Passing Down an Incomplete Nine Yang! Tang San's Double Standard on Full Display!

"Dad." Tang Lan took the initiative to ask, "I was gone for ten days. Aren't you going to ask where I went?"

The joy on Tang Hao's face vanished.

He thought of Ah Yin again.

"I trust you to handle your own affairs," Tang Hao said. "You don't need to tell me where you went."

Tang Lan was somewhat taken aback.

His own son had run wild for ten days, then returned taller and more handsome.

And as his father, he wasn't even the least bit concerned?

No, that wasn't right.

Judging by how Tang Hao had taught him the Clear Sky Ultimate Art,

Tang Lan and Tang San's "talents" had rekindled his hope.

So...

He probably knew everything.

Thinking back carefully,

during his transformation, he had vaguely heard crying.

At first, he had thought it was the Blue Silver King Elder, weeping tears of joy.

But now it seemed

Tang Hao had come looking for him, seen the grass, thought of the person, and burst into tears.

He couldn't tell them about Ah Yin, so he chose to avoid the subject?

That made sense.

What six-year-old child could accept that they were "half-human, half-grass"?

"Then I won't go into the details."

Tang Lan went along with it—

"When my martial soul evolved, I accidentally comprehended a Soul Power Path."

"It seems to have healing properties."

"Dad, you were coughing badly just now. Want to practice it and see if it can treat your cough?"

Tang Hao almost laughed when he heard that.

Naturally, he knew about Soul Power Paths.

The Clear Sky Sect had its own "secret methods."

But like the Nine Wonders of Haotian, they were secrets passed down to no outsiders and could only be learned upon returning to the sect.

Tang Lan was only six years old.

No matter how talented he was, what effect could something he had comprehended on his own possibly have?

"Forget it. This is an old ailment of mine," Tang Hao refused.

"Oh, then let's talk about what I did these past ten days instead." Tang Lan said, "After I awakened my martial soul, the Blue Silver Grass sensed—"

He had barely begun,

when Tang Hao uncontrollably thought of Ah Yin's face.

He hurriedly raised a hand to stop him!

"On second thought, learning it might not be a bad idea."

Tang Lan grinned.

Can't deal with you, huh?

Tang Hao found it rather amusing.

This boy

seemed to have guessed that he didn't want to talk about it?

He was far too clever!

"Dad, don't resist. Follow along and circulate it with me."

Tang Lan placed a hand on Tang Hao's back and slowly sent in Nine Yang Divine Skill Inner Force.

When he sensed those ravaged meridians, his brow twitched!

With meridians like sieves, Tang Hao had survived until now only because his foundation was strong enough!

At the same time,

his soul bones were already full, so he couldn't absorb the Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone.

Otherwise, the second soul bone skill, "Wildfires cannot burn it all; spring winds bring it back to life," could have completely rebuilt those meridians on its own.

But now,

he could only use Nine Yang Divine Skill Inner Force to nourish them little by little.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill had nine layers in total, each with a different circulation path.

Tang Hao's Soul Power was abundant, allowing him to skip the most time-consuming step of seated cultivation.

And as a genius capable of inheriting the Clear Sky Douluo title, his innate talent was exceptional as well.

After his initial shock,

he entered a state of study.

He quickly grasped the first layer, Hazy Purple Qi, and the quality of his Soul Power was elevated into Nine Yang Divine Skill Inner Force.

That process alone lasted three days and three nights.

As expected of a Titled Douluo—his Soul Power was truly immense.

But when they reached the second layer, Yi Jin Xi Sui, the real difficulty began.

Nine Yang Divine Skill Inner Force gradually rebuilt the meridians and cleansed the body of impurities.

But because the inside was riddled with damage, the repair work was simply too vast.

A whole day passed, and the progress was still less than one ten-thousandth.

Tang Lan simply gave up.

Tang Hao could slowly grind through the progress himself.

He also taught Tang Hao the third layer of the Nine Yang Divine Skill several times.

Once he was sure Tang Hao had mastered it,

he withdrew his Inner Force and opened his eyes.

"Sniff, sniff—"

It was the smell of food.

At some point, a simple shed had been set up in the yard, with several dishes placed on the table beside it.

Tang San had probably prepared them.

Unfortunately,

neither of them needed them.

Tang Lan had awakened the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor and could feed on Plant Essence.

Going eight days without food or water was no problem.

Tang Hao needed it even less. As a Titled Douluo,

he had long since stopped needing food.

"Whew—"

Tang Hao let out a long breath and looked at Tang Lan with a complicated expression.

This "Soul Power Path"

was countless times more sophisticated than the Clear Sky Sect's!

The Soul Power it refined was extraordinarily pure, perfectly suited to the Clear Sky Hammer, a power-attack martial soul.

It even had regenerative effects and could perform Yi Jin Xi Sui.

It could improve one's innate aptitude!

It was hard to imagine

that a six-year-old child had comprehended this himself?

But then he considered

that when Tang Lan awakened the Blue Silver Emperor, he had perceived the offerings of Blue Silver Grass throughout heaven and earth. Their accumulated vitality had elevated his life to another level.

During that process,

he might have understood the mysteries of nature's vitality, then used his monstrous talent to create this Soul Power Path.

It wasn't impossible, was it?

"Creak—"

The door opened, and Tang San came running over.

"Brother, Dad, you two didn't wake up for eight days. You scared me to death!"

Tang Lan watched Tang San's performance with a smile.

After Tang Hao told him they were both fine,

Tang San "revealed" his true colors.

"What were you doing these past eight days? Was it some secret method?"

He knew perfectly well, yet still asked.

Could Tang San possibly fail to recognize the posture of passing on a cultivation method?

Tang Hao glanced at Tang Lan, somewhat hesitant.

After all, this Soul Power Path had been created by Tang Lan—

"It's fine. Little Sanzi is my younger brother, would I hide it from him?" Tang Lan said sarcastically. "How could anyone guard against their own blood relatives? I'll teach Little Sanzi."

With that,

he raised his hand and poured Nine Yang Divine Skill Inner Force into Little Sanzi's meridians, where it charged recklessly through them and triggered its supremely rigid, supremely yang nature!

—Wasn't it perfectly normal for a child to have poor control?

Tang San felt as though lava were surging through his meridians.

It was unbearably torturous!

Yet he still endured it and tried to comprehend that mysterious circulation path.

It seemed

even more profound than his own Mysterious Heaven Skill?

Just as he was becoming absorbed in it,

Tang Lan withdrew his hand, stopping abruptly.

Tang San was so uncomfortable that he scratched at his ears and cheeks!

"Brother, isn't this wrong?" Tang San reminded him. "Why does it seem like there's only a small portion? What comes after that? Is it cut off?"

Tang Lan's face turned pale, as though he had overexerted himself.

Hearing Tang San's words, he staggered!

As if anger had struck at his heart.

"I only created this much," Tang Lan said guiltily. "Sorry, Little Sanzi. Once I've perfected it, I'll teach you the rest—cough, cough—"

Tang Hao's heart ached for him!

Tang Lan was his hope for resurrecting Ah Yin, and his talent far surpassed Tang San's.

Helping a Titled Douluo cultivate had already pushed him to his limits—Tang Hao didn't know that Tang Lan's Nine Yang Divine Skill possessed endless vitality.

And now he had forced himself to teach his younger brother, only to be suspected of holding something back?

"Tang San!" Tang Hao roared. "Go back to your room. Without my permission, you are not allowed to come out!"

Tang San's expression froze!

The Nine Yang Divine Skill was simply too profound, and he had lost his composure for a moment.

If there were a complete version, it would definitely surpass the Mysterious Heaven Skill!

That was why he had been so anxious.

But with only this small fragment of the technique...

"Sorry, Brother. I was too impatient. I'll go back to my room and reflect."

With that, he turned and left.

As for returning the favor by offering the "better" Mysterious Heaven Skill?

Not a chance.

That was his sect's supreme treasure!

How could he casually pass it on to someone else?

Not even to his closest family.

Tang Lan watched him go, his gaze mocking.

The Tang God King's double standard truly lived up to its reputation!

Fine, then.

He would let him suffer a little.

When Tang San returned to his room, he discovered in horror that