Notting Academy.

When the gatekeeper saw him, he respectfully called out.

"Grandmaster."

Yu Xiaogang nodded without paying the gatekeeper much attention and lifted his foot to enter.

For some reason, Yu Xiaogang suddenly felt inexplicably uneasy. His brows knitted tightly as he turned to look at the gatekeeper.

"Did anyone come by just now?"

The gatekeeper did not dare neglect him and hurriedly replied.

"Yes. Two children with Blue Silver Grass martial souls just came to enroll with reports from Spirit Hall."

"Blue Silver Grass martial souls? Those can cultivate too?"

Yu Xiaogang sneered. A useless martial soul had come to Notting Academy. What a...

(End of Chapter)