Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer and Hidden Weapons

Inside the Thatched Cottage, under the dim, flickering light, the mottled walls reflected Tang San's focused face.

Every inch of space here was saturated with the aura of iron and fire, as if recounting his family's vicissitudes of history.

Just as Tang San expected, after Tang San possessed the Protagonist's Halo and awakened his Twin Martial Souls, his father's attitude toward him changed quite noticeably!

On the very first day of forging iron, Tang Hao, who had been watching from the side, took the initiative to walk over to Tang San and taught him the terrifying Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer!

When this moment arrived, Tang San was secretly overjoyed beyond measure; what was bound to come would come! His intuition had always been very accurate!

This also made him, who had been worried about his decisive battle with Blade, feel as if he had taken a reassuring pill, instantly sensing that another trump card had arrived!

Although what Tang Hao taught him was the method of blacksmithing, through mastery by analogy, it seemed this hammer technique could also be applied in combat!

As an assassin who had transmigrated, his comprehension was certainly still there!

Within a week, the hammer in Tang San's hands danced in dazzling trajectories under Tang Hao's guidance.

Every hammer strike felt as though it were pounding deep into Tang San's soul, pushing his understanding of strength to the next level.

The essence of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer was slowly integrating into his blood.

Every single swing of the hammer was a display of power.

The moment the iron hammer met the anvil, sparks flew in all directions, resembling brilliant stars in the night sky.

Tang San's movements were practiced and fluid; he first heated the iron block in the furnace until it turned crimson, then quickly retrieved it and hammered it upon the anvil.

Each strike gradually altered the shape of the iron block.

His breathing synchronized with the rhythm of the blows, and with every inhalation and exhalation, the iron hammer rose and fell in an orderly fashion. Tang San's arm muscles tightened and relaxed with each swing, displaying astonishing strength and endurance.

Yet he was not content with just the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer; the pressure Blade brought him still remained. Throughout this week of preparation, he had also been accelerating the crafting of his Tang Sect hidden weapons!

During this week of preparation, Tang San's hands had hardly rested for a moment. It could be said that aside from practicing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, he spent all his remaining time making hidden weapons!

Utilizing limited materials, he worked day and night to craft Tang Sect hidden weapons.

Every single hidden weapon condensed his painstaking efforts and wisdom.

Although insufficient materials caused the quality of the hidden weapons to fall short of his ideal state, the advantage in quantity could equally make up for this flaw.

A week later, amidst the faint morning light, Tang San was busy inside the Thatched Cottage.

The porridge in the pot was bubbling and steaming, exuding a rich aroma, and the coarse-grain steamed buns he made himself gave off an enticing scent.

He stood by the doorway, his clear voice piercing the morning stillness and echoing through the quiet courtyard, yet Tang Hao's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Just as Tang San was hesitating whether to call out one more time, Tang Hao's figure slowly emerged from outside the door.

His pace carried a bit more heaviness than usual, and a trace of fatigue lingered on his face, but his gaze remained resolute.

Tang San hurried to greet him, but was stopped by Tang Hao.

"Xiao San, Old Jack will take you to Nuoding City three months from now." Tang Hao's voice was low and powerful, breaking the morning silence.

Tang San, who had brought over the meals, looked slightly surprised on the surface, but in his heart, he was not surprised at all. After all, for someone with his talents not to go would truly be a waste!

Tang Hao sat by the table, took the rice bowl handed over by Tang San, and slowly began to speak:

"Don't you want to learn the abilities of a soul master? Old Jack will take you to the Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy."

His gaze fell upon Tang San, carrying a hint of expectation.

"There, you will learn the things you want to learn."

Tang Hao's words revealed trust and support for his son.

In response, Tang San nodded and calmly served Tang Hao another bowl of rice.

After taking it, Tang Hao spoke again.

"This is the path you chose yourself, and once you go there, use the forging methods I taught you to find a Blacksmith Shop and become an apprentice."

"The tuition and meal expenses should be enough."

Immediately, Tang Hao's tone abruptly shifted, carrying a hint of unquestionable seriousness that instantly made the previously relaxed atmosphere tense.

"However, I have conditions for letting you go to Nuoding City."

Tang Hao's voice echoed within the Thatched Cottage, every word appearing exceptionally heavy.

"You can only go if you agree to my conditions!"

His gaze was like a torch, fixing intently upon Tang San as if scrutinizing his son's determination.

At this, Tang San was indeed somewhat surprised. A flash of bewilderment crossed his eyes, but it was only a momentary hesitation before he nodded in agreement without the slightest bit of hesitation.

From his perspective, since Tang Hao had even imparted such a precious technique as the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer to him, the conditions he proposed naturally wouldn't be any harmful requests.

By now, it was basically certain that the father in this world possessed strength. Although it remained unclear, simply following his words required no hesitation whatsoever for Tang San.

Seeing Tang San agree so promptly, a trace of surprise flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He slightly furrowed his brow, his tone carrying a hint of reprimand:

"You agreed easily without even asking what my requirement is! As a man, whatever you agree to do, you must accomplish!"

"Do not be a person of light promises!"

Tang Hao's voice revealed expectations for his son.

Tang San raised his head to meet his father's eyes directly, and spoke some of his true inner thoughts with absolute candor:

"No matter what Dad asks me to do, I agree. Dad is definitely doing it for my own good."

Tang Hao slowly nodded, his gaze turning exceptionally grave as if he were carrying thousands of pounds on his shoulders.

With a serious expression, he stated his demand, every word driving like a nail into Tang San's heart:

"Good, no matter how you cultivate your soul power from now on, you must not add any soul ring to that hammer martial soul, nor even let anyone see its appearance!"

"And let no one else know you are a Twin Martial Souls."

Tang Hao's words carried unquestionable resolution, his voice reverberating inside the Thatched Cottage, filled with the weight of command.

As his voice fell, Tang Hao squatted down and firmly placed both hands on Tang San's shoulders. His gaze resembled the deep night sky as he continued to ask with sternness and brimming expectation:

"Can you do this?"

Right at this moment, Tang San was indeed somewhat baffled. Good grief, he had a martial soul he couldn't use?! And he couldn't add soul rings to it—then how was his soul power supposed to break through? How was he supposed to grow stronger?

Moreover, wouldn't fighting Blade after that lead to direct and utter death? He couldn't possibly rely entirely on Blue Silver Grass, could he?

Everyone called it a trash soul! Furthermore, his own Innate Full Soul Power rank seemed even lower than that guy's!

Tang San discovered he had agreed a bit too soon.

Yet, clever as he was, he immediately reasoned that regarding the matter of not letting people know, if a dead person saw it, it was as good as not seeing it at all. In that case, it seemed Blade had just gained one more reason to be sent to his death!

Although Tang San had already made up his mind, he still held onto a sliver of hope regarding his other martial soul—Blue Silver Grass—wishing to understand more about it.

He cleared his throat and cautiously raised his question.

"Then... what about Blue Silver Grass?"

Tang San's gaze fixed intently on Tang Hao, awaiting his father's reply.

Tang Hao raised a single finger, his gaze revealing a hint of solemnity as if warning of an important secret:

"You can use the Blue Silver Grass martial soul freely. With Twin Martial Souls, as long as a single martial soul possesses a soul ring, you can continue cultivating, and the bottleneck in soul power advancement will disappear."

Hearing this, Tang San could not help but let out a breath of relief as the heavy stone in his heart dropped.

Fortunately, at least there was still one martial soul that could use soul rings to elevate his soul power; this was undoubtedly good news for him.

Yet lingering doubts remained in his heart, so he continued to ask:

"Then can I only use the Blue Silver Grass martial soul from now on?"

Tang Hao lowered his head in silent contemplation for a moment, then spoke in a low voice:

"Unless you encounter mortal danger, do not use that hammer." His words carried unquestionable firmness.

Tang San raised an eyebrow and pondered inwardly. This way, he could rest assured using both martial souls; at least in most situations, he would not be at a disadvantage.

Once Tang Hao finished giving his instructions, he turned back toward the dining table and said in an even tone:

"Alright, let's eat."

His attitude seemed to have returned to everyday calm.

The corners of Tang San's mouth curved upward slightly, revealing a trace of a smile.

Today's conversation allowed him to grasp a clearer hold on his future. His heart was filled with confidence.

It was time to make that Blade truly taste the hammer technique he had just learned!